This past Sunday, 18,000 people bared all and had their picture taken en mass on the main square in Mexico City by famed photographer, Spencer Tunick. According to the Associated Press, the huge naked spectacle was comprised of "Men and women from a broad cross-section of ages and social classes."
I’m certainly not a proponent of public nudity and see this event as just another example of the corruption of man. When we cease to even be shy about our own nakedness, we truly have degenerated further from the reality that hit Adam and Eve in the garden.
As an artist and photographer myself, I understand that one of the primary purposes of ‘art’ is to invoke a response in the mind of the viewer. Our media-cluttered society is causing people to become numb to the barrage of images that constantly assails them. As such, artists feel like they have to constantly ‘push the envelope’ in order to obtain the desired contemplations and reactions. This is the scourge of the artist in our society today. It is the curse of Hollywood and the cause of the filth that increasingly perpetuates itself on our television and movie screens.
The images of Sunday’s photo shoot have popped up all over the web. These versions are typically shown from a distance so as to not reveal specific individual nudity. They simply present a mass of bodies standing, crouching and lying together in a public expanse. As such, the photos themselves don’t bring as much offense as the thought of what it all signifies.
As I saw the thousands of people, representing different levels of poverty and affluence, I thought of the individualities and commonalities. Each person that participated was stripped down of the things we typically use to identify and categorize. They were all there anonymously in a shared state of awkwardness and vulnerability. But each person also represented a book of unique chapters, unseen and un-interpretable with the covers removed. Visible yet invisible.

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