Not paint on bodies, although that’s fun, but I like to paint bodies. People.
I like the shapes and tones and curves and variations in bodies.
I would paint them all the time if I could.
Erotic paintings, nudes, clothed, silhouettes, religious paintings, closeups and distant hints of skin…
Thin and fat and muscled and slight, everything in between. Finding beauty in monstrosity and ugliness in perfection.
These are things I like to paint.
I want to study Freud.
and I want to study Michelangelo.
Maybe both Michelangelos.
(this one is by Michelangelo Pistoletto.)
I like bodies.
I don’t even have to like the person inside the body, although, sometimes they show through and make it even more amazing.
Steve McCurry did it pretty well, I know you’ve seen his “Afghan Girl” photo…
See, isn’t that just beautiful? Isn’t she stunning?
What a brilliant work of art.
I also like little pieces of bodies.
I like hands. Escher did hands:
And I like feet, too…
“The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art”
You know who said that?
Leonardo Da Vinci.
I like dancers bodies, and I like little old bodies, and I like those moments of movement that are rarely noticed-
like the ones that Muybridge caught:
If you were wondering.
That’s what I like.