I've been drawing from the (nude) model on and off for a lot of years. Barring the first 4 minutes of my very first attempt, I've approached the subject as if he/she were a still life. Lines, angles, shapes, volumes--these are what count. Of course, some still lifes are spectacularly beautiful (as in the recent case of the Gorgeous Person) but that's beside the point.
Last night, though, after I'd come home from our drawing session, I pinned up these drawings on my wall and I felt so moved. Here is a person. Here she is, in all her vulnerability. She came to a room of strangers and she took off her clothes. This was trust. This took courage. And then, I don't know why, I thought of all of the people through time, not just my life, who have done the same and I felt thankful. Humbled, too.