And the weaver said, speak to us of Clothes.
And he answered?:
And he answered?:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful. And though you seen in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your fare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your fare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Khalil Gibran - The Prophet' - On Clothes
So I can wear all the 'fabucci' (fabulous Gucci) in the world to mask my insecurities and to brain wash my mind thinking the more money I spend on clothes to make my 'image' appealing......they do not hide the unbeautiful side of me, my mind and my soul.
I think that a person is the most beautiful nude. This concept can either be the most liberating or the most vulnerable for a person. The beauty of a human figure - is what I appreciate cause i believe it it the true essence of the person....nothing to hide behind....just that person and the world. After all we are all born butt naked and when we pass on to 'a different world'....it is our flesh that will become one with the earth. Our naked body is the containter of our souls not our clothes.
I don't think that the world should be a massive nudist colony..I think that nudity and a persons comfort with their own flesh (regardless of its God given imperfections)....is really important.
Since I started creating art I thought the human figure and portraying it in its truest forms fascinating. From drawing anorexic, skinney figures (during my rebellious depressive state of mind) to drawing fat healthy pregnant women (during my sane and happy mental state) I have loved the human figure.
I love the fact that my body does have its imperfections. That I have a pear shaped body and at times I wished my chest size was bigger. And I do have a birthmark of all places...God decided to put it on the tip of my nose. Thank God its not really dark and ugly. Being naked is vulnerable at first....and it gets liberating......its like I'm telling the world..this is me and there is no way I can hide....so just 'take it or leave it' mentality.
Back in my uni days we had a photography project and part of the assignment was to take a portrait picture in black and white. I clearly remember it like yesterday. We made our own make shit studio where it was in the hallway of my house...we wanted a certain look and I knew what concept we should do..so I became the 'subject' matter. We wanted something different....so i remember i wore a sheer cloth tied it around my chest to make it look i was nude. To add to the effect I put baby oil all over my arms so that when we misted water it wasn't absorbed into my skin. The lighting was great and the pictures turned out great.....while we were shooting my brother walks out of his room...looks at me posing and the rest of the team taking pictures and holding lighting...and me appreaing to be 1/2 naked...he just closed the door in disbelief....he called it my porn photo session. I thought it was art.
I grew up as a child surrounded by beatiful art works......1 in particular...a woman wearing a sarong with a see through top...and I still think that its the most beautiful piece of art work my parents owned. Cause with her being somewhat nude....I could see past that and see the true essence of the painting.
There is smut porno art....and there's art...nudity with taste. I love Gustav Klimt's work..thought his sketches of women is provocative....it capures the essence of a womans figure and captures her sexuality of being comfortable in her own skin.
Nudity...is such a taboo. Why I wonder...cause a naked figure somehoe leads to sex and all the things related to sex. For me..nudity..and the thought of it...leads to looking beyond that...and looking into the soul.
Like the birthmark on my nose.....I can tell so many stories about it.
Some poeple meet me and directly ask whats that on my nose...then after a while.....they don't look on the borwn spot......the look at me...they see inside me...(what they think of me that's a whole different issue). Somepeople don't notice it either they're really not looking at me...or they just see past it and see the essence of me.
And then there are those that are around me for the longest times.....and out of the blue they ask..what's that on your nose? I can't help but laugh...
I believe....that you can put a barbie doll looking naked chick....and a big size round chick in front of me...which is most beautiful.I wouldn't base it on the one that fits 'society's isdea of what is a beautiful figure'...oon on the fact that the naked woman knows she looks good.......I would base it on the one that is proud of being in her own skin and exudes a proud sensuality of her feminin side. Like Khalil Gibran poetically wrote....it hides so much beauty....yet it doesn't hide the not so beautiful...
Art works by Gustav Klimt
So I can wear all the 'fabucci' (fabulous Gucci) in the world to mask my insecurities and to brain wash my mind thinking the more money I spend on clothes to make my 'image' appealing......they do not hide the unbeautiful side of me, my mind and my soul.
I think that a person is the most beautiful nude. This concept can either be the most liberating or the most vulnerable for a person. The beauty of a human figure - is what I appreciate cause i believe it it the true essence of the person....nothing to hide behind....just that person and the world. After all we are all born butt naked and when we pass on to 'a different world'....it is our flesh that will become one with the earth. Our naked body is the containter of our souls not our clothes.
I don't think that the world should be a massive nudist colony..I think that nudity and a persons comfort with their own flesh (regardless of its God given imperfections)....is really important.
Since I started creating art I thought the human figure and portraying it in its truest forms fascinating. From drawing anorexic, skinney figures (during my rebellious depressive state of mind) to drawing fat healthy pregnant women (during my sane and happy mental state) I have loved the human figure.
I love the fact that my body does have its imperfections. That I have a pear shaped body and at times I wished my chest size was bigger. And I do have a birthmark of all places...God decided to put it on the tip of my nose. Thank God its not really dark and ugly. Being naked is vulnerable at first....and it gets liberating......its like I'm telling the world..this is me and there is no way I can hide....so just 'take it or leave it' mentality.
Back in my uni days we had a photography project and part of the assignment was to take a portrait picture in black and white. I clearly remember it like yesterday. We made our own make shit studio where it was in the hallway of my house...we wanted a certain look and I knew what concept we should do..so I became the 'subject' matter. We wanted something different....so i remember i wore a sheer cloth tied it around my chest to make it look i was nude. To add to the effect I put baby oil all over my arms so that when we misted water it wasn't absorbed into my skin. The lighting was great and the pictures turned out great.....while we were shooting my brother walks out of his room...looks at me posing and the rest of the team taking pictures and holding lighting...and me appreaing to be 1/2 naked...he just closed the door in disbelief....he called it my porn photo session. I thought it was art.
I grew up as a child surrounded by beatiful art works......1 in particular...a woman wearing a sarong with a see through top...and I still think that its the most beautiful piece of art work my parents owned. Cause with her being somewhat nude....I could see past that and see the true essence of the painting.
There is smut porno art....and there's art...nudity with taste. I love Gustav Klimt's work..thought his sketches of women is provocative....it capures the essence of a womans figure and captures her sexuality of being comfortable in her own skin.
Nudity...is such a taboo. Why I wonder...cause a naked figure somehoe leads to sex and all the things related to sex. For me..nudity..and the thought of it...leads to looking beyond that...and looking into the soul.
Like the birthmark on my nose.....I can tell so many stories about it.
Some poeple meet me and directly ask whats that on my nose...then after a while.....they don't look on the borwn spot......the look at me...they see inside me...(what they think of me that's a whole different issue). Somepeople don't notice it either they're really not looking at me...or they just see past it and see the essence of me.
And then there are those that are around me for the longest times.....and out of the blue they ask..what's that on your nose? I can't help but laugh...
I believe....that you can put a barbie doll looking naked chick....and a big size round chick in front of me...which is most beautiful.I wouldn't base it on the one that fits 'society's isdea of what is a beautiful figure'...oon on the fact that the naked woman knows she looks good.......I would base it on the one that is proud of being in her own skin and exudes a proud sensuality of her feminin side. Like Khalil Gibran poetically wrote....it hides so much beauty....yet it doesn't hide the not so beautiful...
Art works by Gustav Klimt
2 comments:
I like this entry ... a nice peek into you and how much you put thought into things that you're passionate about ...
I do believe nudity can be a very nice form of art ... though it is rather hard to be totally comfortable with it ... being brought up in such a culture as what we have here in our beloved country ... ahem ... :)
Remember watching some unintentional uncensored topless scenes in The Perfume in the cinema ... it was a totally essential part of the movie ... but still , felt slightly awkward ... having this Indian 'uncle' sitting next to me ... he he ...
Don't have an Adonis body myself ... but I'm happy enough with it ... having black and white fur all over helps ... he he he ... :)
hey hey... it's interesting to read this entry cuz i clearly remember when i first arrived in peru in 3rd grade, we went into your room and you had a skinny, naked portrait of a woman painted on your window. your mom was embarrassed, she probably thought that we were judging you in someway, and said, "ha, tengok tuh! biasalah melor, naked people everywhere! eww!" you just rolled your eyes...
and then i remember seeing your drawing in the high school art gallery... it was a portrait of a naked woman... the skinniest woman i've ever seen. the piece was titled Calvin Klein. I didn't understand what that meant then, but reading this entry reminded me of all this. I remember thinking, as that 9 year old, "I wish I could do art like this someday."
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