Grace in women has more effect than beauty. ~William Hazlitt
I often tell the women I photograph, and they are usually surprised by it, that how a woman holds her hands and fingers gives quite the insight to a woman’s beauty. They usually say ‘these are just my hands’ and go on about how they, like the rest of them, are nothing special. It’s a simple thing but it seems to be present in every woman I’ve photographed in some way, and you can definitely see it here. Over the weekend in fact I saw that same grace in a young girl that I photographed as well.
In the client’s own words:
Today, a man stared at me while breastfeeding.
My baby and boob were covered. At 8 months to be covered without so much as a flailing arm is a rarity.
Nevertheless the staring man confidentially said, while never breaking his stare, he confidentially said; “Breastfeeding and c-sections are disgusting. Such a pity for a beautiful woman to willingly destroy her body.” He continued to go on about how hideous both breast and scared tummies are.
I debated posting this, but I think a lot of times we see things on social media and casually think this isn’t an issue close to home, because we’ve not experienced it firsthand.
I was told it would be hard to find a man to love me, because my body was wrecked after I found myself a single mom at seventeen.
This is life.
My body has carried three beautiful babies.
Do not let selfish men or a backward world tell you that the process and proof of life is not beautiful.
We are not meant to be ageless and without cracks.”You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”-Song of Solomon 4:7
When I started Woman as Art it began I wanted to be able to make images that women would celebrate for themselves.
There’s a big deal about ‘boudoir’ now and while that’s something that I do a lot of, I always rejoice when a client comes to see me for images – for them, and not for someone else.
As I began to celebrate the art that women truly are in session after session I began to gather the best of those images into a website – and my wife and several others have suggested that Woman as Art become a book, and I heartily agreed to that statement.
But there’s a vast chasm between putting a few images on a website, and putting together a book. And I doubted that I could ever do it.
Recent events have caused me to re-think that, however.
So, as of today – Woman as Art is GOING to be a book. A book filled with images of strong, beautiful women. And their stories.
I have no idea how it’s going to work, just that it will.
What I need from my friends is – volunteers. Models who want to be part of the project. To reveal their skin and their soul so that other women can be made stronger by it. I might need later – advice, referrals, money, etc. But right now I need models. So, if you are so inclined, or know someone who might be – send me an email.
A few days ago I made senior pictures for Tess, and during that session she confided in me that she suffered from a disorder called Trichotillomania, or TTM. Because of that she sometimes had an uncontrollable urge to pull her hair out. She also told me she had found a way conquer it.
When she told me what that was, I advised her that if she desired to show that publicly, I’d be glad to help her. What follows is some images made today – one day after she told Trichotillomania that it was not going to be in control of her any more…
Much love to Tess for deciding to not only tackle Trichotillomania head on (no pun intended) but also for allowing me to share it publicly here, proving that through strength and a world of other things most of us know nothing about, even without hair, a woman can still be a beautiful Work of Art.
Grace visited my studio a couple of Sundays ago, and I asked her to be en pointe – which apparently was something she hadn’t done in about 4 years. It was clear from the moment she entered the studio that her talent is a force to be reckoned with. Some of the images that follow are pure dance technique (as approved by Grace) and some are just captures of her being a – work of art.