Quest

The quest for an amazing life begins with you... You shouldn't have to blur yourself out for the world or blur the lines to live openly in life or quest for glass to see things as they are. Love yourself more. Be honest with yourself and you'll find the courage to pursue the love you deserve. Kissing the wrong person doesn't have to happen forever unless you let it. The wrong people help you figure out what kind person you want to be with. Enjoy the moments. Figuring out what you want is a process and you can't force it. Don't be afraid of the unknown or upset at yourself for wanting more... When you're ready it won't be hard work to pursue and it won't come to you easily or organically. Connection isn't forced but as much as we'd like to believe... Truth is, the things worth having require effort but the right things will never feel like you're putting in an effort because it is what you want.

Here's a revision about nudity... while you are questing for truth or healing just enjoy it all. Realize nudity is quite boring and... hardly shocking. Naked people tend not to be the most revealed or open people. 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Naked

(4-10-2010)

Naked. The day we enter this life in birth our skin is open to view. Every part of you is ready to be displayed. A smooth yet firm surface. Barrier of protection from the elements. Imperfections can be seen even at the start. There is no where to hide. No sense in humility. Yet we choose to conceal how nature intended us to be.

Bare. Beauty is a blessing. Bare skin beneath sheets of glass. The frail condition of the body out on view. Her hands lay far above the head at the ends of extended arms reaching for a savior that wasn’t there. Legs spread from the gentle touch of a lover. Permanent scars show the signs of a haunted past. Face of an angel with strength of will.

Revealed. Beneath a thin layer of vulnerability the delicate nature of humanity is revealed. Covering the flesh will not deny the true helplessness of the form. There is no hiding. Everything is out on the table. Underneath the thin garments there is the soft armor that we all possess. Flesh is aging out in the open for everyone to see. A timely end that begins with our very first breath of air.

Exposed. Uncomfortable to watch a nude lay in a room where everyone is clothed. Especially when there isn’t skin visible on anybody else. Elegant angel. Small streams of sweat bead down the left side of her face onto the clear glass surface of the table. Across from the frozen moment lays a small stack of out-dated burlesque magazines. The variety you’d find in a 1950’s antique shop. Betty Page winking with hints of her naughty bits exposed.

Raw. Thousands of tiny receptors hidden beneath the surface of the skin to elicit an emotional response to every touch. Enhanced by the senses of smell and taste. Riches found in the textures of human flesh. Lines form to create a smile. Contact brings a feeling of nostalgia. Familiar relived through a sensory experience.

Stripped. Her body was undressed before the moment. Strategically moved and guided upon the clear surface so that we could see a stripped down version of flesh. A masterpiece for the audience. Tease for the camera. Up close a hint of seduction. Flash of the bulb carries the weight of the darkened pieces away. Gorgeous flesh captured. Commemorative photos will look more like the images taken from the burlesque rags beneath the table. According to the artistic genius the Angel was intended to lie in the same pose of pretty gal on page 25 of the magazine open beneath the glass table. Angel in homage of homage. Fancy artsy brilliance.

Unprotected. Helpless to the fine edge of a shard of glass. Powerless to prevent the incision of a rusted nail. Susceptible to the burning rays of the sun. Defenseless to the whims of the masochistic human. Branding a logo onto purity. Putting ink into anywhere that will allow. Placing holes in any part or opening that will allow. Piercing the fragile pieces of the body. Needles sliding in and out of the supple dermis.

Shown. The girls were used to the exposure when they frequented the events making up the art scene. Once I dated a pretty gal that frequented the skin modeling circuit. Told me the ins and outs of the situation. A girl might have to do some regrettable things to get a little face time on the cover of a mag. Seems that there wasn’t much that these women wouldn’t do to get ahead. From the looks of things, that’s my guess of how the circumstances at hand evolved as the artist leans in to kiss his muse between camera flashes. 

Uncovered. Removing the layers of clothing. One by one peeling away the unnecessary fabrics that cover the true nature of our humanity. Pulling up the layers of skin to discover the muscles and tissue of the anatomy. Bones hold up the framework beneath layers meant to conceal.

Open. Laid out to view. The last time she’ll ever be seen on the cover of a magazine in this version of her flesh and it happens to be best of times for all watching. Vultures are outside the door waiting to catch a glimpse of the scene for a headline. Stunning beauty greets art world in a display of the flesh exposed to the world and the best line they’ll have is  BEAUTY QUEEN STUNS IN BODY  ART SCENE. Nudity becomes a publicized headline followed by an indiscreet photo. Out in the open. On display for anyone to see and be seduced by.