Bodies and Brushes: A Tale of Artistic Intimacy

In a room hushed by the breath of creation,

I stand, bare and exposed, my body a statement,

A landscape for the artists to explore,

Each contour, each line, an open door.

 

A touch of cold air, the brush of a breeze,

A chill in my soul, a moment to seize,

What do they see, those eyes young and old?

A story in flesh, a tale to be told.

 

Their pencils, they dance, they caress, they glide,

On paper and canvas, there's nowhere to hide,

I'm nervous, yet proud, strong yet unsure,

My body's a muse, their art to procure.

 

The students, their thoughts, a mystery to me,

Do they sketch with respect or curiosity?

Some gaze with intent, eyes serious and wise,

Others glance away, blush, and disguise.

 

Is it a form they see, or a person within?

A study in flesh or a soul, vibrant and thin?

A journey of thought, a fusion of feeling,

Together we explore, our humanity revealing.

 

I stand as they draw, and something unfolds,

A connection, a trust, a story untold,

In art, in creation, in this room we find,

The body and mind are wonderfully intertwined.

 

© Susie Stiles-Wolf