As we age, our bodies take on new shapes.
D’uh, I’m not telling you anything new. We collect some around the middle, boobs fall, asses drop, upper arms wing-out… it can cause a lot of grief, especially when you stand naked in front of a mirror and say WTF happened? The worst is when you droop-shame yourself. You got older, that’s what happened. If you’ve ever had to get yourself out of some Spanx with a crowbar, you know what I’m talking about.
I signed up for some Art School.
Who would have thought that spending time in a figure painting class would give you a new appreciation of the human body? I want to sound like an academic painter here, but I’m not, so let me begin by saying:
Perky boobs are just not fun to paint.
If there is one thing I can take away from my art class it is that bigger is better because bigger captures light, creates shadows, adds dimension and is fucking beautiful. Period.
No offense to really thin models, but they make you feel like you’re in a medical drawing class. Pass.
The female body is amazing…shape shifting and all. We need to start a new movement. Our changing bodies are a superpower…at least on canvas.