People talk to me about my body

As I'm getting out of my Jeep in the YMCA parking garage yesterday, I notice a man I don't know walking toward me, looking at me with an unpleasant, even hostile look on his face. I'm alert, a little rattled, and confused because he's looking right at me, but initially I think it has something [...]

Rebellion

I began drawing nudes as a way to make sense of bodies. Of my body. This has never been comfortable. Every exploration of a figure, every rough sketch, every erasing of a line to correct an angle, every moment of satisfaction in getting a shadow right has felt a little like the awkward fumbling of [...]