I’m so happy to share with you my very first recorded interview which, if I can be completely honest, has taken me some time to be proud of up until now. I don’t know about you but for me personally, hearing yourself talk about yourself can be extremely embarrassing. Back in November 2017, I was invited on a podcast called Weird Work to discuss about the experiences I’ve had as an artists’ model and how it has empowered my life.
In preparation for the interview, not only was I nervous, I was really looking forward to sharing stories about the artists that I have modelled for and how it feels when I am posing for them. Host Sam Balter, who was excellent with making sure that I was relaxed enough to be myself, managed to open up a discussion about my first encounter meeting painter Francis O’Neill and how that first time experience, posing for Francis, was the beginning of when I spontaneously found myself evolving in the the world of the artists.
I really hope that you will enjoy listening to this podcast. Thanks to Sam Balter and the producers at Weird Work for inviting me onto their show.
Please press on the play button below, wait a few seconds and enjoy the show.
Thank you in advance for taking the time out of your day to listen!
I’m happy to be sharing with you a painting that was painted by Allen Hirsch in New York City.
It was painted during the Summer of 2015. I remember my two most favourable moments were taking the elevator that opened up into his studio and ordering fish tacos for lunch.
Allen painted many series of paintings in this pose and I was amazed with watching the transformation of every one of them.
I’ve recently emerged from a tortuous process in which I was trying to locate my artistic voice. As part of that struggle I’ve been involved in many interesting encounters and I thought today would be a good time to update you on what I’ve been up to. In October 2016 I decided to pose in Florence, Italy at The Florence Academy of Art and during that time I had the opportunity to pose for two final year students. I was their subject for six weeks. It was great because it offered more opportunities to collaborate with other artists in Florence. On a day like today, where we celebrate women and remind ourselves of how much women had to fight for, I feel happy to be sharing this painting by Tanvi Pathare.
This post is dedicated to Pathare and for all the female artists around the world! Words can not express how wonderful it feels to be depicted by many female painters such as Pathare.
I was holding back with posting this but after receiving congratulatory from a few people who have spotted a painting of me in the 2015 September issue of House & Garden Magazine UK I thought why not! So here I am announcing it and in all honesty it has been such a reward! [Jumps with joy] I feel extremely lucky to have had the opportunity to pose for Phoebe Dickinson and for painting “Ruby Magic” to be recognised within the figurative art world.
Article written by Emily Tobin.
I know that it has been a while but I’m here to share some great news. I was asked to write a short article for the BBC: Get Creative which is a year long celebration of the arts in Britian. Many of you already know how passionate I am towards my life as an artists’ model and I am very pleased to take part in this series amongst other inspiring British Artists.
All of the support and encouragement has been inspirational towards my life as an artists’ muse.
Thank you and please stay tuned for the next blog entry about a man named John.
Hurray! Another speed life drawing video that I created of me posing for artist Desmond Healy at Hampstead School of Art.
It’s interesting to see how still I was during that pose! Please take a look and let me know what you think.
She hasn’t noticed me staring because she is so engrossed in her sculpting. I can’t help wondering, what is she thinking? I see her, directly in front of me, a warm smile on her face, looking as if she is rising above the mundanity of our day to day life. Sitting motionless in the nude, I am perched on a tall, rotating plank just five feet away from her. I’m so close to her that I can feel her warmth, and her passion for her work draws me in.
I envy her calm satisfaction as the pain from my pose makes me sweat. During the classes I am regularly asked whether I am an artist and I reply “no, not yet” but I have never felt so eager to start; to get my hands dirty and to lose myself in the process. Generally artists arrive at the class with enthusiasm and even excitement for the class. Then throughout the class their grunts and four letter clues tell me that their frustrations are getting the better of them. I have been posing for this sculpting class for the last three weeks and each time Sax walks in it is the same; she finds her place, she locates her piece, she ties her apron and then she is gone, ethereal. Not a single word, not a single gasp of frustration, not a moment of frowns. I found myself reflecting on memories of previous classes in which the artists have already become upset with themselves and each other before we had even begun. They would disagree about my pose or the layout of the easels. I recalled instances in which I heard altercations between the artists. I will never forget the disappearing lady who tried and tried so hard to learn how to draw and kept beating herself up over it and eventually left half way through a class.
As the lecture rotates me I stop recalling memories and as I return to the class my eyes fall back on to Sax who is a picture of serenity. Whilst others become frustrated with themselves and their limitations, Sax is content. Her disposition reminds me that the beautiful things in life must remain beautiful, what we do for leisure should bring us happiness. I slightly turn my head to get a clear vision of her hand moulding the clay. She is still smiling and she still doesn’t notice me staring.