I am a fan of artistic nude photography when it is used right. It is a superb tool to show emotions, beauty, vulnerability, disgrace and so much more.

But I do not know if I will add anymore or keep on this gallery the more explicit nudes.

I believe that when the naked form is used in art it has to be used right and it has to add something to the meaning or beauty or if in the style of Nadav Kander explaining the beauty is nothing then the lack of.

It is not because of the quality of my work, but the amount of bad attention that my work gets. The amount of photos that are someone taking a rude photo of themselves with little or no regard for art and then uploading them.

Also the speed of content added to dA means that an artistic nude photo will be on the front few pages of browse for a very short time. But it will remain in the first few pages of the nude section.

Due to the amount of photos explained above in the listings I often click on the popular tab. I am guessing that is like many other art appreciators. So someone at the level I am their work gets very little exposure to it's desired audience.

I smile when I see my number of messages have jumped to a considerably higher number shortly after uploading what I see as an extremely expressive and some what beautiful photo. But to find that the same people that have given you your favourites have also favourited a fuzzy out of focus photo of an erect penis that was taken by the same person with the said erection is some what disheartening.

All of the photos I put on this website mean alot to me. I only put on the very best in my own opinion of what I take. But if the work is receipted like it has been I will then become choosy of which I allow this audience to see. I do not want to censor my work in this way though.

At the end of this there is no conclusion, just a strange empty epilouge explaining there in words greater than my own;

"I have of late,--wherefore I know not,--lost all my mirth, and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither."