modeled for a figure drawing class today for the first time. it was such an interesting experience. challenging for sure to stay still in a pose for 20 minutes at a time (the session lasted four hours). i also felt like “i” didn’t exist. my body was being talked about so clinically by a group of strangers. for example “the light hits the breast in this way” or “the plane of the shoulder can be looked at from this perspective”. it felt like ego death—not good or bad, just neutral and curious. grateful for this experience of being experienced in a sort of detached impersonal sense. grateful to try new things that expand the boundaries of what is. here is a drawing by a wonderful elderly woman named lisa whom i especially connected with.