In art school, we had to do a weekly figure study. Most people did a charcoal sketch. I was running late and asked the teacher if I should finish this or bang out a sketch. He gave me an extra week and told me to finish this. Mexican Love. Acrylic on canvas. 18" by 14". As a side note, it took me a half hour to convince the girl I was dating to pose for this. I was like "You have to do it, it's for art!" ust to be clear, now that people have pointed out how harsh this sounds, The whole thing was comical to her and she still jokes about it to this day. There was no coercion or force involved. We were both in our early twenties, part of a punk rock, rebellious subculture, and her initial thoughts were just "Are you serious?