I’ve looked at all the pictures this month with awe and admiration - and I’ve really gravitated towards the “bits and pieces” shots. I feel like people have things they want to share about who they are - and by putting the spotlight on those specific parts of their body, we’re getting a glimpse of what someone thinks are their positives or negatives. Or maybe we’re just seeing a small part of someone we wouldn’t see otherwise.
But when I think of nudes - I think of being a little girl with a mother struggling through art school. We had a studio in the back of our house - and if I wasn’t in there, I was with her in the back of a class. We had the strangest stuff in that studio, as well as our house (it was during the 70’s - hello), and our world revolved around my mother’s art projects.
She did a lot of work with female nudes, and she used to do huge paintings in various mediums. I wish with all my heart that we still had them. We talked about this just the other day… but they were all discarded at garage sales or went to people with whom we’ve lost touch. I remember looking at these paintings, with their curvy, mysterious lines. The female form was never something taboo to me - it was beautiful.
The picture I chose this week reminded me of all of this. Pumkinlittle’s self portrait is probably my favorite nude so far, because it reminds me of my too-young, hippie, music-loving, single mother working and dreaming in her studio - and the beauty of the female form that used to adorn our walls when she was done. There is something so simple and honest about it. I really don’t have a story to go with my post - I just loved her picture.
Photo courtesy of Pumkinlittle from Bits and Pieces of a Happy Life.
Until next time,
