Consumed once again.....Vulnerable and Lost in her naked Body Drawing

I love the idea of imperfection. Imperfection 1 imperfectness 2 fault, blemish 1 deficiency, inadequacy, incompleteness 2 blemish, defect, deficiency, error, failing, fault, flaw, foible, frailty, infirmity, peccadillo, shortcoming,weakness. John Ruskin wrote 'imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know of life. It is the sign of life in a mortal body, that is to say, of a state of progress and change. Nothing that lives is, or can be, rigidly perfect; part of it is decaying, part nascent........ And in all things that live there are certain irregularities and deficiencies which are not only signs of life, but sources of beauty. No human face is exactly the same in its lines on each side, no leaf perfect in its lobes, no branch in its symmetry. All admit irregularity as they imply change; and to banish imperfection is to destroy expression, to check exertion, to paralyze vitality. All things are literally better, lovelier, and more beloved for the imperfections which have been divinely appointed, that the law of human life may be Effort, and the law of human judgment, Mercy'. This was my moment of clarity. Reading this quote allowed me to let go and not have pre-conceived ideas of what is expected as an artist. It also forced me to regard beauty in a different way, seeing it in new forms and new places. My Art is imperfect. My body imperfect. My life.... I love to play around with my art and use my own naked body to project images, poses, feelings, thoughts onto the canvas. I love to lose myself to art. I use it as an escape from the everyday 9-5. My art allows me to become someone different, someone that is looser, more passionate, not as reserved. Music is a major stimulus and with the volume turned up and the outside world shut out I am free to let go, embrace my imperfections and create. I like to think that people can see a piece of me, look at my art and feel the same things that I feel. I hope that my art provides a window into my true inner self. It's up to you whether you choose to catch a glimpse from across the street or press your nose against the glass for a closer look! (Emma Visca Art Work) Follow me on Twitter