Hey all
i'm Moti from israel. i'm a student of Interactive media and i work in visual arts and bodypainting.
photography is a new way of saying things for me, and i hope you all will understand what i have to say.

In the next paregraph i'll try to explaine some things about myself, women, and the connection betwean us.
i'll be grateful to anyone who reads this:

Every time I'm asked when did I start to draw, I have 2 answers. The first is – since I remember myself. In kindergarten I was sent to gifted children's tests and I know why I didn't pass. Because I haven't answered even one question I was asked, I only wanted to draw, I always used to draw – in kindergarten, in elementary school, in high school. But there were always ones that were better than me in this. Stood out more. I just used to draw a lot.
Somewhere in eighth grade I did my first wall drawing and in eleventh grade a new student arrived to our class… she used to sit beside me in math lessons. We used to talk a lot and I showed her a few drawings of mine. She told me she wanted a wall drawing in her home, so we agreed we'd meet in the Passover holiday and I'll draw it for her. She picked a drawing and in the first day of the holiday I stood at her house. Every day I drew there, every Friday-Saturday, holiday. And every day 6-8-10 hours a day. And the whole time when I was drawing, she used to lie down on the bed facing the wall I drew on and watch.
The drawing took about 3 weeks…
She picked something that was definitely beyond what I could draw at that time. Some fantasy drawing. I've just started with simple Disney characters for children rooms.
Anyway… in the first week of the drawing.. something very strange and special happened to me. That thing changed me and my life completely. And that is my second answer – in eleventh grade I fell in love with a girl and then it all erupted.

In eleventh grade I fell in love with a girl and then it all erupted. But it wasn't that "simple".
In that special day, I drew and she lied on the bed behind me and talked like she used to. After a while I've noticed it became quiet. I turned to her, she fell asleep. And then, I saw something strange and special. That thing, on one hand was very scary, frightening and unexpected. On the other hand, it was like receiving the most pleasant hug there is, that you just don't want it to stop! It, it was like being in love, but so in love that you can't contain all the emotion inside you. So I stood there really shaking.
I think a few minutes. With tears in my eyes. And since then, it's something I see in every woman I look at. But in different levels…
When I look at a woman, I see a color. Actually don’t see… feel, and don’t ask me what does it mean to feel a color. Still can't explain it.
Every woman has her color. It's a color that doesn't change and it gives me a feeling about that girl. Do you know the colors triangle a bit? Do you know what are complement colors?
Red blue and yellow – are the basic colors. Those are colors that "just exist" and you can't get them by mixing colors. Purple green and orange, are the completing colors to the basic colors and they are emerged by mixing the basic colors. Those are the three colors I see – the complement. When I say that a woman has an orange color… it means that there are lots of orange shades, meaning that different women can have different shades of orange. Generally, as lighter and brighter a color is, the more attractive it is. Physically and also intellectually.

Most women have orange… let's call it "the usual". Green, is a very rare color, and it gives me a feeling of coolness and distance for some reason. Even though two girls I've known that had green were really amazing!
Purple.. purple is the color I'm most attracted to. Sometimes it's in terms of a weakness. It has nothing to do with appearance, even an old lady can have a purple. I see it long before I inspect the body and the beauty.
Sometimes.. I walk down the street, and a girl passes by and I'm just standing with a fast pulse and I want to approach so much, to say something. But what already can I say? "your purple is stunning"?
Anyway.. can you understand in what kind of a world I live in?
That every woman is a color? Can you understand what a colorful special world?

When I was little, I had no girls as friends. I was quite a shy kid. Not that now I'm not shy, but much less. That girl that I drew on her wall was my first friend. The first girl that had let me in her life. Had let me in meaning she shared them with me. It was amazing. Because it was such a different world from what I've known, so magical. Everything was deeper, surely confusing, but very emotional – in intensities. It was a different world.
A world from a woman's point of view.

I could sit and listen to her for hours, to drink with lust every word that came out of her mouth.
One of the first things she shared with me, was her sex life. You know, 17 years old adolescents… and she said something that surprised me, that I didn't know. "Guys don't do it well". So like a good boy, I sat and listened.
Slowly, as I started to have more girls as my friends… they also said the same thing. So I said to myself – I don't want to be like that.


Let me ask you a question
Suppose a young boy, that lays first time with a girl… how does he know what to do?

Friends?
The little fellow's friends know more than he does? And every one adds as he sees fit from his own fantasies.

Movies?
In a porn movie, the man isn't approaching to the girl yet that she's already all wet and groaning. We know that in reality it's really not like that. And when does a scene end? When the man cums… so it's no wonder that women complain that men cum and turn around.

There are millions of men that live in the illusion that if they enjoy sex, the woman enjoys it too. I've reached a conclusion that having sex with a woman is 90% understanding and the rest is doing.
Sex, is like a conversation. There are ones that like to be heard. They talk loud or even shout, trying to convince everyone that they're right. There are ones that sit in the side, not talking, taken by fear and feelings of inferiority. There are people that sit, listen peacefully, think and then react. This is the way of good sex. The body has a language.
When I'm with a woman.. every breath, every stretching of a muscle says something. The look in her eyes.

When I was in high school, I've made a decision. I won't be like those men. And so it was
I've said to myself, I won't lay with a woman, until I feel I'm able to satisfy her. Until the army, in the age of 19 and a bit.
Although all those girls I've talked to haven't taught me what I need to do, they taught well what I shouldn't do
And that was enough to make the necessary conclusions.

In the army, I served in the "Kiria". At the beginning of my service I was a weaponeer, and every day in the "Kiria" – 40 female guards, It was the most productive period in the aspect of my drawings that I've ever had. One girl became my friend and we used to talk a lot, she also knew that I'm a virgin. She really wanted me to draw her. So we agreed one evening that she'd come over. We sat and talked, drank coffee, talked some more, and more coffee, then we said – Come on, lets draw.
She took off her clothes, a thing that I was already "used to", laid down on my bed. I got up, took my sketch block, pencil and eraser and sat on the chair facing her. Suddenly she shouted at me:
What are you doing??????
And I'm all scared, I'd never harm a woman… I don't understand what does she want?!
Told her – I'm.. umm.. drawing you? And she answered :
No no, first sex. Then drawing!!
And at that moment.. I felt.. ready. So I sat beside her on the bed, all embarrassed with a silly smile on my face. She was a very experienced girl, she had a stunning body. A huge standing bust, she was very impressive. After my brain got more or less paralyzed, she told me stop smiling! Took my hand and placed it on her breasts and kissed me. Slowly, until I felt more loose. And it was amazing. It… it was more than amazing! I felt it's an… honor.
Yes, honor.
A woman, lets me see her that way. Lets me touch her in every place in her body, lets me in her most intimate places – in her body and also maybe in her soul. Isn't that an honor?
And to see a woman, twisting from pleasure in my hands, it was amazing! To know that I, can excite a woman like that…
I was in heaven.
She came twice that evening, I haven't even once and I didn't care about it at all. Because my satisfaction was much beyond that, it was mental, emotional. I felt I succeed, that I'm not like those other men. That I, do know how to touch a woman.
Then she fell asleep and I drew her.
When she woke up, she asked why did I scam her? Meaning, why did I say that I was a virgin. So I said – I really was a virgin. She asked, so how did you know to do all the things you did? And I answered… you told me. And it really was true
I just, made initial contact through feeling, searched for a reaction and when it occurred, I stayed there. I listened to her body.

That way, a pretty interesting period began. I've started to know more women, there were also a lot of flings. The sex itself was enjoyable and exciting, but for me it was always beyond that. I never had a "quickie", it was always… like a ritual
For hours. There's so much to do, so much to invest in a woman. To study her, to prepare her and that's what always amazed me. This… honor I was talking about. The beauty in an excited woman in your hands. That you go down on someone and she closes her legs on you like she wants to swallow all of you to her inside. It's just amazing! I think the only word to describe this is divinity. It is a barely used word but… Divinity.

When people see drawings or photographs of mine I'm always asked – why nudity? And that also has an answer. There are people, that treat a body as something impure, something forbidden, that needs to be hidden. I see in a body something clean. Pure, sacred!
A woman for me, Is the most beautiful thing that exists. When god made the world, she sealed the creation with a woman. The last thing she had to create so that the world will reach to perfection. And as such a creation , that was made naked… I see in the body the best of god's creation.

Let's say I draw you.
If I draw you, in clothes of a nun, or in leather clothes and a whip, or in a soldier uniform, high school student outfit, mini skirt and fishnet tights, heavy makeup, every time you're a different woman. People see nudity as exposure, I claim otherwise. When you are dressed, it is possible to obtain a lot of information. People build a whole world around you by your clothing. It's possible to know global location, religion, financial status, profession and a whole lot more details.
When you are naked, it's you. And 100 naked women beside you – you are nothing but women. And that's what I want to draw, photograph. You, the woman! It doesn't interest me to draw a fabric, I don’t want to draw the foldings, the texture. I want you.
I don't want to draw your beautiful g-string, or your stunning bra that you bought a week ago. Not the shape of your jeans or the shape of your dress that looks awesome on you. I want a woman. Pure, clean and amazing like what only god knew to create.
That's why nudity…

And about that, about that I dream at night about that I think during the day. That's what I want to draw. That's what I want to photograph when I photograph a girl. I want to show what is a woman to me.

My art website:
http://www.woman-art.com

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