Goddessheart changes

"What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that
the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the
garment with which it is clothed?"
Michelangelo

A few words about Goddessheart Photography

This page contains nude art in a classical tradition. We do not
consider it to be pornographic -- however nudity in itself is enough for
some individuals to take offense and they should be advised that this page
is probably not for them. Just as Michaelangelo's statue of David is not
considered "adult" material, neither is any art which is created in the same
spirit. When this art is shown in galleries many parents expressly bring
their children. Families with different sensibilities, who consider all
nudity in art to be problematical, should be advised that they may find the
contents unsuitable.

The natural peers of the artist are nudist families containing people
of all ages, of which there are many millions in the world, and also a great
many more individuals who are sympathetic to such perspectives. The artist
does not wish to pound square pegs in round holes...
One further note: All the models pictured here are friends of the
artist. None of these individuals have been paid for posing nude. This art is
a labor of love, a collaboration of friends.

"RomTom has seen many beautiful confident women in his wanderings. When I told him I was a writer he showed me a book he was developing with poems crafted to each nude picture. The poetic words tell each woman’s story with an achingly naked honesty. As the eyes, shy or challenging, playful or serious, meet the page, the words flow about the streams where they dance.

Here is a picture of a mother bathing with her children in a hot spring, and there, an older woman holding up crumpled flowers. All are innocent and spiritual, yet the strong limbs of women pushing out from these pictures make them hardly demure.

A man with a strong Celtic background, he composes pictures of women and nature together, as in legends. In one image, a soft-skinned black woman fans a fire, her eyes bright as if caught in a personal summoning of strength. Women pose with their Wiccan wands or with unusual masks that seem carved out of caves. Women are painted in mud or in clown greasepaint. I noticed something unusual about RomTom’s cane the last time I looked at it. Partially hidden in the dark wood were carvings of women he had modeled, their arms stretching out into the wood. They form a circle that curves, then playfully withdraws into the handle. You cannot tell where the natural knobs of bark end and their feet begin. They grow out of wood, stone, water, as models of nature.

Just so, his photographs draw you into a world where artwork was not hung on a wall but naturally formed, in movement, in song, and in the comfortable body of a woman at rest. It is an authentic world that goes beyond, yet is held within, our modern eyes."

When we are nude together we sense the primordial perfection that man’s soul has lost -- some would say since the Garden of Eden, others would say since our species lived in caves and carved the Madonna figures from stone 20,000 years ago. Humans of our era are so apt to distance themselves from each other that they easily lose sight of their common humanity. They pile layers upon layers of clothing on their bodies until children are raised to adulthood without a glimmer of wisdom concerning the common humanity buried beneath the confusion. The id is buried. The heart is buried. The human mind of our era is a layered hodgepodge of confusion, a fighting ground for inherited values and beliefs that often conflict with each other, a theatre for warring against kinds of people who choose other views, a place where we stereotype each other in the mad hope of simplifying the madness so we can deal with life -- and the end result is a mental core of frustration and a profound feeling of loss, with all the repercussions we know so well.

The nude human spirit revealed in its incomparably beautiful pristine nature heals us of such maladies. All the nudists in the world will testify to that. But only people with courage and determination and an honest desire to seek the truth will ever tear away the lies from their lives and find the truth. Nude art is the closest thing to God, to Goddess, to the soul. Nude art is the most sacred art of all. It is able to dissolve the millenniums of confusion we carry with us.

If art is not catharsis, it is facade. If you only have weak passions, this deeply human art is not for you. This art is only for people brave enough to see through confusion to the heart of Goddess.