“It is now October and there is always a low fire in the studio hearth, whether I am down to my skin or not. Yes, I do continue to pose, and in my natural state, as it were, and for paintings other than the Majas, too, and soon it’s just as natural as breathing. I pose desnudo for other works—the usual Girl With Water Jug On Shoulder; the Girl Seated On Bed Washing Her Feet In Small Basin; the Girl Standing In Tub Washing Lower Limbs. Wouldn’t mind Girl Lolling About In Nice Hot Tub, but I don’t... get that—the water too quickly cools. At least I don’t have to do The Rape of Europa—guess they couldn’t book Zeus for that gig. Someday, when I am long dead, people will stand before one of these paintings, maybe in a fine house, or in a palace, or perhaps hanging on the walls of some national museum and think to themselves, “Just who was that girl?”... and that girl will have been me, and I like that. It’s a kind of immortality, as I see it. Perhaps the only immortality I will ever get...MoreLessRead More Read Less
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