Djembe - Concordia College
Djembe - Concordia College
Djembe - Concordia College
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Life Drawing I:<br />
Florence, Italy<br />
She steps from her robe. Easels surround<br />
her in a half moon – a dozen of us watch,<br />
graphite poised above clean pages. She folds<br />
her torso to her legs, wraps her arms around<br />
her calves. Then she straightens, reaching<br />
for the studio ceiling, breasts flattening<br />
as she stretches, ribcage defined. I make<br />
a line down my paper, cross it with another –<br />
a faint grid like scaffolding to position her, shape<br />
her. She’s young, early twenties. The outline<br />
of a watch circles her wrist – white skin bright<br />
against tan. Dark hair is twisted up and pinned,<br />
short pieces curling at the base of her neck, echoed<br />
by the patches under her arms and between her legs.<br />
Knees bend and unbend, feeling for a pose. Palms<br />
press flat to the back of a chair, one leg bends<br />
in a step forward, the other extends straight<br />
behind – calves primed like a runner’s, eyes focused<br />
ahead. I sketch her rounded thighs and slight belly,<br />
ghosting contours to shade later. Her face is not<br />
quite still – eyes rest on easels, watching us<br />
study her, lips pinch together for moisture. Yet<br />
the corners of her mouth remain firm, aloof. Only<br />
the soft etch of pencils flecks the silence. Silence<br />
that dims time as we dim the dents under her eyes,<br />
the dip below the curl of her lips, the shadowed<br />
shelf beneath her chin. But time shows when<br />
she starts to tremble, and she breaks the pose, lifts<br />
shoulders up and down, shaking out cramping<br />
legs. Folding arms over her breasts, she steps<br />
between the easels, heels not touching the floor.<br />
Her eyebrows are raised, curious to see how we see<br />
her. She stops at some to examine, to murmur bravo –<br />
for others, she narrows her eyes, hardly pausing.<br />
She weaves towards mine – steps to my side, leans<br />
to look. Oh! she says, her face opening into a smile.<br />
She inflates her cheeks, hands forming large<br />
curved cups around her breasts in the air. Grande,<br />
she says, laughs as she exhales. I like it.<br />
Becca Hovland<br />
English writing & psychology-2012 13