For the people in the Artist Society, I am merely a piece of fruit to be observed and represented on paper. Though I can jokingly romanticize my experience, the crown of “the muse” never falls upon my head. My body cannot even claim personhood: In those two hours of straining my muscles, I am reduced to angles and curves of charcoal. And it’s precisely this reduction that allows me to feel little to no nervousness about being naked in front of strangers I will most likely never see again....
Updated 3/5/2018 at 9:54 p.m.
College is undoubtedly a time to explore newfound freedom—from parents, from curfews, from the long hours of a high school day. But Venya Gushchin, CC '18, has found a freedom that's a little more unorthodox—a freedom from clothes. While the rest of you layer up for a chilly fall, Venya's shedding his garments so that other Columbia students can sketch his naked body....