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I don't think we're in Texas anymore!  I haven't written you all for the state of flux I've been in.  Everything's changing, and when that happens I get shy.  Don't ask me why.  I just can't change in front of people.


With art modeling there's this a. you're naked on stage or b. you're dressed.  People with clothes on don't get much attention they've got their armor on.  Being naked in the art scene is ... not really sexy, so I'm not nervous. I'm the figure they have to stare at and draw accurately.  But changing, oh my! For me at least I can't do it in public.  It's my modesty.  Another art model I know can't wear a bathing suit.  That's her modesty.  I know it's weird but it's partially why you haven't seen me on this blog.  There has been a lot of change.  I'm in Indiana now and all set up. Miss you.


PS Paloma Art Models Guild is now being headed by Kelli Bland in Austin. More details to come.  Take care.

Japanese Moon Viewing Parties

I don't know exactly what to think.  I'm teaching my friend to become an art model.  No, I'm not trying to convert anyone - just help.  Someone needs some spare cash and wants to feel better in her body I'm all for it!  In fact, art modeling was the important factor for my own self-image.  You see yourself in circus mirrors when you look at different renderings.  Or as a kind, wise man once said: reflections in a pond.  Only you can gaze at the moon.  You don't need the reflections.  Take them for what they are and you will know peace.  It's a full moon tonight.  If you're still up you should take a look...it's pretty.


photo via Andrew Calder

"Where would Rembrandt be without his models?"

Today I went to my nephew's first birthday party.  It was lovely to see the young lad, happy and gurgling.  He didn't fuss whatsoever, and apparently he didn't have a nap.  Props to the birthday boy! 

I saw a lot of my family on my sister's side.  I met her grandmother, Ginny, and her husband "Doc."  My mom was there along with my step-father so this was a family event.  After talking with my own grandmother I realized how embarrassed my family can become with me openly talking about my profession.  I know to some of you it's a "No, duh?" kind of statement...but really...do we all have to be shameful about our bodies? I'm not asking everyone to run around naked, but at least have a bit of respect when someone is nude.  The only reason that I do model is because I get that respect in the art world.  But as far as the outside world, when someone is naked it's bad.  Naughty.  Licentious.  Sexuality and sensuality are certainly conjured up when someone is naked...but do we have to look down on them? I respect strippers and know that not all of them are stupid or strung out.  Some own property or used the job financially to start their own business. 

So I'm an art model.  Apparently the classiest nude profession there is.  I kept my words checked and told everyone who asked that I was a model and I worked at a fabric shop.  All true to an extent.  I made sure to say 'model' so my parents wouldn't be embarrassed.  All nudity was in the wraps.  Then Ginny told me how proud she was that I was organizing models.  I had to tell her the uncensored truth.  She told me I sounded like I was apologizing for my profession.  I was.  It was so sweet when she looked up at my step-father and remarked, "Where would Rembrandt be without his models?"  It was nice.  My step-father didn't have a coherent retort.  Thank you, Ginny.  You just made my week.  I wish there were more of you out there in that generation.  I'm glad I make you proud.

That Naked Girl

When I first started modeling for art classes I had this feeling slightly. That I was that naked chick and everyone's seen me naked. Really, it lasted a day. I've always revered women who are content with their bodies. The whole world could see them nude and they still have their dignity intact.

I am respected as an art model, without that I wouldn't do it. The artists treat me the same whether I have clothes on or not. Of course there is the understandable timidity but most treat me professionally and talk to me. I love artists. They make my world go 'round. Without them I would feel like a pinup for fat frat boys.

So, yes, I am meeting up with an art class tonight. Sounds weird? Who cares.