Somehow, there was confusion with the space that usually hosts our group, so I suddenly had 8 artists, a model and no plan. Thankfully I had (mostly) tidied up the house, save random bits of rope, and objects meant to elicit sighs, yelps, and occasional calls to God – those had to be quickly tucked away, and big nest cushions arranged to turn the living room into a cozy bohemian space. Clothes were shed, drinks and snacks provided, light music sent to the speakers, and we all set to work creating art.
We chatted, and snacked, and shared a delightful, platonic, relaxed, fully naked evening, since in Naked Drawing Group, the models and the artists are all naked.
There is something egalitarian, democratic, and levelling about being naked in a space full of naked people.
Tonight’s drawings:
Sex. Politics. Art. Cuisine. 