Text from, of all places, "The New Yorker" (the pictures, though, not):
"The lack of physical presence can’t be completely solved—not even by Zoom. Not long ago, I attended a life-drawing class hosted on Zoom by the artist Alex Schmidt, who also serves as the class model...Schmidt still enjoys running her own, less formal class remotely. Before the quarantine, the class took place once a month at various New York City locations, but since March 18th Schmidt has held it twice a week, with a suggested donation of fifteen dollars; it is open to 'womxn, trans, queer, nb, and gnc friends,' and 'the rare vetted cis het man . . . with my permission <3.' In the class I attended, on a recent Monday afternoon, she disrobed and went through a series of poses of different lengths, from one minute to ten, sometimes holding a prop—a kettlebell, a lamp—while nearly thirty women observed her body closely...I began to notice Schmidt’s awareness and use of Zoom’s constraints, coming closer to the laptop camera to highlight a certain body part, or moving farther back to reveal the full span of her arms and legs..."
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