To Bare all

Here it is at last, the painting I was given.
An elderly gentleman painted it on the night,
I asked if I could take a picture of it on my
mobile phone, and he said better than that
I could have it. I do like it a lot. It consists
of two very easy poses. If I remember rightly
I was aching from the night before, where upon
I had posed for the High school 6th form art
students. The first time I stripped off for the
students, I wondered just how they would cope
seeing a nude woman...me! They took it in their stride as I would expect any up and coming artist to do, after all they aren't looking at any thing that is rude, this is art, I'm guessing they're studying the form, distances, measuring height, lighting
shading. I just find a spot to focus on, put myself into the chosen position and wait for the teacher to say go. I never check the clock, I don't wear a watch. Some times the minutes rush by but other times is tends to drag. Depending what pose I'm doing as to how comfortable I am... this all adds to the session. But of course the longer the pose the more 'uncomfortable I can become, this adds to the cramps. I some times try to grin and bare it. The tortured expression on my face usually gives the show away. Some one will notice that I'm in pain.. a voice will call out 'OK take a break' these words are priceless..!! We get treated to biscuits and fresh;y made tea. I get robed up and walk around looking at the attempts some of the people have made to try and capture my features, some have it... others Lol.
Time up and it's back to the pose. Usually I can remember where my feet were, what arm was where etc; etc; If the pose is a difficult one then some one will come round with a piece of charcoal and just put a few lines to show the feet position. Classical music usual plays in the back ground, but I much prefer some thing with a pulse..

Naked Truth

OK this is how it is. I have been for the past eighteen years or so a Life model for art. Yes I take my clothes off for art. I get paid for standing-sitting-lying still for long periods of time. I don't have many pictures of me. I have modelled for a high school 6th form art class. I have modelled for an evening class for any one from amateur to very good. I do have a picture of one person who has painted me.. that takes pride of place on my wall. I'll show you one day... maybe! I have a good eye for art. I know what I like and have been to plenty of art exhibitions. I'm well known for sitting exactly still for so long, anybody else would give up. Cramp plays a large part in my job. Pulled muscles too, aches and pains. So why do I do it? I like my body, I'm proud of what I look like and I like to express my self through art. It all started back when friends of mine needed a new model and asked if I'd be interested? I was I have to admit intrigued.. so I agreed to do it. I was OK until standing there in front of about twelve complete strangers at which point they said 'OK take your dressing gown off!' It took quite a few minutes- but after that I was hooked. And people.. that is what I have been doing for the past eighteen years on and off. There was one place I used to pose for and until just recently, well with in the past twelve months I actually got money, well deserved money should I add. I don't work for nothing. So that is it. Next time your staring at a nude of a man or woman in some provocative pose with a stunning body, smile upon their face, just take a step back and look again at the stance.. think about not the picture put how long, how many hours they were in that position... try it next time you have half an hour, pick a pose and hold it perfectly still for 'half' an hour. Hard work I know you'll find. I love what I do, my new years calender is packed with offers of work. I shall be very busy. I meet lots of very interesting people along my way. Some art tutors have passed my name on to other art tutors. I am very popular. Iremember some years ago going to my first ever art exhibition, a lady there Anne, she had got a picture of me on her wall, I offered to buy it, she said I wouldn't be able to afford it, this put a huge smile on my face.

Bare all -part one

I've always admired people who pose for art. I had a very interesting conversation today with a woman in an art shop.. well it was a shop that sells art work for different artists..I've been in there before, the price tags are a bit too high for my pocket but should I like a piece then I might consider it, but I have to fall in love with it. We got chatting and the one piece that caught my eye was a semi naked female draped in a sheet with her back turned towards me,kneeling down, the sheet softly clenched with her hands over her breasts, her chin just inches away from the side of her shoulder with a wicked looking expression on her face as if to say ' what the fuck you looking at?' The more I looked at the painting the more I felt her eyes were inviting me into the picture. Well that was my interpretation of it. I couldn't take my eyes of this awesome painting, I must have stood there for some considerable time. I felt a draft as this woman, very beautiful woman waltzed past me and made an immediate turn back to me getting very close;almost breathing down my neck. I would have put her in her early to mid forties.. stunning. She asked if she could be of any assistance (Hmm my mind momentarily went into over drive) 'um.. yeah.. well' my words came out rather quickly and not exactly in the right order. I tend to stutter some times when I'm in the presence of a gorgeous woman. The conversation went from what I liked about the painting. I'm no expert at art but I know when I've found a piece that I've fallen in love with. ' I like the way the artist has captured her innocence, but from the look on her face she looks like she has a different agenda. I felt her eyes scan the length of my body, as I looked at her our eyes suddenly met. I felt myself blush. I ran my tongue around my lips, my mouth had suddenly become dry, it was incredibly warm in the shop, I was in full bike leathers as I'd arrived on my motorbike. I started to feel faint. I staggered and almost trod on her feet. I felt embarrassed to say the least. 'Quickly.. some body get a glass of water'... I leaned against a free wall,wafting my face with my hand and trying to look not so stupid. I found a spare high stool and draped my tired legs around it. 'Are you OK?' she asked with some concern in her voice. 'Yeah I'm OK now thanks, just got a bit too hot, 'yes I bet you're hot in those black leathers?'OK now she's flirting with me. The shop was starting to fill up now, so I sat there for a while longer. She wandered off to attend some other customers, I found myself watching her. She'd got shiny black hair, it came down her back and seemed to glisten in the lights. Her eyes were stunning ice green. Her complexion was perfect.
She was wearing tight black satin trousers which complimented her cute little ass, each curve filled with fabric as though it were painted on. High heels that brought her to my height of about 5'10." Her perfume was delicate, it made me want her. She wore a white long sleeved shirt with a stiff collar, cuff links in her cuffs. Her shirt was showing just a glimpse of cleavage. Her painted red nails.. pure indulgence. I'd forgotten about the painting, but looking back at it I suddenly realised that I'd seen her some where before... but where? I checked my watch, one hour had passed since I entered the shop. I was by no means in a hurry.
After all I'd fallen in love.......... with this painting. A small crowd started to form around 'my' painting and 'my' new woman appeared to be in the centre of the crowd. It was only then that I realised where I'd seen her before. She was the woman in the painting! My jaw dropped. I new then that I wanted her.... and the painting.
I climbed of the stool and slowly made my way toward the front of the crowd, looking for her face.. listening for her name. I had fallen in love with this beautiful creature.. I had to know her name.

Tattoos

I'm considering having another tattoo. I fancy a wicked fairy on my right foot. I haven't decided as to what design yet, but I've seen a few I like, I just haven't picked the right one. I like the pain of tattoos, I have quite a few already in various areas of my body. I might have another piercing while I'm at it. Why?....Why not! I feel like adorning my skin with varying pieces of art form.. it's my way of expressing myself. I wonder what the pain threshold for the sole of the foot is like? I do know that no Tattoo artist will tattoo the side of the hand, I have no idea why this is but I might enquire next time I go to see Andy...my tattooist. If any one has any designs for wicked fairies and want to share them, I'd love to see them.
I once thought of having a 'branding' .. some thing very spiritual, cleansing my soul. A ying n yang emblem or the devil himself, just for laughs on my arse.. Oooowww the pain would be right up my street for sure.

Love at first sight

The darkness lifted when you entered the room.

I witnessed your every move, slick and smooth.

My eyes wide, my mouth..dry.. my heart skipped

as you collected your thoughts and scanned the room.

I looked away all fingers and thumbs, stumbling to find

what to say, nervous, excited, my nipples erect.

My legs felt heavy, Needing to speak, nothing to say.

Your gorgeous blue eyes and your golden hair. You

must be an angel in disguise...

The music rocks silently, my ears pricked for your voice

You take your place, I watch your face, your concentrating

so hard, I look away not wanting to be seen, wanting

to be seen. Thundering, pounding like waves crashing

pulse racing, I'm in love. I am here and you are there

Time for tea, time to relax, lying upside down on my back.

Limbs all numb, pins and kneedles in my bum..

God I'm hot, you are there and I..am here, wanting to speak

full of fear, all fingers and thumbs.

I catch a glimpse of your eyes, bright and lush, I want

to kiss your mouth, hold you tight, make all this feel right.

Make love to you, lie next to you, feel the heat upon our flesh.

Embrace you, touch you, feel the heat between your legs.

Hold you for all eternity... time to go. I watch as you

collect your stuff, make for the door, I'm still stretched

flat out on the floor, muscles cramped, I wave goodbye, too

late you're gone. My heart sinks, as I return to my feet

the door swings open, you'd forgotten your coat, you smile

at me, my expression must have spoken a thousand words,

you say goodbye and I'm sold.

Can't sleep, can't eat I'm in love. Can't wait for next week.