Whatever I was told about myself, or believed about myself, or disliked about myself, or hoped about myself… I encountered it upon the dais. That tiny little rectangle, such a small special space on earth, has become the crossroads of all of my most important self-esteem issues in life.
When I come out of my robe and step upon the dais, I have no way to hide. I am completely exposed and vulnerable. All of my scars are on display… the ones you can see as well as the ones you can’t. Upon the dais I cannot pretend, nor digress, nor deflect. There are no lines, no script, no character, no movement, no tone of voice, no explanations. Anything I know matters not, nor does what I fear, or regret, or aspire to.
All that matters is who I am totally and essentially in that very moment… with both the power and the vulnerability of my simple human vessel… my naked body.
It is me… exposed… and held as still as a single soft breath… and doing so from the core of my will to be alive and unashamed!
And when the pose ends, and my robe is pulled closed again around my form, then I see the art! My medicine! Through the eyes of my beloved artists, I have a window through which to see the beauty of me! I was never able to see it before… I had been ugly, and so very sad. Now, through their eyes, I am healed thru the whole of me, and thru the soul of me… 💕💕💕
(This beautiful charcoal “Joseph” was made in September 2017 by my good friend Jack Schnable from an 18hr pose)