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I didn’t attend for a grade or to impress persons behind or in front of easels, and I never viewed life drawing sessions as a cheap alternative to a neon dive skewered by a chrome pole. My reasons were more personal: a relaxing, yet soul-quenching way to spend a couple of hours with a sketchpad.
There were students and, possibly, guys or gals who might’ve eagerly traded their pencils and charcoal for hands, fingers, lips or tongues. But most were there to draw and paint butts and coy shoulders -- works that would more easily attract checks from patrons who wished they had the guts to hang a full-frontal nude in their designer homes.
Inevitably, I was moved by the models’ castoff inhibitions and complete comfort in their own taut or sagging skins -- kindred spirits in my case, though I’d attract no dollars for my garter. The human body, male and female, is remarkable as much for its imperfections as for the precious few commodities worth ogling, and alone in my regular "front row" seat, I always felt as if I was peering at royalty while holding the emperor’s clothes.