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The smell of turpentine and linseed oil hangs in the air. I stand with brush poised, ready to capture the beauty before me on canvas. My subject, a nude male model, stands still beneath my gaze. His eyes meet mine in the mirror above his shoulder. A moment passes between us as we exchange a silent understanding of what's about to unfold.
As I begin to paint, I'm struck by the tension between our bodies. The air is charged with anticipation. Sweat glistens on his brow, and I feel my own skin prickle in response. My brush dances across the canvas, trying to do justice to the sight before me.
Time loses meaning as we become lost in our art. His gaze never wavers from mine. Our connection runs deep beneath the surface of paint and flesh. The mirror reflects not just our bodies but also the intensity of our focus on each other.
