I think the human body is a beautiful, mysterious thing. It is so delicate and so rugged. The body is a piece of art, both Male and Female forms astound me.

So much value is placed on perfection of the body in an aesthetic sense. I prefer the perfection of the body in an acceptance sense. If we let go of the idea that we can make it an absolute ideal and begin to see it as it is, we can begin to improve from the solid space impermanence.

The only true beauty is unconscious of its status as desirable. It is created in spontaneity, perhaps it is merely discovered without its value known at the time.

I love artistic male nudes. My desktop background is Eakin's "The Swimming Hole." I live for the moments of such comfort as the men portrayed there have. There is no weight on their shoulders. There is only the moment of exist at their leisure.