Rose :: Personal Narrative Drawing Art Papers

Rose I am accustomed, now, to world in a room with seven men who are design my pubic hair. I nominate been on the opposite side of the sketch board, and I deal that bodies are reduced to shape, distance, and shadow hold up the pencil. This is how far the nipple is from the armpit. Squint. It is not even a nipple anymore, not to them, though my nipple has not changed any since I took off my clothing.The starting line time I posed naked in the basement of the homophile whose ad I answered there were only two artists. The host would face and then relax his face in quick succession comparable a broken smile doll while he sketched. The other rubbed my shoulders over the thick blue robe during a break. The music was flimsy blues, and old music from 1940s Japan. Bad luck for the band, my host comments, because then Hiroshima happened. I found something to focus on so my body would hold fluent and steady. One time it was a finished drawing. Something about the light on the woman s breast made it look like the shape bread scribble takes before rising. When I arrived I asked for the bathroom. Perhaps because I come from a place where basements and attics are rare I love them, and his basement smelled idyllic and damp, pastel and cardboard everywhere, with a cat who wound round the artists legs. only when the kitchen and bathroom betrayed the smell of the five cats who live there total. I have five cats also, but they spend their time outside accruing foxtails. The wife had headphones on and didnt look at me as she hurried into the car he had interpreted to pick me up from campus. He spoke to her as if he didnt know she had tuned him out. I stood bare under the hot lamp unsure of whether I was welcome, attribute onto the curtain so my arm would catch the light, staring into the face of the quantify until it became an object representative of nothing important, bread, an elbow, skin, scattered records. I do not know why there are no women in this group. I wonder sometimes if I would feel differently about peeling my clothing for a woman. I do not think I would though I am using my naked body in a way a man dictates, I have O.K. this and am making forty dollars in three hours.