Seeing Black and White : A Love Story
So, here’s my thing about the human body: I think it’s dropdead gorgeous.
I could draw, paint, photograph, touch, write poems about, and otherwise give hommage to this exquisite machine for as long as my own body keeps functioning… and I probably will.
Nudes are often my favorite images, whether the subject of my own artwork or someone else’s. Although I’m currently an equal-opportunity admirer, for a long time, I found women’s bodies to be more naturally beautiful than those of the opposite sex.
I noticed early on that there is a stark contrast between the strong, bountiful and animalistic forms represented in fine art and the unnaturally shaped, scented and shaven maidens that are sold and used to sell pharmaceuticals or packs of beer. In the former, the vision of fat gracefully hugging muscles and the sense that these women are sexy, but not helpless, inspired a sense of compassion and deep love for my portrait sisters and, synecdochically, for myself and all females. In the development of my identity, I believe that these works played a crucial and benevolent role.
Today, as I mentioned, I appreciate men’s bodies with a similar understanding. We’re made differently, but in the end, we’re all trying to acquire the same basic measures of satisfaction: physical, metaphysical, spiritual, &c. I also love to sit back and enjoy the blurry areas of the sex distinction, which are more prevalent than the concrete ones, but more subtle, as well. A man’s penis is recognized in a fraction of an instant, but a carefully-trained eye will notice the sympathy, anger, or vulnerability in the line of his mouth and the curve of his posture – emotions that are neither feminine nor masculine in nature or frequency.
What does the human body mean to you, and how would you represent it?
Are you self-conscious? Proud? Willing to play with gender?