Here is a picture of a drawing I did about four years ago. It makes me think of the stillness when a group of artists are sitting around at a figure drawing session.
Try holding this pose for twenty minutes. Your mind must twirl and sing as your body sits still. I don't know how the good models do it. They have so much stamina for silence.
I have sketchbooks filled with these studies. They were a meditation. The group had been together for thirty years. Anyone was welcome and it was ten dollars for three hours. I loved sitting there with everyone quiet and drawing.
Some poses are only five minutes long. Can you imagine what thoughts are going thru her head after a few minutes of this pose. The silence can be full of all kinds of whining and quiet screams.
The art of drawing is silent. No noise in color except what your eyes can hear.
I would enjoy the first few minutes of being a nude model. Then my arm would fall asleep and I would start to get angry.
I used to enjoy when a model would bring props. A long stick helped with their balance and gave a good visual too. Too much silence and stillness and you might collapse.
Oh, the drama and brooding that I could imagine with each model. The stories they could tell. But they are silent. Only their bodies tell all.
Sometimes there was a three hour pose. Good time to paint. Each time the model stood up for a break they marked the position of her pose with little pieces of tape. Elegant. So cool to see them standing around in their exotic robes chit chatting with the artists. Some just sat quietly and read a book or go outside. Most are very professional and silent.
There weren't very many heavy models but we all wanted them. Some claimed to be studying anatomy and the fat got in the way apparently. sigh. There were quite a few older models who were fit and scrawny in my book. I love voluptuous. No judgment in the silent pose.
For the quicker poses I would overlap figures to save paper and for fun. It was all just for fun and yet so revealing to my silent soul.