A young artist falls in love with a statue and then finds a real live human replica.
My name, which isn’t really of any consequence, but it is Martin Reynolds, and I like to think that I am a budding artist. Drawings, sketches and the like, spending a lot of my time in museums copying any statue that takes my fancy. Fancy isn’t really the correct word to use for what attracts me the most; those young males. For with me being gay, I think you would understand the subjects...Read On