I would guess that it is in the nature of art that we are always hiding something, obscuring, composing. We obscure and expose selectively and finally it appears that we have done some magic by misdirecting the eye or the ear until we reveal and when we reveal on a good day we reveal as if the landscape has never before been seen or touched, heard. It is this way in art and in matters sensual and so we are captured by the photograph that we view as you are captured by the lens when you pose. And so you are nude not naked. And the cameras lens preserves the shy seduction. On a good day.
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