When I first considered painting sensual forms in my wildly conservative small town, I hid my sketchbook under the bed and flushed with...

It wasn’t the first time I walked into an art gallery and saw a nude—but it was the first time I spotted myself there. Not literally, of...

It started with a failed figure drawing class. The model, all lines and symmetry, looked nothing like anyone the writer had ever known....

The Canvas Within: Art as a Path to Sexual Self-Discovery The first time I drew my own body, I realized I wasn’t just sketching curves—I...