Lisa,
My art comes from my many years of seclusion and pain as a young teenage boy. I spent countless hours all alone perfecting my artistic skills as the world passed me by. I worked late into the night, oblivious to the real joys in life. The deeper my pain the more I expressed myself in my art (especially the nudes). I would draw, then cry, and then try to draw again through my tears, I cleaned my paint brushes in the accumulated pool of tears that gathered in my empty cup of unrealized dreams. It was hard enough being a JW boy but when you add in a sensitive artistic soul it...it..(sniff, sniff) it...it's a pain only one of god's special creature could understand. I'm a lonely and private man with the spirit of a wandering minstrel and the expressive soul of a poet. I know life will never allow me to find true love and.......hold on......I need another tissue........ (wipe, sniff, wipe wipe, sniff sniff)..... and I just keep existing,.... that's all I can do.
I do not paint nudes for any sexual pleasure or stimulation but only to express my appreciation for the most beautiful creation by God, that being earthly woman in her simple and totally honest nakedness. Most people do not understand that expression of truth in its ultimate state of purity but only look at me as a perv with a paint brush. They are so wrong! Nudity is a gift from God, if it wasn't, he would have us all stop by The Gap for a nice denim outfit to be born into this world with. I am so misunderstood and so is my art.
Don't feel sorry for me, this is my place in life and I accept it. The only thing that eases even the tiniest bit of pain for me is to do my art. I will be looking at a few more expressions of real women via nudes of all of you JW.com women sent to me via email in a 680 x 460 pixel jpg format. My mail box is open. Remember, .....It's not for me, ....it's for the glory of God's handy work.
I gotta go now, my box of tissues is empty.
God I love you all. (sniff)
Dave