Dana made me the happiest round-headed mongoose in the world by consenting to be my Muse. I think. Actually, I'm... not... sure she entirely understands the nature of the relationship between an artist and his Muse. I suggested, in my most lugubrious tone, that I'd like her to pose nude for me, and then find out how bad she could be.

This is what happened.

But hey, she's naked!