Andy Golub is a world renowned artist specializing in public art and body art. His public performances have changed nudity laws in New York City and opened the doors for free expression for many other artists. Golub's body art is both interactive and spontaneous. He does not objectify his models, but relies on a spiritual connection between artist and model for inspiration, revealing an inner truth through his art.
From the smallest detail in an image, we can learn so much about the time in which it was created. Are they tanned? If not, then, at that particular time in European History, it was not considered desirable or particularly cool to work outside on the land… pale skin was a sign of wealth. Then, as a society, we have become more diverse, body characteristics not usually found in White Europeans are now our standard of beauty. Yet one thing that is much harder to gauge is - how women at the time felt about themselves.
I knew I had hit a new low when I found myself in the middle of Times Square with my dick hard, leering over the thick, sweaty shoulder of an odiferous middle-aged pervert. I was caught in a gathering of sleazedicks circled around painter Andy Golub as he smeared vibrant colors on the pasty, yet supple buttcheeks of a year-old naturist who goes by the name Felicity Jones. Felicity was the youngest of the four females and a sole male model who were having their naughty bits covered in paint. The crowd that gathered was a mixture of passing tourists who stopped to gawk at the freaks of New York City, little boys and girls who crawled through legs trying to get their first glimpse of some cooze, and the middle-aged men with cameras who follow Andy all over the city to watch and photograph these performances. This last group was extremely creepy and I wondered if they knew there were easier ways to see naked women.