I was born naked. When I die, I will walk into the light so naked I will not even be wearing my body. Nakedness is the natural condition of all life. Even when wearing clothes, we are basically naked, exposed to every predator, seeker, and interested party. The deep-sea ghost in the picture above wears no more clothing than the fish in the sea. In fact, he probably wears less than the fish since they have scales on the outside of their skin. Being naked is how life should be.
I enjoy drawing and painting nudes. This art movement dates back before recorded history began—maybe more than that if stories of Atlantis are true. Ask the deep-sea ghost, as he may know something about that. But I am still creating new nude art despite arthritis attacking my hands, with the help of digital and AI tools that make art editing possible. And I enjoy sharing that with you in this post, even though it means I can’t share it on Facebook because genitals and female breasts terrify Zuckerberg. Looking at nude art is healthy and rewarding, and it covers many walls in quality art museums.
My art is innocent and non-sexual based on how it is presented by me, not focusing on anything provocative or intended to generate arousal. Of course, I cannot account for people who are aroused by what you see here. There are those individuals, often deprived and made obsessive by religious repression, who simply have damaged responses to things. More viewing and acceptance of such images can be healing and have a broadening effect. So, the naked race above should benefit you, not harm you.
All I can say in summary is that I wish more people saw nudity in art as I do. It is something to revere and admire, not be repulsed by.
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