Friday, February 20, 2009


This was a cold day and many of the poses this day involved the terry robe. There were also space heaters on the model and the artists stayed in jackets, many with gloves. The studio is a cavernous warehouse, the same one that Sherwin and I roasted in during the summer (a story from an earlier post). There's something about suffering for your art that makes an artist feel like he's earning his stripes. It also draws artists together in common bond. When you're in a situation like this, though, you cannot complain about how cold you are. I mean, there's a young woman right there with you who's, well, suffering a little bit more than the artists and not complaining one bit.

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