As artists, we can appreciate the human form as a
beautiful photographic subject, but it seems that once one starts
working with the simple naked form, something not so simple
begins to happen. Inspired by our artistic aspirations, we delve
into form, play with light and composition, line and shadow,
shape and movement, forgetting that the body contains a person,
forgetting that the person contains a personality, forgetting
content and commentary, assuming that what we see is what
everyone sees.
Later
we sit back to muse over the images and realize we have captured
more than we intended. The images speak to us in a secret
language. They tell us about ourselves and the world in which we
live. They tell us how different we are from our environment,
although we are all made of the same substances. They tell us we
are products of our own inventions, and we have often chosen
badly. They tell us we have forgotten the basics, forgotten where
we came from, forgotten where we are going. They tell us we are
beautiful; we are free; we are light and shadow dancing on skin
canvases. They tell us we are nothing more than form; they tell
us we are much more than we could ever know or understand. They
remind us we are alive. They tell us we are life.
As much
as we try to remain purists in our artistic pursuit, the figure
betrays us. Directly or indirectly, the nude becomes a social
commentary. Placed in nature, it reminds us: "ashes to
ashes, dust to dust; from the earth we come, to the earth we will
return." We are wind, water, fire, stone. We are earth and
sky, ether and mud. We are saddened to realize how we have
separated ourselves from our elemental make-up. The nude
encourages us to remember that we came from and are still a part
of beauty. It inspires us to respect ourselves more, respect the
world around us more, and to see all things as one.
When
placed in the midst of industrial decay, the nude figure shows us
how opposite we are to the environment we have created, how we
have been betrayed by our own hands, how progress, dreams and
promises have come and gone, changed and decayed, but the basic
human form remains the same. We are not subject to the same
mortality as our creations. We are sobered by the farce of our
illusions. We are encouraged to see beauty even in the worst
examples of our existence.
When
placed in the simple studio, the nude reminds us of line and
form, the marriage of our conventionalism and our simplicity.
Stripped of baubles and dress, the form is universal, the same
from yesterday until tomorrow, from beginning to end. We see our
daughters and our grandmothers, our husbands and sons, constant,
strong, striking, and immortal. There is something so pure and
intense about the human form, so innocent and piercing, that it
cuts through centuries of lies and cover- ups to tell us truth.
To gaze upon the naked form is to look at all that is good and
real and honest about humanity.
As
artists we sometimes try to comment on and connect with society
at large and sometimes we try to create without commentary, but
as figure artists, we must submit that regardless of our intent,
the figure has a voice of its own. There is something so pure and
intense about the human form, so innocent and piercing, that it
cuts through all the centuries of lies and cover ups and tells us
about truth. To gaze upon the naked form is to look at all that
is good and real and honest about humanity; to see all that is
beautiful about ourselves.
Jamie
Cotton has a degree in theology from Saint Mary's College of
Notre Dame and has been nude modeling for six years. She also
runs "Bodyscapes,"
providing
models for photographers and tours around the US. She can be
reached at jamie@sensuousline.com