photos by Kim Taylor

photo by Kim Taylor
This body that I am packaged by is a blessing as much as a burden.

It would be art if a Caucasian old woman with graceful wrinkles and weathered expressions modelled nude in a park, but the final results of any nude photoshoot I do always end up being classified as erotica.

I have nothing against the term. It is actually the historical context of what this term connotates to the current public that makes me uncomfortably self-conscious. It denotes the value of my mental entity by disecting it from the figure I own. My physical anatomy then becomes something purchasable, as much as my disposability, suggesting my nature as a submissive subject to patriarchal ideal. These connotations promote to others that I am a target DESIGNED to be taken advantage of, especially when I offer myself in front of the camera.

By being aware of what my image suggests to public eyes, I cannot help but become excessively defensive, turning my intuition on an extremist position, which eventually limits myself from performing as I wish to. Remembering the first time I modelled nude for a photographer, I look less consumed by the fear that transpires onto film. Alas, thoughts of this issue still drive me to fret and I intuitively freeze myself from the performance.



I do not know how much social abuse I can take; if I eventually crumble from this personal interest, it is not because of me, but because of my audience, possibly from how you see me.

--Antony Green 2005

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