RoustanBodypaint

Does the Pope poop?

Yes. Every time I paint my wife it ends up as anyone would imagine.

The first time I painted someone, I was nervous in unfamiliar waters. I bought a bottle of wine for the model, the photographer, but mostly to loosen myself up.

Ever since, all studio work has been nothing but professional. No one ever crosses the line. And now, I've painted so many people it's just as benign as brushing my teeth.

Early on, painting guests at night clubs, things could get a little weird because there were many guests who never received the kind of attention that I, a total stranger, would give them.

So, things would happen here and there. For example, I've had to have a gal removed from a club because she would not leave me alone. I've made a gal orgasm while painting her. And I've made an insecure woman who beat breast cancer feel like a ray of sunshine when she gained the strength to remove her top.

Other than that, I mostly work with pro people, and it's always just another day on the job.

Not really. It's just a naked woman. If they were bumping and grinding on me while I paint, that might be a different story. But 99.9% of the time, everyone is just standing around, while I paint with tunnel vision, worrying about the task at hand.

I've been really wanting to do a series of older models, 60+.

I want to paint a picture of them when they were aged 5-9 on their torso Then I'd have the model do something fun that a child would do, like swinging on a swing set. And I'd try to photograph the model in a pure moment of joy.

The idea would be about the "inner child".

I've tried to set this up now three times, but it fell through each time for various reasons. Still hoping to get that accomplished. It's been difficult for me to find the right models for this project.

I once picked up a model and drove her to her boyfriend's home to paint her. He forgot to leave her the key, so we spent half an hour trying to find a way in.

As I started setting up to paint her in the basement, I heard her scream in the kitchen above. I raced up and saw a bat flying in a panick back and forth.

We spent another half hour chasing the bat out of the house.

Eventually, as I was wrapping up painting her, someone entered the house. It wasn't her boyfriend, but her boyfriend's mom. Apparently, it was the mother's house, not the boyfriend's house. And she had no idea what was going on.

I'm a pretty chill guy, and it was easy for me to relax the situation. But it was definitely awkward.

The mom was cool, she just asked the model to at least let her know in the future.

I worked against better judgement on this one. But I was heavily motivated by the result.

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TLDR: Broke into House, Had a Bat Chase, Got Caught by model's boyfriend's mom.