My last post turned out to be one of those “careful what you wish for” deals. I innocently puzzled over where the authentic summer “heat glob” had been all these weeks and, lo and behold, the very next day we had temperatures in the 90s! Hot, humid, sticky. Georges Seurat the prophet.
But you know what? The heat sucked! What’s that old saying? “Never let them see you sweat”? Well art models are the exception to that rule. I posed at Spring Studio last night and I was sweating my ass off. Gross. The Tuesday night session begins with quick warmup poses which I normally enjoy very much, athough you can get pretty hot doing them. Of couse Minerva had the AC on plus a couple of small fans near the modeling platform. But oppressive heat is hard to beat even with all those accommodations. It’s not just the weather. It’s the lights. Regardless of our nudity, models often feel hot just from the lights beating down on us. All the fans in the world can’t combat those lights.
For one of the fast poses I did a standing gesture with my arm raised. During that one minute duration I felt beads of perspiration crawling and creeping down my torso, making their way to my bellybutton. For another pose I did an athletic, showoffy, semi-reclined backbend. I glanced at my body, and I was practically glistening! Soaking wet. Sometimes you get so sweaty and slippery that if you pose with your hand on your leg or your hip it will slide right off your body. I spent my short breaks drying off with my towel.
But the folks at Spring Studio last night didn’t seem to mind their shiny, sweaty model. They were as focused and serious as they always are down there. The opportunity to draw from life is the primary concern. The session ended with an 80 minute long pose, for which I sprawled out on top of the posing blocks on the platform. My friend Eleni was there, and she was working in red conte crayon which she wetted with water to create a wash effect:
More of Eleni’s work. These poses were five minutes: