It’s the first Wednesday of the month again, time for a post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group
This Wednesday, I want to blog about art. I adore classical art and I love looking at beautiful pictures. Before the internet era, the only way to satisfy such a craving was visiting an art gallery or buying an album of reproductions. Now, with internet permeating all spheres of our lives, the art museums have come to us. There are thousands of paintings available online. That’s why I frequent image sharing sites like https://www.flickr.com/, http://tumblr.com, and https://www.pinterest.com.
Like everyone else, I have my likes and dislikes. I love Pre-Raphaelites but dislike post-impressionism. Abstract art leaves me cold but 18th century portraits fascinate me. It’s normal: everyone’s tastes are different. Recently though, I noticed one disturbing trend in my dislikes: I dislike paintings with naked figures in it. Classical paintings of naked Greek heroes or personages from Roman mythology have me uneasy. I don’t want to look at them. They are just as beautiful as the paintings with clothed figures, and many wonderful artists painted them, so why do I have this odd aversion to such images? Is something wrong with me?
I’m not religious. I have never been overly concerned about my own body, and I don’t think I’m a prude (am I?) Sports events or beach movies don’t bother me, but I never liked porn and I dislike sex scenes in romance novels. Is there anything in my psychological makeup that makes me so? The more important question is: does it hamper my writing – this strange inner prohibition of mine about naked bodies. Should I fight it? Would my writing be freer if I embraced nudity in art and life? Does it really matter?
How do you feel about nudity in art?