Friday saw the final sitting, at least for a very long while, as the advent of a new job means international travel and no weekdays off.
It was bittersweet in a way and gave me plenty of time to reflect on why I even started life modelling in the first place.
In fact James, the artist whose studio I work in actually asked what spurred me to do it, something he’d never broached before in the entire six months.
Our relationship and ability to talk about anything and everrything be it art based or not actually allowed me to realise the truth behind it. Not that it was a secret in my mind. More a deluded expression that other people seeing me naked might make me feel better about my life after the pain and sadness of broken heart.
I guess it did in a way. It wasn’t difficult. It gave me some spare cash to play with. It introduced to seventeen incredible artists. It allowed me to induldge in a self reflective/obsessive blog.
What will happen next? Who knows. Definately was a great talking point while it lasted.








