Rose :: Personal Narrative Drawing Art Papers

Rose I am accustomed, now, to being in a room with seven men who are drawing my pubic hair. I have been on the other side of the drawing board, and I recognise that bodies are reduced to shape, distance, and shadow hold up the pencil. This is how far the pablum is from the armpit. Squint. It is not even a boob anymore, not to them, though my nipple has not changed any since I took off my clothing.The first eon I posed naked in the basement of the man whose ad I answered there were only two artists. The host would grimace and then loose his face in quick succession like a embarrassed smile doll while he sketched. The other rubbed my shoulders over the dull blue robe during a break. The harmony was incredible blues, and old music from 1940s Japan. Bad luck for the band, my host comments, because then Hiroshima happened. I found something to digest on so my body would hold still and steady. One time it was a finished drawing. Something about the light on the womans breast mak e it look like the shape bread dough 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 qualityed pleasant and damp, pastel and composition board everywhere, with a cat who wound round the artists legs. But the kitchen and bathroom betrayed the smell of the five cats who live there total. I have five cats also, nevertheless 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 taken to pick me up from campus. He spoke to her as if he didnt know she had tuned him out. I stood discase under the hot lamp unsure of whether I was welcome, holding onto the curtain so my arm would catch the light, staring into the face of the clock 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 so metimes if I would feel differently about shedding my clothing for a woman. I do not think I would though I am using my naked body in a office a man dictates, I have sanctioned this and am do forty dollars in three hours.