Life as Art

I read this comment from an artist explaining how it is that he paints his art while working nude:

“…Why naked? It’s my way of staying in the moment and away from a mind that likes to tell me how wrong or bad a line is. Nudity silences my inner critic. It kinda sounds like the voice of my mother. It’s not a kind voice. It’s always disappointed.  Naked I have to be here, now, no way around it, and keenly aware. I feel the vast openness in a meadow painting the sky. If I were dressed, I could never feel, as open, as exposed to the forces I seek to capture.  I like it that way. Art is about feeling. What I feel is what I draw. Nudity enforces the memory, the moment. It’s not a quest to meet God, it’s a quest to meet reality.  Clothing is a fantasy, a wish, a kind of hiding…”

I relate to this, but not because I make art. There is a difference and a similarity, not just for me and many others, but including several philosophers and gurus. There is a tendency to understand “Life as Art.” The more fully immersed and experienced, the richer becomes the expression.

I live my life nude. Life is a rich experience, yet richer in a natural and free existence, when making the most of my senses and being. Inspiration is a gift, a wonder that comes out of seemingly nowhere. All that I must do is to be ready for it, when it arrives.

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