Renaissance nudity, like the Greek, was unashamed nakedness...
It was the complete human. I'm up and down, inside and out, I'm lying, I'm sleeping, I'm laughing. I'm a completedly naked human. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 23, 2008
The birds grow taller as they sing for us...satisfaction as pure as joy...
though my bird of god is clay, and a captive of mine, it sings for me and you, it's innocense - my naivety, its hardness - my guilt, its purety - God's will, every stroke better than the last, its truth - my calling...your gift. Sign in to see full entry.