Models are seductive, mysterious. It's a power, but misused it can be our downfall. Too much and our voice is lost in the many songs men sing about us. Too little we're that naked girl that has no sense of vulgarity. The middle path is best. I suck at it, but I try.
Look. I have no pictures of me anywhere on this blog. Unless you are a diehard you won't find one. These words are my voice, my image is my veil. You'll read penetrating blog posts about the life of art models, but I try to keep this blog so that your co-worker won't glance at images of naked models and get you in trouble at work. Happy? I am at least.
I rewrote an entry three times and finally decided I was editing myself.
I am so thankful for my step-father. He's actually proud of me, an art model, working for our basic rights as models. He sees us as workers. Workers. There was a time when all my mother et. al. could see was me casting off my veils for strange artists. Five years later he understands. I am so thankful, I can't say it enough, but you can't make strangers change their minds in a day. So for the general public I will remain that girl who disrobes for strangers and gets paid for it. For the artist, I will be that muse who inspires her. And the traveler of the middle path will see these aforementioned definitions of modeling true, but respects me for the work I do. As a model this is what usually happens when you walk around the room: the most different of interpretations derive from the very same source. Thankfully, the obscene images usually lie in perverts heads.
I'm shy. That's just the way I am, but there is something wrong in exposing a friend while keeping yourself in safety. So here I am! This blog is not about self-promotion, but I find supporting ideas and people online a great thing. That said, 12buy12 at Austin Art Space is coming up soon. The first of December to be exact is when the show starts, but 
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