I started modeling nude for art students the year I turned 40. The unemployment rate of people who are blind was – and still is – around 70%, and back then the University of Illinois art department was the only place willing to hire me.
Taking my clothes off for college students wasn’t exactly a dream job, but it did have some benefits: standing still for 50-minute poses gave me lots of time to think about my writing, how to reformulate a lead, how to get across a certain idea. I composed my very first published essay in my head while standing naked on a tabletop, and once I got dressed again I rushed home to type the story into my talking computer. Nude Modeling: Goin’ In Blind was picked up by Alternet and published in alternative newspapers all over the country. The success of that essay led to my work on National Public Radio, my one-minute stint on The Oprah Winfrey Show, and, in many ways, the publication of my memoir Long Time, No See.
Last Saturday the New York Times published an essay by another writer who took a job modeling nude for art students. I found Rachel Howard’s essay difficult to read. Not that it was poorly written — I was just jealous I hadn’t thought of writing it myself. In the essay, Ms. Howard describes the short one or two-minute “gesture poses” art instructors ask models to use at the beginning of each class. Quick poses provide students some time to warm-up, and back when I was modeling that idea inspired me to make a habit of writing short email messages before getting into longer pieces of writing. I still do this today — checking the grammar and spelling on the short messages I send out early in the day warms me up for the book writing I do later.
Reading Rachel Howard’s New York Times essay showed me that gesture drawing affected her writing life a little differently:
I was, during those early days of art modeling, struggling to find the life in my stylistically choppy novel. At home alone, I heard the drawing instructors’ voices.
Find the gesture. Don’t worry about the details. What is the essence of that pose? I left my laptop at my desk and moved to the other side of the room to sit on the floor with my notebook.
Funny. The same short poses that inspired me to start my morning working out details (checking for spelling mistakes, watching my grammar) compelled Rachel Howard to do the opposite — to sit on the floor with a notebook and quit worrying about words and sentences. She concludes, “Because really, before we put a word or a mark on the page, both writers and artists must first step back and see. And seeing is not simple.”
Can’t say I agree with that step-back-before-you-write-a-word-on-the-page notion –I tend to write first, step back and listen to what I’ve written, and then work it out from there. As for her last line, “seeing is not simple,” though? I couldn’t agree more.
What a joy to read your blog…and then step back and think about it. Right now I am almost half dressed…with this weather what should I don? Don doesn’t look right, but it sounds right!
I’d say write what sounds good, and don what feels good.
Just reread my comment there and it makes me feel like Lucy in the Peanuts comic strip. The counselor is in: five cents, please!
Another benefit must have been your salary — I assume you got paid well?
I think I started at around $7 an hour, just above minimum wage back then. I do recall getting a raise to around $9 an hour at some point, and that gave me the benefit of calling myself an “experienced nude model” — ha!
Beth, I knew of your “art” background but every time I am reminded of it, I chuckle. But this new element — that the dog was drawn more than you even makes it a more priceless story.
So, so many of the completed drawings were of my bare feet and that beautiful black dog.
I was sitting at the dinningroom table knitting and Jim was reading your blog to me. Reminded me of a walk we took across campus to your modeling job. I really miss those walks and all the laughing we did.
You knittingwhile Jim reads out loud to you from his computer screen. Twenty-first century picture of domestic bliss…!
Beth,
I kinda thought you must have had something in common with Quentin Crisp!
Cyndy
Ha! Yes, I suppose we both were “Naked Civil Servants.” Your comment reminds me of a story I heard that Quentin Crisp always listed his number in the telephone directory — he talked to anyone who called him and always answered by saying, “Yes, Lord?” Considering this last life episode of mine, perhaps I should consider answering that way, too…!
Great blog entry. One of your best. I was pretty pissed off when I read Rachel’s piece too.
One of my best? That is *high* praise coming from a great writer and prolific reader like you, Benita. Now I’m curious to hear what pissed you off about Ms. Howard’s essay – was it her tone, or just rats, she scooped your friend Bethie?!
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