Sareeta; I must have painted her for not more than a month, every night at the Rijks Academy. Israeli nationality, thick black hair, ruby red lips and an amazing body with two great tits attached. She looked a bit cross-eyed, which gave all an even more sensual touch. I was in heaven.

In the beginning she was a bit crotchety. She preferred horizontal poses. She prefered to earn her money while sleeping through the sessions.

Next to all the pinky piggy bums she was a pearl of thousand and one nights, lustfully stretched out in front of us, spiraling into Oriental spheres.

During the breaks she’d check out all the with her image packed easels and showed a preference for my creations.

After a week our conversations became more confidential.

She asked me for 5 guldens. I gave her 5 loose ones. She explained she was given some cocaine. With it she would comfortably be able to get through the night, the pose was a sitting one… She was a practical lady. She could not make use of the coins, unfortunatly I had no banknotes...

Not only we, upcoming art geniuses, were allowed to enjoy her appearance. She told me that sometimes she’d go to a terrace on the Waterloo Square in full batlle dress. She’d order a glass of champagne, hoping that the people passing by would think she was a rich countess in exile. There was some doubt; Sareeta was not totally convinced of the effect of her tableau vivant.

One night the heating was broken. The professor told her to keep her clothes on. This upset her. After having given it some thought she proposed to not totally undress. In front of the mirror she decided which parts were to be exposed to the cold and which could stay warm. The result was spectacular. Naked tits are a great sight, but a lot better are over the side peeping nipples…

The following nights she brought a vast collection of high-healed shoes, shawls, veils and black gloves. The lessons started a bit later, all had to find the right place and setting. Often I did not know how quickly to pick up my brushes…

A friendship not only based on physical stupor was born. Aside her splendor she showed her tender sides.

She often felt lost and lonely. Apart from a boy friend she had two turtledoves. She talked with passion about the birds caressing each other. Her boy friend did not always show his affectionate side.    

I showed much compassion.

The boy friend worked during the nights; hence her nights were cold and lonesome.

I suggested killing the hours by going to the movies. That was a great idea, but with whom could she go? I sacrificed myself and to which movie, she could decide.

One beautiful spring night we went on our way to the Leidsche Square. I wore and shabby old green army coat (bought on the Waterloo square), she wore a short leather jacket and underneath an even shorter skirt. Especially for me Sareeta had put on the best pair of high-healed shoes. They were a bit too big, so she clung on to my arm, ricking on the meters high heals. On the other arm she had a big bag filled with all kinds of necessary items. We looked fabulous.

I had to return to the academy for a moment, I had forgotten something. On my return I saw a police Volks-Wagon beetle crawling slowly past my princess. Only when the officers saw me save her, they continued reassured.

Three hundred meters further down the road a taxi stopped in the middle of the street. The driver jumped out and ran over to Sareeta. A shoe fell on the sidewalk while she dangled in his enormous arms. He begged her not to fight anymore. This seemed a very good idea to me. He was at least two meters tall and clearly a sport school fanatic. He ran back to his full cab and drove off. He had not noticed me. 

I decided to treat my countess with care. You cannot be cautious enough… The choice of the movie was ‘Stay as you are’.

Click on the image to go to the trailer of the movie 

Before watching the movie (groaning and slipping downwards in her seat), she had to powder her nose. The bathroom was up a high stairs. When my geisha carefully waggled down, looking even more ravishing, three men stopped their talks about soccer. Under an admiring whisper of the stunned three I triumphantly walked over to my conquest with a coke in each hand. 

That night I put her on the bus. Even though I sensed other intentions from her part. The chauffeur had made impression on me and I did not want to be an excuse for another fight.

The following days she disappeared to another classroom. But after a week she was back. That night we had two models. During the break she whispered in my ear that the taxi had driven off.

Not much later my girlfriend walked in to say hello. Sareeta vanished; life can be cruel…

I once thought to see her at the ‘Paradiso’, but no… She has disappeared for good.

I still own a gouache made in 1979. She lays peacefully asleep. I painted it under maximum pressure. Size: 50 x 70 cm. I will never part from it.

All exotic women lead me back to my First Great Muse. In Barcelona I had a model that showed many similarities. A well-filled echo sounded between the towers of the Sagrada Familia.

I may have caught Sareeta on a canvas in 2002. She is trampled under a raging bull. In the end I painted over her… Has this happened because I was with a new love and no desire for unnecessary explanations? Is her memory so blinding, that I had to scrub her over?

Now an exited virile bull...

Would her image have stayed with me all those years if I had not put her on the bus?

Half of the beauty in life exists out of unrealized dreams. And with some it is better. Who knows what irritations might have damaged the memory.

Now Sareeta gets more beautiful every year…

It is spring. In this new work the lady only wears black gloves.

This time I will paint the irresistible Salomé. 

Barcelona, April 2017.

P.S.: I am not sure, but maybe she's here to stay: ‘BLACK GLOVES’.

And here the video showing the way she was born.