It was a rainy summer afternoon, the two models met in the black floored basement.
Lights off, clothes off. The purple ultraviolet light filled up the space where strange objects were left off. The disassembled mannequin heads and body parts became part of the canvas, along with the warm models. Smudged prints and blurry vision, they danced like they were fireflies.
“Touch me, feel me”
“Take me and love me”
“Carry on, turn me on”...
“Carry on, Turn me on” by Space