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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Would you ever pose naked in the name of art?



I've just read this article by Louise Schwartzkoff in today's Sydney Morning Herald and I can't help but wonder whether I would in fact be gutsy enough to strip down in art's name.

I imagine it would be so liberating to lose your inhibitions and to feel comfortable enough in your own skin that you would allow perfect strangers to sketch you. Of course the context of artistic nude sketching makes it proverbially 'easier to swallow'. If, for argument's sake, I was paid money to let a few men look at me in the buff that i'd found on the street it would be bordering on sex work and they'd certainly be called pervs. But how is it that, in a room with a few easels and some pastels or charcoals, all is forgiven?



Maybe give me a few years - and about a billion gym sessions so that I'm ridiculously toned - and I think I'd be happy to be a nude model (for artistic purposes of course). Because, let's face it, if you're comfortable enough in your own skin to let others see you bare, without any of the trappings that come with modern society - clothing, make-up, coiffed hair and excessive jewellery - then that is liberation that money can't buy. That is confidence that only comes with feeling at ease in one's own skin.

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