Fading

He complained about the photograph in yesterday's post.

"You didn't illustrate your story."

Here is the photo I should have posted yesterday. This is a photo from 1975. Like the body, the photograph is decomposing, oxidizing, disappearing. It is the way of things. It is why we try to make art. This was my girlfriend then. I look at the photograph and remember much. I remember being young, I think. I remember what fun it was, everything, including getting naked and running around. Nakedness was our inheritance, it was our birthright and our treasure. There was a sexual revolution. I took lots of pictures of naked people then. I was naked a lot myself, too.

We should be naked when we are young. We are truly beautiful and there is no shame in it. Maybe we should be naked more as we get older, too. In America, I mean. The beaches of Europe are full of naked people, young and old. It is healthier, I think, than watching pictures fade like memories, like flesh.