Women Are Art: Eternal Muses
- Julia
- May 15
- 2 min read
"Women are our most miraculous muse, an enchanted intangibility that encourages all art." CeeLo Green
This post contains some artistic depictions of nudity, portrayed through paintings and sculptures.
There has always been something sacred about the way the world looks at Women.
Through the centuries, artists have reached for their brushes, their chisels, their pens, trying to capture the essence of femininity.
And yet, they have never quite succeeded.
Because how can one frame the eternal?
Women have been carved into marble, painted onto canvas, and bound between the pages of poetry.
Always, we are something luminous, something just beyond reach.
The Madonna of Raphael is the very embodiment of grace.
The Venus of Botticelli is not merely a Woman; she is an idea of beauty itself.
Even in the storm of history, when our voices were quieted, our images remained:
Muses, goddesses, saints, and sinners, all immortalized by the hands of men who knew they could never quite understand us but longed to try.
One moment, we radiate joy; the next, we're shadowed by sorrow.
Yet these are not mere fleeting feelings—
they are the mirror of the depth that’s within us.
A depth that might unsettle them, for it is unlike anything they know.
We are woven of something they cannot grasp,
And they will never fully understand, nor ever truly hold us.
And perhaps this is why they have always sought to elevate us, to place us on pedestals:
Not because we asked to be there, but because they could not help it.
Because to them, we are not quite of this earth.
We are too strong and too gentle all at once,
too patient,
too fierce,
too full of something
they do not possess.
We are, in their eyes, a purer form - closer to nature, to intuition, to the divine.
But beyond all the marble statues and beautiful paintings, beyond the idolization, there is a simple truth:
To be a woman is an art in itself.
Every Woman is a living, breathing masterpiece shaped by grace, strength, and divine design.
Whether we create life in our wombs or in the world around us, we hold hands with God in this sacred act.
Our bodies may bear children, or they may be the vessels for dreams, love, and wisdom.
We carry the weight of the world with grace.
And whether history remembers our names or not, we have shaped it in ways no sculpture ever could.
And so, let them paint, let them write, let them dream of us in golden light -
but we are not just the reflections of their longing.
We are the hands that shape,
the voices that call,
the fire that never dims.
We are every whispered prayer,
every unbroken thread.
The very echo of the Women who came before us.
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Images via Unsplash: Denis Oliveira, Boston Public Library, Olga Kalinina, Birmingham Museums Trust, Mary Oloumi, The Cleveland Museum of Art, Art Institute of Chicago, Evan Wise, Tanya Prodaan, Paolo Chiabrando
Don't forget my Darling: you, too, are a work of Art.
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