Forbidden Territory

[rowyn]

When I was a sophmore in college, I decided to take a figure drawing class. "Artist" has always been on my list of things I'd like to be good at, though it's never ranked high enough for me to be very ambitious about it. But I took classes in all kinds of things in college, because my major and minor combined took up less than half of my required credits for graduation.

In the first or second class, we had our first live model. I knew the class was going to have live models, because there was a modelling fee to take the class. When the students walked in, she was talking to the teacher and wearing a bathrobe. I thought, "is she going to ...?"

Then class started, and she disrobed to pose.

No one had told me the class was going to have nude models. Which made sense, because the class had no prerequisites and I'm sure no one in the art department wanted students to enroll just so they could spend three hours a week ogling naked women and getting course credit for it. ("College really is awesome!")

The thought that we might have nude models had crossed my mind, but not very seriously. The actuality floored me.

We were all very mature about it. No one tittered, or joked, or ogled, or indeed made any acknowledgement whatsoever that there was anything remotely unusual about this at all. We sat and we drew and when we stared, it was in the same way that we stared at still life subjects.

But in my mind, it did not feel at all like drawing a still life subject.

It wasn't erotic. In fact, back then I thought I was straight -- there were only four people I'd ever been sexually attracted to and all of them were male.

Yet it was intimate. I felt humbled, honored, priveleged, amazed. Aware that this wasn't normal, but that a specific set of circumstances had arisen that allowed us to say that it was acceptable and appropriate.

I thought she was beautiful.

She was beautiful, with coffee-and-cream skin and supple muscles that showed in the subtle shadows and highlights on her body. I remember watching the teacher draw her face and thinking "you're doing a terrible job of it, she's so much more beautiful than that."

Yet she wasn't that beautiful. But she was my first model and I wanted to repay that trust by drawing her well, by capturing that sense of wonder and amazement and beauty in my simple charcoal renderings. I tried very hard to capture what I saw, which was light and shadow and curve and line and awe.

The awe was not the least important part.

She wasn't the only model we had over the course of the semester, but she came for several more classes. We had seven or eight different models. Four or five were lovely young women, two athletic and fit, the others merely slim. The ones with muscle were more interesting to draw, more complex. Two were young men who only came once each: reasonably attractive but not strikingly handsome. One was a sixty-ish man; I remember cringing inwardly when he disrobed. I wonder now if it would still bother me, or if I am old enough now not to care that his body was not young and slim like all the others.

We did not discuss in class that the models were nude, but I talked about it with my friends. One of the things that amazed me about drawing from models was that I could do so much better with a live reference. A photograph is better than nothing, but a photo doesn't capture all the nuances that you can get from a live model.

A funny thing happened then: my friends started volunteering to pose for me. Nude.

I only asked one of them, a female friend I'd known for a year or two. She was happy to model, first clothed and later nude.

After that, I didn't have to ask anyone: they all offered. And because then as now almost all of my friends were male, everyone who offered was male. Over the course of a couple of years, I had five different male friends who posed live for me at one time or another. A couple of them were artists themselves.

I never posed in return. I can't, now, remember why -- whether I never offered, or whether I offered but no one took me up on it.

But I remember a magic to it that I can't describe. It was neat. To be trusted. To be breaking this taboo that wasn't really a taboo, not in this circumstance.

But that was still what made it special: that the taboo existed. If I lived in a country of nudists, drawing nudes would still be just as artistically challenging and interesting. But it would no longer be an act of the same intimacy, not with the same intensity.

Sometimes I think that is half the point to certain taboos. Not because violating the taboo is bad, in itself. But because breaking it ought to have weight, ought to be made special and magical.

Not to make sure that the taboo is always maintained, but to make sure that when it is, the wonder and awe of it is appreciated. Is making it taboo in the first place the only way to be sure of that? I don't know.

Comments

[beetiger.livejournal.com]

I've done some nude modeling myself, though mostly for photography, which is a fairly different skill. But I always enjoy it, and strangely, I enjoy it more now than I did when I was younger/thinner/more classically attractive. I've rarely felt concerned about whether the photographer found me attractive, even when I did it for fetish photography where providing that was kind of the point. But I've always felt it to be a lovely and intimate experience.

[rowyn]

You make a good model: I've enjoyed the photographs I've seen of you.

Photography is a different skillset but it's got the same sort of feel between photographer and model. I've done a little nude photography and it was a neat experience.

[detroitfather.livejournal.com]

Your experience in the Figure Drawing class mimics almost exactly my experience in a similar class I took when I lived in California. I ended up moving to Texas before the class concluded, but while I was there we had perhaps 5 or 6 models, just as you describe. We had a guy in his sixties, too.

(I only recently brought myself to throw out all the drawings I did in that class, even though that was in 1991!)

The ones with muscle were more interesting to draw, more complex.

I experienced validation while reading that sentence.

[rowyn]

I remember there was a pretty blonde woman, probably more conventionally attractive than the first model I described in this post. But I liked the first model better: her body had more tone and personality than the blonde's, who had curves in all the right places but ... yeah. Not as much light and shadow to play with.

I still have several of the charcoal drawings I did for this class, even though it was from 1990. :)

[koogrr.livejournal.com]

Yes, roughly that.

Very few nude models in my experience, and the ones that were, were friends and male. It did have that intimacy and 'special sharing' quality you described.

[rowyn]

I haven't worked with a live model in, I don't know, 15 years or so. I miss it, thinking back on it now.

[koogrr.livejournal.com]

Now I remember, I got Natasha, Silfur and Alex to do some nude posing for a bunch of us in my yard. Took a bunch of photos, maybe some video, not sure. It was an invite-only, artist thing, and very cool but slipped my mind because I organized it.

I've run a couple at conventions too, but they were tight clothing versions. Moonwolf and SK FTW!

[rowyn]

I remember seeing those pictures, but I figured if you weren't mentioning them there might be a reason so I wasn't gonna bring it up. :)

[shockwave77598.livejournal.com]

Heh. Modeling for folks would be exciting. I have a tiny outgoing streak in me, deep down. One thing I've always wondered about male models though is how they keep the standard male reaction from occurring?

[koogrr.livejournal.com]

From what I've seen...

Some didn't...

Sometimes people giggle quietly, and that'll kill it...

It's cold...

and muscles cramping after five minutes in a rough pose will kill it too...

[rowyn]

I ... actually don't remember. If it bothered my models, I didn't notice, and it didn't bother me. :)

[octantis.livejournal.com]

Varies from person to person, I think. I've never actually seen it happen. I think most treat modeling nudes with the same clinical detachment that many artists treat drawing nudes, though I imagine it'd be more difficult.

[octantis.livejournal.com]

I think I remember you talking about this some with a poll that I started a while back. It was interesting. I've since been thinking of making a project of taking and posting pictures of body parts for reference, like I did with the hands some time ago. Hands, feet, knees, elbows, back, etc. I just worry that it'd look exhibitionist or attention hungry.

A model who is old, heavy, out of shape, or otherwise not the physical ideal can be a great subject. There's some things about how the body changes and weathers that you can't learn from anyone else, and it broadens your artistic repertoire a lot.

[rowyn]

I think a series of body parts would be cool. Hee, I've been vaguely considering doing the 90-day self-portrait-a-day project, but haven't because I thought it'd be too vain/attention-hungry. :)

[wildcard-47.livejournal.com]

You know, I've always thought figure drawing, especially nude figures, would be fascinating. If I draw anything, I tend to do portraits or landscapes, but I love the idea of being able to draw all the muscle and sinew and shadow of the body.

This probably means I should take an art class before my next two years are up, haha. :)

[rowyn]

I recommend it. :) I had a good time in the class and learned a lot, even when we didn't have a live model. Our final project was a 5' tall portrait of our own face. I put a lot of time into mine and was pleased with the way it came out. Ah, I'd like to do something like that again.