Let's all get naked, for the hell of it.

Ah, nudity. The eternal double edged sword. Nudity = sex. Right? To be nude is to be sinful, sexual, risque, pornographic, lustful, whorish, hedonistic, bold, seductive, etc. To be a nude women comes with it's own baggage. Nudity is a strange beast. Models, celebrities and the like appear nude or with hands or hair at just the right angle to hide the really naughty parts. Our media is flooded with images of actors and actresses in highly sexualized poses, nude or otherwise. Give us hip shakes, pelvic thrusts, on-stage simulated dry-humping, but one breats during the Super Bowl and it's pandemonium. But try it yourself and forget it! Nudity seems to be reserved for the rich, famous and beautiful. People may enjoy paintings of nudes, proudly displayed in their living rooms for all to see, but the actual body still seems off limits. The human body has been generally the same for thousands of years, but, for some reason, the act of becoming nude, or revealing your own body is a big problem. "Do what you must, but for the love of God, keep your clothes on!"

Connections

What does it mean to be connected? Is it physical? Psychological? Can you have a disconnect to yourself? At times I feel disconnected with myself. Currently, I have experienced a connection to something inside of me that I haven't felt before. Maybe it is that part of me, the part we all have, that is connected to everything everywhere. Maybe it is some kind of sister that lives only for me, inside me. My inner sister. The one I can communicate with who understands: my thoughts, my potentials, my flaws, my connection.

The Elemental Woman

The female archetype, comic book character, super heroine, goddess, saint- all of these are examples of the elemental woman: the very embodiment of the feminine. These are dangerous ideas because they speak of femininity without speaking of humanness. The idea of the female archetype separates the feminine from the human and results in the mythology of the female projected on the real woman. Binaries such as divine/profane, loving mother/terrible mother (Jung), human/goddess are part of that myth.

it's Elemental, my dear Watson...

I like thinking about the Elemental Woman. What is she like? What would she wear? What would her favorite drink be? Would she drive a Volkswagen Bus or a Caddilac? What's her favorite color and where did she emerge from? I'm thinking swamp.

where are your origins?

If I was to describe my origins, where would I begin? My mother's womb? My family's genetics? Human DNA? Or maybe I can link my origins to something more basic, and more universal. If I wanted to have a dialogue with two sunflowers would I look them in the face or bury myself between their origins?