In one of my first gallery shows in Vancouver I shared the space (the Threshold Gallery, now long gone) with two other photographers. It was a show that featured women with nothing on. My show was called Homebodies. I photographed 13 women, separately doing something that they usually did at home but undraped.

This show was in the early 90s and feminism seemed to have a different approach then as to how men approached the female form.

A tradition in Vancouver galleries is a book in which gallery goers can give their opinions. The other photographers suffered criticism for fracturing the female form into parts and not showing their faces.

I received a glowing comment, “Thank you for the faces!”

Every once in a while when I have a blog missing and my brain isn’t working full time (as in now) I look for photographs that might inspire me to write. When I saw this one I knew I had to crop it.  It is not only faces that we cannot show now but then there are all those parts that in some way objectify the human (particularly the female human) and is entirely verboten.

And yet this cropped photograph has a luster of beauty and eros that remains even after all the offending parts have been removed.




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