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Of course I could draw from pictures and whatever else the internet could provide. Laugh all you want, but pornos actually proved to be helpful when you paused a video in a certain pose that you were after. Some even had decent lighting. Shocking, I know.
However, nothing compared to having a model right in front of you that you could move into just the right pose and adjust the lighting to your liking or your own position in relation to the model.
Worst case scenarios, if I didn’t find a willing participant, I could always go back to the pornos. Pornhub always had new content. And it was the only action I was getting lately anyway.
Again, sad, sad existence.
But that part was more self-inflicted because I hadn’t even gone out on one date since Earl and I signed the divorce papers. I just hadn’t had any interest in putting myself out there again, or yet.
Dating seemed daunting.
Putting my “best self” forward had seemed so off putting since the divorce. I was also still trying to find my best self.
Hence the reason that my trusty Clio vibrator and Pornhub had become my fallbacks in recent months. I mean, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
I got up and walked over to the coffee table to grab my laptop and plopped down cross-legged with it balancing on my legs.
I pulled up my file with my artists’ retreat notes and contact list for folks who’d asked me about it and shown interest since the last workshop I’d hosted. Looks like I’d already done all of the leg work on this the last time I organized an event.
Hmm, I could pull this off with a short turn-around based on the way I had envisioned running this next one. That’s to say if I got enough people to buy in for the dates I could make it work within the next couple of weeks.
With that mindset, I put together the details and created the curriculum. By mid-morning I had, what I thought, was a pretty damn good schedule and curriculum with a supplies list with hotel recommendations as well as pinpointing the various locations that I thought might work.
I opened a new tab and pulled up my Gmail account and drafted the email, then added the email addresses of all of the interested parties, including the link to the signup form.
And send.
Next I emailed the gallery representing me and shared with them the retreat and link, in case they’d like to share with their client list, because they sometimes collaborated with their artists on things like this. It was mutually beneficial for visibility, marketing and PR. Or so I was told.
I then popped over to the school’s art department portal and copy / pasted the content to the “news” bulletin board and clicked “post”.
There!
Look at me go.
Next up was how I was going to advertise for a model… hmm. That was a little more tricky.
The models that the art department usually used weren’t available right now since it wasn’t the fall or spring semester. We didn’t offer any figure drawing classes over the summer.
I could reach out to Jim and ask him if he had any names handy or suggestions. Jim was our figure drawing professor and was in charge of models. But he was away until the mid-August and I’d hate to disrupt him when he was away with his family.
Maybe I could just put up some flyers around town, like on the Caffeinated Cock’s bulletin board, as well as post to the art department’s portal.
I could start there and if nothing came of it, maybe I could start asking around.
With that decided, I closed my laptop before the battery died, and put it on the coffee table. Standing, I stretched my arms up towards the ceiling and smiled.
Rest of my life, here we go!
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NICK SOBA
Was she trying to kill me?
Again?!
First the car incident and now this? I was dying a slow death.
