I used to live in a small city in France called Tours. Tours is one of my homes. It was where I learnt to live alone, cook, pick a good wine on a budget, zumba, kayak and set up camp in the wild. One of the things I never got around to doing however was pole dancing. My friend Patricia loved to pole dance. So much so that she even started teaching with a studio in Tours. She constantly tried to persuade me to come and give it a shot. She felt empowered because of pole dancing, she said. It was indeed amazing how show could will her body to wrap and glide around the pole effortlessly.
I probably spent way to much time at the guinguette to ever make time for pole dancing. I wanted to. But a part of me was scared. My brain told me that there was no way my body would be able to move and bend elegantly, effortlessly. I was also shy. I think you really need to embrace your body to be comfortable enough to pole dance. I wasn't at that place then.
Am I at that place now? I don't know. I saw a post of Patricia's on Instagram last week where she managed to perfect a new pose (?) on the pole. It looked effortless. I noticed then how strong your body has to be, but specifically your thighs to support yourself on the pole. It seemed like the perfect way to depict thighs for 
watercolour and ink on paper.
