Couch-Potatoweb

“Couch Potato” can let the viewer’s imagination run wild. As one may often ask when viewing a snapshot: “What has recently occurred? And, what is about to happen?”. The image is laden with intriguing clues, from the opened box of Veri-Thin Pretzels on the floor, to the ceramic ashtray loaded with butts, to the open match book and crumbs on the coffee table. But, unlike the “Black Boy with White Duck” this image is loaded with electricity and energy which flows from the direct eye contact from the open-mouthed vixen, the manner in which her top has fallen from her shoulders and her skirt has slid off her knee, hinting at her sensual breasts and fully exposing her thigh, and extending to her twisted bare feet and expressive hands with separated fingers. For me, the image all comes together by the outline of her disheveled black hair and the dark couch set off against the bare white wall which fills the top third of the square photograph. It is a powerful moment, frozen in time.

“Couch Potato” can let the viewer’s imagination run wild. As one may often ask when viewing a snapshot: “What has recently occurred? And, what is about to happen?”. The image is laden with intriguing clues, from the opened box of Veri-Thin Pretzels on the floor, to the ceramic ashtray loaded with butts, to the open match book and crumbs on the coffee table. But, unlike the “Black Boy with White Duck” this image is loaded with electricity and energy which flows from the direct eye contact from the open-mouthed vixen, the manner in which her top has fallen from her shoulders and her skirt has slid off her knee, hinting at her sensual breasts and fully exposing her thigh, and extending to her twisted bare feet and expressive hands with separated fingers. For me, the image all comes together by the outline of her disheveled black hair and the dark couch set off against the bare white wall which fills the top third of the square photograph. It is a powerful moment, frozen in time.

“Couch Potato” can let the viewer’s imagination run wild. As one may often ask when viewing a snapshot: “What has recently occurred? And, what is about to happen?”. The image is laden with intriguing clues, from the opened box of Veri-Thin Pretzels on the floor, to the ceramic ashtray loaded with butts, to the open match book and crumbs on the coffee table. But, unlike the “Black Boy with White Duck” this image is loaded with electricity and energy which flows from the direct eye contact from the open-mouthed vixen, the manner in which her top has fallen from her shoulders and her skirt has slid off her knee, hinting at her sensual breasts and fully exposing her thigh, and extending to her twisted bare feet and expressive hands with separated fingers. For me, the image all comes together by the outline of her disheveled black hair and the dark couch set off against the bare white wall which fills the top third of the square photograph. It is a powerful moment, frozen in time.

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