Tonight, I modeled for Main Street Arts in Clifton Springs, NY (mainstreetartsgallery.com) It was their first figure drawing session and I am so proud to have been a part of it. The gallery is very professional with a wide variety of good art. In addition, the people who work there are wonderful! I couldn't ask for a friendlier group to work for .
During the 3 hour modeling session, on the second floor gallery, there was a large oil painting by Marisa Bruno. It was a portrait of a young man. There was a wide variety of purple tones, which I think is what drew me into the piece so heavily. His slightly messy amethyst and maroon hair was the perkiest part of the image. After staring at his face for at least an hour during my frozen stances, I began to think about entering the picture. My fingers would slowly run themselves around the curves of his beautiful large nose until they reached his angular ears and softly pinching his broad earlobes. I saw myself tracing my fingers around the bumps of his lips and embracing the angular jagged lines of his jaw, chin, and eyebrows. Would I be able to put my arms around his shoulders with a hug and rest my head on his left side? Is he actually angry, and possibly homophobic? Why is he so bewitching and melancholy at the same time? This must have been how humans thought before photographs and television! Oh, how romantic it is to find a connection through the vivid brush strokes of oil.
Today at work, I told one of my workmates, whom is quitting, that I'll miss him. He replied, "Why, is it because you love me?" To which I couldn't reply because I soon realized that maybe I do kind of love him. Love comes in so many forms.
In connection, I was reading the end of Keith Haring's autobiography where he discusses having a wonderful platonic [nonsexual] relationship with one of his male best friends towards the end of his life, and how fulfilling it was. He was basically explaining the love he shared with this man emotionally. It moved me, possibly due to being in a similar situation, or yearning for a platonic relationship in my current location, with another intellectual male without anything physical. It's amazing how words from others can hit you right in the head and heart.