Apres les photos
Jan. 3rd, 2009 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chronicpaint Wow. That was so cool to do.
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bitterlawngnome is super easy to work with, and made me really comfortable. We started slow, with some head shots. Then did the progression: sweater off, t-shirt off, everything off. I think we did some cool shots and I can't wait to see them. I never felt awkward or scared of being naked. It was a bit odd chatting about the shots or other things and giving myself the occasional rub and tug to counteract the chilliness of the studio, but he didn't even notice.
We did a whole bunch with my forearm crutch, with me holding it in various ways. Some poses that were almost porn-y, except for being subverted by the crutch and the bonerlessness.
It's funny. I was nervous at first, but it faded almost instantly and it was nothing to be naked and visible to him and to the lens. But there's a kind of electricity now, like a charge in the air before a storm. What will they look like? How will I react to them? How will it others react to them? It's one thing to be naked for an artist. But for that artist's audience?
But that's what it was about for me, really. To be a part of art. To be seen as I am and to be visible as I am. To be okay with how I look and to show that it's okay if you don't look like other people look or how the world tells you you're supposed to look.
To not be afraid
bitterlawngnome is super easy to work with, and made me really comfortable. We started slow, with some head shots. Then did the progression: sweater off, t-shirt off, everything off. I think we did some cool shots and I can't wait to see them. I never felt awkward or scared of being naked. It was a bit odd chatting about the shots or other things and giving myself the occasional rub and tug to counteract the chilliness of the studio, but he didn't even notice. We did a whole bunch with my forearm crutch, with me holding it in various ways. Some poses that were almost porn-y, except for being subverted by the crutch and the bonerlessness.
It's funny. I was nervous at first, but it faded almost instantly and it was nothing to be naked and visible to him and to the lens. But there's a kind of electricity now, like a charge in the air before a storm. What will they look like? How will I react to them? How will it others react to them? It's one thing to be naked for an artist. But for that artist's audience?
But that's what it was about for me, really. To be a part of art. To be seen as I am and to be visible as I am. To be okay with how I look and to show that it's okay if you don't look like other people look or how the world tells you you're supposed to look.
To not be afraid