Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Model Non-Actress

Did I ever tell you I used to be an artist’s model? Sounds so exciting doesn’t it? I guess it was in a way but it was about a million miles away from being an model like in an advertisement for underwear in some magazine. I had been taking for life drawing classes for years and somehow I got it into my head that I wanted to model for these same type of classes too.

If you have taken Life Drawing you know exactly what I am talking about. When it is done right it is the most perfect and special world all unto itself. Its not erotic. not porno, not hot, but terribly intimate. An artists model is giving you the most special gift that anyone could give a student of the arts. I suppose I wanted to rent my body to Art an hour at a time.

The thing about art modeling is the lean, perfect magazine underwear model I talked about would not have been a good art model. Perfection is some sort of fashion construct. The more curves and wrinkles you got, the more interest the drawing has.

That being said I was very skinny in those days, not a lot of interest. But I tried to be as interesting as possible with my poses. I tried to do the most difficult poses and hold them for 20 minutes (typically the longest amount of time for a single pose).  Yes you have to hold as still as humanly possible. It’s not like a photograph where the person is still for a moment, or sometimes not even for that long.

One time my friend was modeling for our sculpture class. I was so happy and was just working as fast as I could. It was like a moment where everything fell into place and I was really really happy. For some reason one of my classmates started making rude comments to my friend. God why? I was thinking to myself. I told him to shut up. I may have even said shut the f up. but I doubt it. All I know is it was one of the rare, rare occasions that I would have happily punched someone in the face if it had been necessary. First of all you don’t speak that way to a woman and secondly don’t screw up my live model time. Sheesh.

Maybe I should go back to modeling. I certainly am more interesting now then I was then. Just have to explain it (or not) to my kids.

Oh and you are wondering was I naked? And the answer is sometimes yes, sometimes no. It was up to the instructor.

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