A painting replacing skin colors by flaming vermilion or green passes over into Modernism, of course, and is judged by other standards, but the intention remains. I've never done any kind of modeling, art or otherwise, but when I contacted the Art Students League to see if they'd let me pose for a class and write about it, they agreed. I had my right leg balanced slightly on my toes again, which I realized was probably not the smartest idea because my quad did start to cramp halfway through.
I would not be doing any vogue-ing, apparently. Leslie suggested a sitting pose to begin with, and I sat down, angled my body to the left, and draped my right arm over the back of the chair.