“Now we can look like girls again, I can have my chocolate sundae with my lunch!” – Maureen O’Hara

Famously said by miss O’Hara somewhere around the 1950’s, leaving behind her a few decades of flapper silhouettes reflected in popular image. What followed was a list of voluptuous screen sirens we now all remember and current popular media often refers to as “back then we had real women!” After all, now the war in the western world was over it was time to rebuild.

The world has seen plenty alterations of the feminine form. The past few centuries pay tribute to the whole range; chubby, curvy, stick thin, athletic.
From the laced up Victorian to the 1980’s “feel the burn” athletic ideal. And what about the Rubenesque horn of plenty notion in a time of overall poverty, compared to the decadent “if there’s enough wealth to feed us all, let the desirable be unbearable thin!” heroin chic of the 1990’s.

Truth is, all hypes and trends are just a distraction and have us chasing after what is hard to come by and making the things that come so natural to us seem as unwanted or boring. What a joke!

But… This is where art enters.

What touches me so very much in art, is that it has, through the test of time, almost continuously sang praise to the undoctored, natural feminine form.Art, in essence, is forever running around, trying to recreate what nature has done so perfectly.

Barbette is a writer and art gallery owner from The Netherlands