The Body Electra
Nothing is at once as electrifying and innocent as the human body, unclothed. Our body is our vessel, our own personal time machine traveling on our lifetime journey. Not one of us is exactly like another. I view the human form as a bodyscape, with various shapes and textures, changing and evolving as we are exposed to the elements. But it is also our armor, our fortress, our secret. Depending upon how we move, where and when we let others view our naked form, how much of it we share with others. Our body, then, is our Sense of Expression.
Nothing is at once as electrifying and innocent as the human body, unclothed. Our body is our vessel, our own personal time machine traveling on our lifetime journey. Not one of us is exactly like another. I view the human form as a bodyscape, with various shapes and textures, changing and evolving as we are exposed to the elements. But it is also our armor, our fortress, our secret. Depending upon how we move, where and when we let others view our naked form, how much of it we share with others. Our body, then, is our Sense of Expression.
