While at USM, he also tried to show the difference in human anatomy and proportions by posing child models alongside adults. I know: I was one of them, taken out of kindergarten, dressed in a leotard and posed back to back with a similarly clad adult model, made to sit still for what seemed like hours to me (probably all of 15–20 minutes each sitting).
There were also, of course, the usual figure drawing classes, in which students drew from posed models, sometimes clothed and sometimes nude – something that seemed perfectly normal to us Ambroses. Yet I remember my father telling us how, occasionally, he had to explain to a jittery new student that there was nothing ‘indecent’, ‘sinful’ or ‘dirty’ about drawing from life. ‘If they give it a try for just five or ten minutes,’ he would say, ‘they realize that drawing a human model is just the same as drawing a skull, a piece of cloth, a post. You’re not drawing a “naked person”; you’re drawing a subject.’ It’s true. Having been on both sides of this equation as an adult, I can state unequivocally: ‘the model’ is exactly that – a model, an anonymous subject, as impersonal to a class of art students as a tree trunk. So much so, in fact, that some art professors (though, to my knowledge, not my father) forget that their models are prone to cold, muscle cramps and hunger, and sometimes faint if made to stand for too long at a stretch…
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