I know this is a picture of the Eiffel Tower but I thought it was cool and also I personally believe that blog post are incredibly boring without them. (No offense) #Notreally. As a class, we have been what has felt like countless hours in museums. Smelling, seeing, walking and sometimes even being the art. Now I have never really been "in" to art as some of the fellow classmates (insert wink here) but I have come to respect one aspect of the many nip slips i have encountered lately. The women presented in them. Ever since I were little I was bombarded with images of how women bodies were suppose to be. Being made fun of for your body is never an experience I would wish upon anyone, seeing how you can't help it sometimes the way you look (off topic subject about genetics) I think every women has her insecurities, whether your boobs aren't perfect, your butt is too low, too skinny, or too fat. Just like any man has his. That is why I take a little bit longer to linger at the "full sized" (as people call them today) women painted in those portraits. You see their faces filled with perfect content, they are happy with their bodies, they know someone thinks they are beautiful. It makes me jealous. Those paintings make me hope that one day I will be as happy enough with my body to (metaphorically speaking) bare it all to a man with a brush and an empty canvas.
No comments:
Post a Comment