Painting: WIND NYMPH

To honor Mother's day, I thought I'll do a quick sketch of a "nude". Not the usual nude lying or reclining on this and that draped with a little of this and that or draped with nothing at all sensually showing a rounded body, fleshy body, bony body, pink body, red body, black body, white body, brown body, yellow body, but a nude showing not so much the sensuality that nudes do but rather showing strength, soft strength. The kind of inner generic strength that's non-intimidating, the "where-did-that-come-from" kind of strength, the kind of strength that comes when you need it most but didn't expect it. The kind of strength that makes the wind work with you when you're running against it. The kind of strength that makes friends out of enemies. It's the strength to survive because despite progress in women's rights there are still women and girls in this world being traded into slavery, married to be slaves and hired to be underpaid. On this day, Mother's day, we honor that strength. The strength that raises and nurtures the family, holds it together and by that holds the world together. And she races on, she started it after all, you know, the human race.