Me by Van Evan Fuller.
Ink On the Mattress
Ink is what she likes to be called. That’s her business.
Here’s my friend Ink dozing peacefully amid a heap of blankets and pillows. The perspective is—to say the least—extreme. There are some women who’d object to seeing their feet enlarged to three times the size of their head, but if they’re pretty feet (which they are) I see no reason for complaint.
This time, I’ve decided to forego my usual expressionistic color. The limited palette is muted and harmonious. The result is that we notice not the color but the graceful, flowing lines of the buttocks, legs and feet.