I’m not in the country at the moment and, having no internet access for the next week, I thought I might make this weekly post pre-prepared about something that I’ve been thinking a lot about recently. Initially, it might seem kind of scary and a little bit pervy. I mean, who wants their underage child shut in a room drawing a nude figure? Who wants their child to see a nude figure full stop? Who wants their child to be exposed to something so raw and potentially sexual at all? And that’s the thing, it’s not sexual, or pervy, or weird. It’s only becomes anything of that nature if you believe it is.
At first, it only really sprung to mind briefly. I was sitting in my Tuesday class, drawing the model – who also happened to be a woman I talk to a lot while I’m doing my print work – and, while she is really a stunning woman with a truly amazing figure, I observed that she actually had a really hairy arse. I know it’s only something trivial and slightly stupid to point out about someone (and by all means I’m not criticising her for it), but it really got me thinking about, primarily, myself – as someone who has a condition that makes me as hairy as a small primate – but also all the other models I’d encountered.
As someone who grew up being looked down upon by my peers for my weight, my height and my general self-presentation (or lack thereof), which of course resulted in a lot of horrible insecurities that lingered long after it stopped happening, I noticed that since I’d started doing Life-Drawing regularly, I’ve been a lot more happy in myself and my body – I’ve seen different bodies of all types, shapes and sizes and I’ve come to realise nothing about me or anyone else is disgusting or abnormal. I haven’t felt the need to diet or go to the gym, because I haven’t felt the need to worry about my body because, frankly, it’s just a body. And even then, because I am actually happy in myself, I haven’t put tonnes of weight on, I’ve lost it (and even if I had, it honestly wouldn’t matter).
But the occasion that really made me consider the idea that things might change if everyone did Life-Drawing happened 2 weeks ago. I went out for a meal and a drink with my old friends from 6th Form and for the fact that I’d drunk too much to drive, I slept on my friend’s sofa – who still lives with her parents. At some point in the night I was woken up by the sound of someone moving about in the kitchen next door, grunting a little as they did so. Knowing that my friend’s boyfriend had been feeling ill earlier in the night, I thought it’d be an idea to go check on him and make sure he wasn’t dying. It wasn’t her boyfriend – as I realised when I met him in the doorway. It was her father. Stark-bollocks naked and looking rather surprised. At first, I didn’t understand. It was just my friend’s dad. It barely even registered that he was naked at all until he covered his groin and said “Do you mind?” and even then I was less than bothered. Naked people, I see them all the time. Nothing new.
It wasn’t until a week later, when my friend commented on what happened – having found out from her mother – that I realised it was generally something peculiar and something most people are embarrassed by. This was largely because he father had thought it creepy that I hadn’t reacted at all, that I hadn’t covered my face in shock or disgust, that I had looked at him as if he had been wearing clothes. He’d instantly assumed that it was something sexual and lewd and that I must have fancied him. I don’t, I’ve got access to my fair share of romantic interests – all of whom aren’t middle-aged with 4 children.
But the thing is, this sort of thing has happened before. And not just to me, but a lot of my friends who do art – and specifically life drawing. I’ve listened to accounts of friends being flashed by old men in the park and severely disappointing them when they don’t react at all; of walking straight past a naked person in the locker rooms, completely unawares while their friends whisper rude things beside them; of people encountering their parents completely nude, wandering the house and not even taking any kind of notice.
And you may think: Well, so what? These people don’t mentally register naked people as something to be ashamed of, that’s no reason to force young people to draw people in the nude. But that’s exactly the point. When you do life drawing, naked people don’t register. If you have to see something every day in a situation that is completely void of sexual nature, it stops being sexual and just become something that’s just like everything else. If this element of sexuality in the nude figure was removed, there’d likely be a lot less sexism – at least in terms of cat-calling and the constant sexualisation of women in the media. You wouldn’t have people looking at someone on the street and going “hmmm, I wonder what they look like naked?” because nudity mentally registers on the same field as a clothed person, so it’s of no sexual interest unless some kind of sexual act renders it so. You wouldn’t be able to blackmail people with nude photos because, who’d care? It’s just a naked person. And with Life Drawing, comes respect. You respect your models. You don’t touch them at all. If you want something moved, you ask, politely, and they move. They in turn respect you for respecting them when they put themselves in what would be considered quite a vulnerable position. You talk to them, you become friends with them. They stop just being a naked body, and become a person. This sort of connection doesn’t develop like that in any other kind of situation where nudity is involved and I think it needs to. I think people have a lot to learn about other people and even if it’s only one generation at first, the youngest generation, in 10, 20, 30 years, it’ll be normal not to think of nudity as synonymous with sexuality. No-one would care about the nip-slips, the breast-feeders and the budgy smugglers, because they honestly don’t matter. People would be able to wear what they want without fear that it might “distract” or drive silly young men wild with lust.I want to live in a world where the body you live in isn’t something to be ashamed and embarrassed of.