THE GIRL WHO LEFT ME FOR ANOTHER GIRL…

When I was 19 and around the same time a similar thing was happening to the Woody Allen character in the film Manhattan, my partner of the previous two years left me for another girl. No jokes; she really did, and more unsettling than that, she destroyed my two old teddy bears; and all because – according to her sister – I refused to marry her.

To this day I can’t quite get my head around how a denial of a heterosexual wedding led almost instantaneously to a life of lesbianism? The teddy thing on the other hand, I sort of get.

The reason I mention this is because in the process of resurrecting much of my old artwork with the aid of my new slide scanner I recently came across several portrait sketches in various media I made of that very individual. They were all done in the space of a few days a short while before she broke up with me, and looking at them now it’s not hard to see how she was feeling about me. But whether her glumness and anger was because of my refusal to wed, or because she had already discovered her true sexuality, or just due to some sort of resulting confusion, I will never know.

Whatever, the drawings make for an animated and highly expressive montage, and represent a vivid emotional snapshot of a dramatic moment in our then-young lives. And the good news is, although we are no longer in touch, I know from my sources that she has been living happily with that same “other girl” ever since. Hopefully there have been some smiles along the way and no further damage to innocent teddy bears.

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “THE GIRL WHO LEFT ME FOR ANOTHER GIRL…

  1. They are indeed “highly expressive.” Although the circumstances aren’t to be envied, it makes me think I should seek out some troubled models — or perhaps it would be safer to just find models who have had troubles.

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  2. It was certainly an education, and don’t forget, this was 1979, so not such a common occurrence – at least not overtly. And by the way, from my considerable experience of using life models at least, they all tend to be seriously troubled, or seriously serene – rarely anything in between.

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