Introduction

     I was ashamed for a very long time, which is perhaps unusual for a man. Not out of false modesty, but really – physically and internally. There was something withdrawn inside me, as if my body had learned to hide before it even realized that someone was watching it. I remember how uncomfortable I felt when changing clothes for gym class or in the shower at a public swimming pool (lockable changing rooms were not standard in my youth). Going to the sauna? Unthinkable! My mind kept telling me, "You can't! It's inappropriate!" I was embarrassed when someone even mentioned nudity. 
    As the years passed, my attitudes changed too. I no longer have a problem at the swimming pool. And I absolutely love the sauna!

   I honestly admit that despite everything, I still have a lot of shyness and timidity left in me today.
But something inside me refuses to give up.
Not out of a desire for provocation, but out of deep curiosity.
It's not a question of "why is nudity banned?" but rather: "When did it become a problem in the first place?"

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                            When did we start feeling shame about the human body?
   Really, when? And who, and by what right, determined which parts of the body were not allowed to be seen? Why the ones without which none of us would be here?
These questions still haunt me today.
Not as a theoretical topic, but as something I feel under my skin.
The Bible says that man began to feel ashamed only after the fall – only when he realized that he was naked and discovered that it was supposedly not right. And so he covered himself. Since then, we have all covered ourselves. With clothes, speech, attitude, smile.

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                                      The body is not a sin: nudity without judgment

     I draw nudes to return to a time before the fall— not to a historical era, but to a state of mind, where the body is just what it is –a space of being, not an object of evaluation.

It is not about sexuality.

It is not even about rebellion.

It is about a silent attempt to close the distance between a person and their own nature.

     

     When I draw a naked figure, I do not feel shame.

I feel humility. Because the body bears traces of everything: pain, joy, childbirth, loneliness, movement, aging, desire. It has everything. And at the same time, it doesn’t need to prove anything. 

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                                    Why i prefer drawing nudes over clothed figures
     Clothing – no matter how beautiful – is always a certain sign.
It tells something about status, time, mood, intention. Over the ages, humanity has elevated clothing to social prestige. The more expensive the brand of a suit or dress, the more respect a person gains.
But I am interested in what remains when the clothes disappear. When a person is just a body with an immortal soul. 

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                                          A world without shame: art that sees the body as it is
    My site is not a gallery for sensationalism.
It is a space for people who are not afraid to look the body in the eye – in its simplicity, beauty, fragility.
For people who are not looking for shock, but peace.
For those who want to return for a moment to a world where no one hides from anyone.
To a world where we have not yet known the word “inappropriate”.
Where nudity was neither an insult nor an attraction, but simply a state of nature. 

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                                      Opening the door to acceptance through art
     I don't know if we will ever be able to completely get rid of shame.
But with drawing I can at least open the door to a space where it is possible.
Where we are human – not because of what we wear, but because of what we carry within us.

 

   

If you've read this far, thank you for your patience.

Whether you choose to enter my world is up to you.
If you do, walk not just with open eyes—but with an open heart.

Maybe you'll find a piece of yourself in this world.

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                                                                                                                                     Sincerely, Pete.