"Why are you naked?" is a question I get a lot.
The answer may or may not be satisfactory for many, but it comes down to this:
When was the last time you saw yourself and felt nothing but awe, compassion, inspiration, and love?
There is something special that happens when we strip down. At first it can be scary. We may feel shameful, guilty, repulsed, or disappointed.
But then we get down to our very core- to our very essence; and we see ourselves for who we are. Without all the coverings. Suddenly we don't look so vile. Suddenly we are aware of more than the hard outer shell. We start feeling our softness, our vulnerability. We begin to see our inner workings. We start to understand and have compassion for our mistakes. We start to acknowledge and admire our goodness. We start to feel inspired by our dreams and desires. And slowly we fall into deep, unconditional love with ourselves. Our wounds heal and our voids fill- because we finally understand that we are enough. That we have always been and always will be enough.
When I create art without clothes on, I am telling my story without falsity.
No bra to make my sagging post-breastfeeding boobs look better.
No shirt to cover up my stretch marks.
No underwear to cover my cellulite.
No pants to give me a faux butt lift.
No zippers to hold the fat in and make me appear slimmer.
No brand names to elevate me.
Just me. With my folds, my soft parts, my muscles, my bones, my pure essence.
It reminds me that I am whole. Without anything. I am whole just because I am.