Dear:
finally hang the story that won me the award for Young Artists of Salamanca, to see what you think.
finally hang the story that won me the award for Young Artists of Salamanca, to see what you think.
THE ARTWORK
All art critics said that was a great painter. I knew how to capture the hair shine and texture of meat. Got your brush light as a child catches a blue bird and kept in a cage. Which pledged the look of the models in a way that seemed to blink on the canvas.
The young prostitute, of course, knew nothing of this. I only knew that this handsome young man, after ascertaining that I was unmarried and had no family, had offered a huge amount of cash in exchange for her to pose naked for him. She seemed like a great plan: daily had to do things much worse for much less.
The study was large and bright. Light filtered through a thin gold curtains that served both to cover windows to protect the model of the gaze of the neighbors. There were four stands of different sizes and a wooden box filled with tubes of oil that writhed in agony on themselves. Dozens of finished paintings on the walls were stacked to form a fan. A red velvet couch covered by a sheet ocher occupied the point of the room where most light concentrated.
The young painter couch said the girl and, as he put on a side table filled with paint stains their useful work, told him to sit down and use the sheet to be partially covered, so that was as comfortable as possible. Velvety voice, he explained that he would have to lie still for a long time and therefore it was essential to choose the right posture. The girl, fascinated by the room and the respectful treatment of the young painter, he thought he had to play its role as best as possible. Perhaps then, this gentleman or his friends could take more chances as a model and who knows, maybe I could get to leave street. Determined not to move or a tab, he lay sideways on the couch with his left arm for a pillow and the other bent at the waist, his right hand clutched a corner of the sheet that covered the beautiful curve of her hip . I felt how light bathed her beautiful legs extended. Stared at the boy's face painter.
Posing was not so difficult. The young prostitute was a long time to notice some numbness in his extremities, was entertaining as watching the artist had some music in the gestures of the young painter, whose delicate hands gnarled and danced on the color palette and the canvas as a marriageable girl on the gleaming floors of ballrooms. However, the numbness was to accrue to mutate into a really unpleasant tingling. For several minutes, the young model tried to ignore the pain, but became so intense that he could not stand it anymore. Not sure what would be more convenient. Moving stealthily "to restore circulation in hands and feet? Or tell the young painter of how bad he was feeling?
The girl saw that the young painter and his eyes do not slip or their arms or their legs. At that moment, his gaze focused on the ways of his torso. Concluded, therefore, have already finished painting the tips asleep and decided to stretch imperceptibly as possible. But he could not move one iota. He tried several times but it seemed that his legs were no longer there. As if there would be just a painful reminder of them. I try to look towards his feet.
- Do not move. - was interrupted by the artist, rude first.
- I can not move. - excused the young prostitute was
- is that you should not move.
- hurts.
- It happens sometimes. Do not move. I do not want to lose the position of your eyes.
The girl tried calm. Deep breath and went back to fit your eyes on the swaying of the hands of the painter. But the pain was unbearable. The tingling had spread across the geography of your body into burning branches and bends over her bare skin. But the face, all she was on fire. Without warning, he pulled his gaze from the gestures of the young artist and looked at his own legs. They were not there. Neither hands nor the trunk. There was only a faded shadow of what had been his anatomy. A steamy silhouette and no consistency shone on the couch. Reflect light and bright with the form and beauty of your body, but without his strength. Began shouting horrified.
- I told you not to watch.
- I'm disappearing! - the girl screamed in panic.
- Wait, I think I can fix it. But I need you calm down and streets for a second.
The young prostitute silent. With two professionals vermilion strokes on the canvas, the painter's lips closed model. The heavy silence was only broken by the soft touch of the brush stroking the fabric.
The young painter completed the picture with concentrated gesture. It cost him especially, as always, lock your model pupils within the canvas. But, after all, he looked the artwork he had created, knew he must banish the slightest feeling of guilt that he was seizing again. After all, had managed to capture hair shine and texture of the meat. His brush had shut the light on the canvas like a child grabs a blue bird and kept in a cage. Had shaped the look of the young prosituta so that seemed to blink on the canvas.
Thoroughly clean brushes and palette. Put each oil tube cap. Cornered the side table filled with paint stains. Carefully perched on a trestle table at the end of the room. Finally, he approached the point of the room where concentrating more light and, with a caress so melancholy as a professional, spread the sheet of beige on red velvet couch vacuum.
The Association carries out its work at national level to combine the desire for simple and silent workers that their daily efforts to build the foundations for growth of men and women of tomorrow commitment 10 years ago, that identifies and motivates with the firm resolve of many Argentines who will carry the identity of the people, the achievement of science and deep desire to become trainers of faith, prosperity and hope. 
Under the Vuelta de Obligado Patricios were participating in the actions of the Feast of Federalism and Tradition in the city at a time when Navarro was given recognition in Rosario, it was taken on our behalf by our dear friends of the Marambio, in the person of its president, Dr. Juan Carlos Luján, who personally delivered it to us on Thursday December 30 at the premises of the Foundation Marambio, Villa Adelina. 
Sumamos thank the Argentine Solidarity Association (SAS) for this important recognition and Dr. Juan Carlos Luján and other members of the Marambio Foundation for their kindness always. 
