few millennia ago, Greek sculptor Policleto to be exact, came up with a canon of beauty that was implemented by first time in his sculpture the Doryphoros, and this canon of seven heads could never imagine that harmonized, the Greeks thought that the more beautiful it was a body most like God.
brooded Later Roman men sana in corpore sano and along art history, time and life, the aesthetic has changed diametrically, but Rubens and Venus see today would be grass-cellulite products.
was immersed in the aquarium or plastic age, our benchmarks of beauty have icons like Pamela Sue Anderson and Vicky Beckham, Venus retreaded, intended to transform all exact clones instead of asking soma, we Silicone brave new world.
Of course everyone is very owns what and making her a frock coat, and I have nothing against reconstructive surgery and advances in science. However, I worry about the hammer or the systematic brainwashing and image to which we must respond to be accepted and loved. Girls
fourteen mothers pressure their operation breasts or lips or buttocks, or ... Forty women inject Botox, or stretch their skin until they are left with a frightened expression, papery, the wrinkle is beautiful and deny their joy and their sadness at any cheap brothel in the hands of any unscrupulous whether medical or not. Not before starving or succumbing to the clutches of anorexia, depression, death.
I advocate the era of personality and is accepted as one, taking into account that respond to a physical type since we are ectomorph, endomorphs and mesomorphic and our psyche is linked to these characteristics.
healthy mind in healthy body even with a few kilos or more crow's feet. Beauty is also a matter of subjective taste, not only reside in a body more or less disturbing, makeup and clothing are miracles, also resides in a bright smile, a caressing voice and fro look especially tempting and sincere personality, kind sensitive and intelligent, simplicity or paradox.
Maybe I live in an era of naivete, naivety, and I forgot that it is better to have to be.
The first time I saw the work of artist Jenny Saville I was so shocked, so upset and so excited that I set to find out more about his works and biography. Saville, his pictures: Huge mountains of meat that are revealed in a violent and tumultuous history of bodily injury open. The anatomy of your face that plasma does not like, and are his exact words, "because it brings out something from within." She is her own model, your body is an object. Jenny moves us like a child facing an adult on a pittance of humanity. Not interested in beauty admired or idealized, prefers his own bold vision, carnal, visceral to judge ourselves.
Saville tells the dichotomy the modus operandi of the woman of our time between breast cancer and cosmetic products to achieve the elixir of eternal youth, neurosis.
Jenny Saville, for, it, against, "the landscapes of the body
canon Polykleitos Works and Portrait of Jenny Saville.
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