
‘More weeks happily passed during which Andi never missed her clothes. Her memory of why her nakedness had ever scared her faded. In a similar way, those who found her body so urgent to either avoid or behold eventually wondered why. Like what terrified her, what troubled or tantalized everyone else redefined an old reality until it included her new one. As a bindery operator, Caleb had drawn a similar picture for me over lunch. He described a phenomenon whereby the model who first took her robe off in a class where he was enrolled rewarded his study of art with thrilling intensity … for all of a minute. When no longer underneath anything else, her flesh had a matter-of-fact triviality about it. Her sex appeal had dwelled in his head instead of a piece of apparel which already hung on a hook. On a larger scale, Andi had demonstrated how minor the issue became with a woman nakedly moving among her neighbors on the sidewalk, at the park or in the market as opposed to their imaginations.’
The Sketchbook excerpt