Exotic Lap Dancing Paintings, Offended? Why? pt. two

"Well, well... well," he sputtered and spun. He then looked at me as if to ask for help in answering my own question.

"There is 'nothing' there to see, what IS IT that you think you are seeing," I said finally.

He could not answer. I could have helped him along I guess. I could have told him that what he feared was the 'emotion' of sex. He also could have admitted it. We could have talked about it in a grown up and sensible way. That is of course what it was. He feared the emotion that showed on the woman's face.

Why? What is it that he feared so much? Did he think a child would have understood the 'look' on the woman's face? Was it that people going into the Christian book store had never had that look on their own face? Or was it that he feared the look was not allowed on his?

I only offer food for thought because we should all understand 'why' we feel embarrassed or opinionated about what we say we object to.

If you have never read and followed through with the lessons in the book, "How To Think Like Leonardo da Vinci, you should. We should all take the time to know why we think the way we do and how to back up those feelings no matter what they are. Understand yourself.

If you are a very conservative person who is reading this right now, I know you are thinking I have missed what feels obvious to you. I don't. I do understand that sometimes it is not the place or time for some things. But I also censor back the belief that some things are in fact normal and not to be feared. We fear what is inside our own heads and hearts sometimes. I only say we need to know why. Why is not a dirty word.

Granted, perhaps the mall was not the best place to finish up the work needed on my somewhat erotic painting. I concur. Yet it is still funny to me to this day that nothing was showing, it was all just about a look on the woman's face.

I do paint paintings that most assuredly will never find their way into the local mall, fantasy art of exotic women. Exotic lap dancers and visions of pole dancers and looks that would make that man in the mall go crazy. I have to question it to this day, not whether they should be in a mall or not, but their right to exist and my freedom to paint them in this ever so censored society.