Touch me with Your Naked Hand
November 03, 2005
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Today I returned to WLU to take off my clothes — this time for money. At ten o’clock I appeared in front of Marshall Ward’s drawing class, smiling awkwardly. My hands were sweating. Mr. Ward gained infamy in 2002 when he hired a dominatrix to pose for his drawing classes. But unlike the dominatrix, I wasn’t wearing leather or chains to shield my ego, only Laura’s pink robe which still had her white panties in one of the pockets.
I quickly shed that robe too and got on the platform as 40 eyes narrowed on my body from every angle. Cohen was crooning in the background and I started dancing with the music, every inch of my flesh exposed, examined, transposed on paper. The first part was easy: “Move every fifteen seconds,” Mr. Ward said. I moved my naked arms awkwardly, trying to fill up the space around me with gestures.
And then the hard part started: “Hold your pose for fifteen minutes,” Mr. Ward said. I stood still and naked until it started to hurt — staying imobile is much more physically and mentally demanding than I expected. My muscles ached after a few minutes and it didn’t get any easier afterwards. It takes a lot of effort to remain perfectly still and to prevent all the rushing blood in your veins from flooding into your cock. Having Cohen sing in the background about naked bodies didn’t help much either.
By the end of the first hour my entire body trembled slightly. I took a break to look at the drawings, and I felt satisfied to see my body on paper. Twenty strangers now knew my body better than me. When I finally put on my street clothes and walked out after two hours of profound nakedness, I felt comforted knowing that each of my limbs gained a life of their own. Pieces of me now exist in a multitude of ways in two dozen notebooks, warts and all.
Posted by Tudor at 10:31 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackIt sounds like you had a good time despite the comfort issues. Aren’t you proud?
Posted by: Kathy on November 03, 2005 at 09:28 PMyou mean 19 strangers and me. Who was trying to avoid your naked gaze. MArshall really really liked your robe. Well, Laura’s robe. In any case, I think it was the highlight of his day.
Posted by: Erin on November 03, 2005 at 10:36 PMSorry about the panties in the pocket. I should have known you’d steal the pink one ;). Did you take pictures? It’d be wonderful to see their artwork - I’m sure they did a great job. I’m still surprised you hadn’t done this before.
Posted by: Laura on November 03, 2005 at 11:01 PMFabulously eerie.
We posed for Marshall Ward’s students almost exactly three years apart, and seem to have had nearly identical emotional and intellectual responses!
Posted by: Trevort on November 04, 2005 at 12:03 AMI have a friend who is an art model. She said she got the most work when she was pregnant. (She has a great, voluptuous body, so doesn’t mind being naked- for whatever reason- kind of like you!)
When I was taking life drawing classes, we had all shapes and sizes of models. One of the most memorable, was an older gentleman named Conrad, who would doze off during his poses, until the teacher would shout at him to wake up
Posted by: jules on November 04, 2005 at 01:06 AMI had an art model once who was quite exuberant, but he smelled of ass and would come up to us between sessions and inspect the drawings while still without clothing — made for some rather uncomfortable drawing classes
Posted by: karen on November 04, 2005 at 01:40 AMHere is another job:
http://www.gojobs.gov.on.ca/mbs/gojobs/gojobs.nsf/GoJobsDoc_E?openagent&lang=e&doc=594E18709F1175558525709F006F0FC2&ref=01
That song is awesome.
Posted by: Bryan on November 04, 2005 at 09:25 AMCool, post any sketches?
Posted by: Jason on November 04, 2005 at 12:37 PMI had the sensation that I was stepping in your footprints, Trevor — I knew you modeled for Marshall Ward but I wasn’t sure if it was for one of his courses or for his projects. It’s certainly an intense intellectual and bodily experience.
And no, Jason, unfortunately I don’t have any sketches. Perphaps Erin would be kind enough to share her work (sorry for making it awkward for you by constantly staring — but I’m glad Marshal liked the robe. hehehe!).
Posted by: Tudor on November 04, 2005 at 04:30 PM