North light fills a row of windows high above the wooden platform where I’m told to stand. Easels scrape into place like a flower blooming around me. I hear easy chatter, lean into the paint-smeared stool, struggle to unwrap this borrowed robe.
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creative non-fiction? :)
ReplyDeleteI felt the blush start as that robe fell and then the empowerment that accompanies any courageous feat. Beautiful words.
lol If it were me, they'd be yelling, Get that robe back on, girl!
DeleteThank you for your kind words, Kir!
The brave soul at the front of the room is my hero!
ReplyDeleteHehe They're all brave souls in that room, Tina!
DeleteWhat Tina said!
ReplyDelete: ) My kinda heroes!
DeleteOh my! I could never, I don't think (maybe in college)! Did you kymm? It's tagged fiction so no. Maybe? In any case, my college boyfriend needed money, so he did it. I dropped him off at the art building and he was shaking like a...ummm...leaf! Great piece!!!
ReplyDeletelol Thank you, Gina! To tell you the truth, no one ever asked. hahaha I loved life drawing classes and miss them, but I was always behind the easel. I was friends with plenty though. Sometimes that was awkward : )
DeleteYou really placed me in that room to feel fear at the idea of unwrapping that robe.
ReplyDeleteHaha Sorry to take advantage of you like that, but glad you felt it. Thanks, Marcy!
DeleteI have actually been one of the artists at the easel and could feel the heat rise in my cheeks just as it did then. We were told to be serious or we get an F for the day and asked to leave. Once that robe dropped though, you were so busy drawing you really forgot how naked the model was and how mortified you were to be looking at them.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite things in the world is life drawing class. If I can still clutch a pencil when I have the time, I'll be back at it!
DeleteThanks for reading, Kathy!
Tell me about your shoes. Well done Kymm - really nicely penned.
ReplyDeleteomg Thom you do not want to know about my shoes.
DeleteI thank you kindly, sir.
A very unique take on the prompt, kymm. "Easels scrape into place" love this metaphor
ReplyDeleteSo glad you liked it. Thank you, Habiba!
DeleteI'd be mortified to be in the room, irrespective of the side I was on! beautifully penned :-)
ReplyDeleteI hear the cramps are worst than the mortification - lol
DeleteThank you so much, Uma!
I'd be terrified to be the model! lol Very creative!
ReplyDeleteYou would never have caught me dead up there! Thank you, Jen!
DeleteI don't think I'd ever be brave enough to model naked!
ReplyDeleteNaw, I didn't like doing it clothed!
DeleteLoved the blossoming/ flowering easels - such a perfect description. On a purely practical note, I hope the room's well-heated.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah Ann! Yeah, I was tempted to talk about the space heater.
DeleteThe sound and the imagery of those easels aligning was brilliant, Kymm! Loved it.
ReplyDeleteSo pleased you think so : ) Thanks for the love, Nate!
DeleteOh the flowering easels was a brilliant description! It captures so much feeling and paints a very vivid scene.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to hear that it works. Thank you, SL!
DeleteNicely done! And such a great title.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Meg! So glad you like the title : )
DeleteThis made me smile. Thank you. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad! Thank you, Catherine!
DeleteExcellent. I particularly enjoyed the title's pun :-)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed it, thank you!
DeleteI like how the painter (in my mind) suddenly became the painted.
ReplyDeleteI like how your mind works. Thank you, Katy!
DeleteI'm still a bit tripped up about sitting in paint. At least the robe took the brunt of that.
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