There I was, getting all hot and bothered, feeling the steam pouring out my ears. I was mad. I was getting ready to come on here and start blasting a certain social networking site over its infantile and untenable policy of banning pictures of women who are breastfeeding their children, or even pregnant women who’ve had body paint applied.
I had some good stuff, too.
But I got sidetracked. (I know. Imagine that. Me sidetracked. Tangential? What’s that?) I got sidetracked doing some research for the piece. (Again. I know. Who would have ever thought I was the sort of dude to do research? Well, let me tell you something, dude, I do a lot of research. I research a ton of stuff, as long as it will keep me from doing the work I’m supposed to be doing.)
What happened was that I went to a site of a person who does body painting for pregnant females who want to capture a unique look into a very special time in their lives. And it was magnificent.
This, dudes, is art. I don’t care it’s stuff drawn on a nekkid woman. I’m telling you, it’s art on par with most anything hanging in your local museum, and the fact that the canvas is the skin of a pregnant woman only makes it more amazing. The photographs and the paintings are by artist/photographer Vanessa Wayne in the UK. She’s amazingly good. I mean, take a look.
See? There’s the image of a baby giraffe nuzzling his/her mother and it’s on the distended, pregnant belly of a woman who’s also holding inside her a brand-new life. That’s art.
Of course, Ms. Wayne also offers some pictures with an amazing sense of fun. And even some pictures that are perfectly timed for various holidays.
Not sure I’d recommend that every pregnant couple do this sort of thing, but I think you all might like to at least consider it. One of my absolute favorite pictures of my wife, known to me as She Who Must Be Given Preferential Screening At Airports (Don’t Ask), is the one she took while many months pregnant.
It’s a glorious shot. Her long auburn hair cascades down over her shoulder, leading the eye over her rounded belly. Her eyes gaze in adoration at the baby-to-be locked within. The sense of love and connectedness is palpable. It’s a picture and memory I’ll always treasure. If only we’d heard of this body painting stuff back then.
Of course, I probably would have spoiled it by trying to have her put a cartoon character or something like that on her belly.
This, dudes, is art. So why won’t that certain social networking site, the name of which I can’t mention, (Don’t ask. It’s boring.) put this sort of stuff up on it’s pages? Darn good question.