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“You’re thinking about someone,” he said.

I traced my finger along the cool bronze cheek of that woman—my cheek, my grandmother’s soul. And for the first time in a hundred silent sessions, I felt seen. Not as a pose. Not as a body. But as someone who had loved, and lost, and sat still long enough for art to catch the echo. art modeling cherish

“I’d like you to sit for a Pietà,” he said quietly. “But not a holy one. A human one.” “You’re thinking about someone,” he said

I blinked. “What?”