Life Modelling

Today is my last session before the exhibition with my lovely group of ladies.

I started modelling a few years ago with a local artist called David Cobley. M and I did it together over about a year and he then had an exhibition of his work in the Victoria Gallery. We were being sold for about £13,000! Made us feel a bit conned about being paid £10 ph.

Then I started modelling for the studio where David works in random sculpture and still life classes. I found the classes a bit horrible to be honest, no one talks and they're always 3 hours long so I find my head starts going a bit mad when I'm cooped up in a silent room for that long.
Anyway, a few months back I got a gig with Binnie at her house up the road where she's converted a basement into a studio and just invites her friends round for art classes every week, changing the materials and techniques. Its just so cosy and Binnie thinks of really interesting positions and thing to do during the classes. They're having their exhibition on 15th Dec so this is the last class where they have me modelling for them, I believe they're using paint this week. Last week the main pose was 'rag doll' Binnie wanted me to look like I'd fallen out of an areoplane... it came out a lot nicer than it sounds.

Life modelling is one of those strange jobs where everybody is a bit uncomfortably interested. My Dad was a little freaked out when he came to see David's exhibition which is fair enough, my girlfriends have often filled in for me for a pose if I'm unavailable but my boys find it funny. I've been doing it for nearly 3 years now so I'm used to the idea of being naked, so much so that the other day I was given a lovely photo someone had taken of Binnie's class. I was in the background doing a lying down pose and I showed my friend John without really thinking. Stupid girl.

Is this strange? Its only art, and its only what everyone else has.