Medium Short: Naked and Nakeder

A week of baring my work into deafening silence

B. Lorraine Smith
5 min readMar 24, 2023
Montreal’s snow is receding. New life has been patiently waiting to push up into spring. It was -5C on my run this morning but I wore shorts anyway. The sun felt good on my skin. (Photo by me)

Welcome to the latest Medium Short, a weekly accountability practice highlighting what I am reading, writing, and doing along the unmarked trail towards #IndustrialHealing. This is a personal update — my (debatably) more professional writing is freely available through this link.

I worked as a nude model for the Fine Arts department when I was a university student in the 1990s. It was the best paying student job on campus at $9/hour. I had to stand still, changing poses every few minutes based on the art professor’s guidance. (Sometimes I reclined on a chaise and fell asleep. I don’t think I was a very good model.)

In some ways it was the most basic job: be naked and visible so art students could borrow my lines and make some of their own. In other ways it was extremely challenging. Generally speaking, we are not supposed to be naked in a room full of others who are fully clothed. It feels strange when we are.

Anyway, I learned a lot during those years — it was an education, after all. I graduated debt-free, with lifetime friends who have gone on to become great artists.

Here I am now, feeling rather naked once more, only this time in front of a much larger audience. And I have no idea what, if anything…



B. Lorraine Smith

Former sustainability consultant replacing ESG with reality-based insights about corporate purpose and impact.