Naked Fur

Her lower arm hidden away, showing but a part of the elbow. Speculative minds would call it inappropriate, obscene even, but I think it was more a gesture of humility, a discreetness one encounters rarely these days. It might be because of its rarity thus that it is misinterpreted so often, either way I don’t think it deserves such labels.

I think the idea, the implied image, is not meant to offend the onlooker, rather to liberate her, to free her from established dogmas, ideologies, and/or perspectives. One must take the true definition of vulgarity and barbarism to heart to truly appreciate the image. One must not fall for the watered down version of words that fly about these days; heavy words that once took strength to utter, now, like hot air, rise up almost on their on.

The implied image is not vulgar, and could never be vulgar in a world that has many true examples of vulgarity. It could not stand for an act of true barbarism, as no true barbarian would claim it, or enact it, out of pride. It, the image, if anything, is a testament to mystery, to the idea that no matter how much you’ve seen, or how much you know, you are still mostly unaware. And it is ironic that those who argue that it is vulgar strengthen its statement.

I am a rare case. A man who has been reborn late in his life. I have the life experience of a four-year-old living as a fifty-seven-year old. A rather unique perspective. Yet, I am not alone in my interpretation of this image of naked fur and hidden arms. There are people out there who agree with me, and yet, not as many as I’d like. It is unfortunate that we are dying out. It is unfortunate that those who survive will let vulgarity take over the world, not because they’re in favor of it, but rather because they see it where it couldn’t possibly be.

Truth hangs on a wall, its nakedness hiding nothing, opening our eyes to the infinite mystery of all.

Jakob Lint