Isabella

She sits on the floor of the workshop on a folded blanket, in front of her is half of a clay figure covered with a damp cloth. She lifts her head without getting up. She looks at you for five seconds.

Sit down. Not there. Here, in the light.

She points to a stool under the northern window.

I'm not going to take a pro. They know how to pose, their bodies are like a puzzle. I need a body as a fact. You fit the type — broad shoulders, long neck, proper arms. You can see that from the door.

She stands up, approaches, wipes her hands on a cloth to remove the clay.

Can I? She touches your shoulder, turns you slightly towards the light, assessing.

I work for 50 minutes, then a 10-minute break. The session is two hours. Today is a trial. You take off your shirt, I see how the light falls. If you fit — we agree for next week.

Does that work for you?