Be safe out there and love one another!
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At a small mountain-town holiday festival this past weekend, I had the pleasure of meeting acclaimed sculptor, Adam Schultz, who was offering a demonstration on his latest piece-in-process, ‘Octopus Princess’, at a local gallery there. After having shared online correspondence only, it was nice for he and I to finally meet face-to-face and discuss life, love, art and our mutual zaftig philosophy.
I first became familiar with Adam’s bronze Goddess Series earlier this year, when I visited Stoneheart Gallery for a group show titled “Every Body’s Beautiful,” showcasing the diversity of body types through various art mediums. I immediately fell in love with ‘Olive’, whose smile, relaxed pose and candid demeanor quickly captured my heart.
At the time, I appreciated ‘Olive’ to be zaftig whimsy at its finest, however, the Enchanted Zaftig concept had not fully formed in my mind yet.
It wasn’t until many months later that I became re-aquainted with Adam’s work, when he joined the Enchanted Zaftig Facebook page. Sifting through his photos, I was delighted to see that he was the creator of ‘Olive’ ~ and countless other pieces which are equally resplendent in their voluptuous beauty.
Adam and I share a sympatico philosophy: uplift the zaftig form while bringing awareness to the world.
“Artwork is one of the best ways I know of to help raise consciousness and change the world. I figure that the more size-positive images of people we get out there, the sooner people will start to realize that there is more beauty to be seen in people everywhere than the one, narrow definition of ‘beautiful’ the media has been feeding us the past 80 years or so.”
“My dream is to install a large-scale, celebratory and beautifully abundant sculpture, wrought in bronze, in every country on the planet.”
I would love to see that dream come to fruition. Art really does carry the power to change people’s perceptions. Wouldn’t it be great to have the message be a positive one?
Adam’s latest creation, ‘Octopus Princess, will take a bit of a turn from his usual ladies in the Goddess collection; she will encompass both beauty and a sense of eeriness ~ a woman-beast, shrouded in mystery and sensuality. I wish I had taken a photo of her backside, because the octopus’ eyes are cleverly planted on her curvaceous derriere. I look forward to seeing the final piece once it has been cast.
Be sure to check back, or visit the Enchanted Zaftig Facebook page, to see the sculpture when it is complete.
You can view other works by Adam, including non-zaftig bronze and stone sculptures, by visiting his website:
Also be sure to visit:
“The reason you don’t see a good representation of full-figured women on our website or in our studio is because, more often than not, those women won’t give us permission to do so […] and they are the very subjects who look the best in boudoir photographs.”
~ Melissa Lazar, deBoudoir, LLC
How unfortunate to experience a moment of liberation and beauty and yet be too embarrassed to share the results! Zaftig ladies, why not allow your captured moment to be shared with other women who might, as a result, feel uplifted by your show of courage? Or, better yet, be inspired themselves to shed their hesitations, slip into something cute and sexy and embrace their femininity for an afternoon ~ or for an eternity, even?
This is why, when asked by Melissa while perusing my portfolio if I would give deBoudoir permission to use some of my photos on their website, I replied with an exuberant, “YES!” Because if there is even a slight chance that I might inspire women of size while simultaneously breaking down societal walls of prejudice and shame, then by all means… let me contribute!
(On a side note: As of yet, I do not have the bulk of photos from this shoot, but as soon as they are available to me, I will post more. So stay tuned!)
For the man who purports to adore you
Who worships and reveres you and touches you in the darkness
But hesitates to proclaim his affection for you in the daylight.
For you are worth far more than that, Beautiful One.
… You are worth the moon and the stars and an entire symphony of song
You are worth the adoration of a man who will delight in your presence
Fully and completely, without reservation.
You are worth LOVE.
©2011 Enchanted Zaftig
Lately, I have been blessed with unexpected opportunities to connect with several amazing zaftig artists.
Juan Alcantara, creator of the provocative and lovely “Bottoms Up (Reprised)” painting which decorates the header of my blog here, recently connected with me via the internet. I’ve since had the great pleasure of corresponding with him and viewing more of his work, which I am delighted to share with you.
For further examples of Juan’s work, including non-zaftig illustrations and paintings, visit Juan Alcantara.
Here is a poem for the season ~ like a zaftig ode to Autumn: bountiful, curvaceous, round, pumpkiny. A succulent feast!
by Lesleigh Owen © 2006
Autumn’s smooth, puffy bronze cheeks,
salty sweet chin
Gently creaking sounds of awakening,
Bones groaning like the cracking
of a rusty cellar door,
Autumn, with her dusty-wheat-scented breaths,
whose round, curving, gently drooping body
polishes the world into
smooth, gray contours
like newly-discovered amber
with never-popped air bubbles,
warm the room like vanilla-scented candlelight
as she envelops the world in her
spicy rolls of flesh
Summer’s not the time for me:
Sunlight that casts angular shadows in wide-open mouths
No more feeling the scrape of sand
sloughing over my dense curves,
trying to whittle down my folds of flesh
into smooth, plastic expanses of cookie cutter skin
No more poppy-scented laughs
that chime like dissonant dinner bells
and abrade my delicate ears
Bright white light
Take away my sight
Thin, hungry, sweaty bodies,
arms shaking, smiles flaking, biceps quaking
Frozen in flashes of sunlight on teeth
False idols of perfection
that die before they can ever
live a full-bodied life
Autumn, that sweet, round, wise, dangerous old woman
arrives slyly in her orange, Cinderella-like pumpkin –
as round and majestic as people –
tossing dried, crackling, russet leaves like confetti or candy:
“Throw me something, grandmother!”
Autumn: Happy, crisp, nutmeg, rounded season
My mouth opens and closes in happy little O’s
over words like “orange” and “clove,”
circular, bouncing words,
round, rich, and warm.
Leaves bend and snap beneath my ponderous weight
while the scent of earth weaves like cinnamon
through my sinuses.
Yawning, indolent light puffs gently through
twisted branches and desiccated leaves,
shining golden orange
like heaps of buttered, cinnamon-scented, steaming mashed yams
or lightly-oiled strings of spaghetti squash
Walking this cooling, linear stretch of sidewalk,
I am tempted to bite into the toothy, yellow winds
that crease around my body like well-starched sheets,
to jump high and far,
passing through the low-hanging laundry
snapping in the sky,
jump miles away from all scents of limestone and exhaust,
to throw my gray, woolen poncho over the clouds
and roll in the decaying scent of leaves
that stick to my face
like allspice on a baker’s hands
I can finally breathe beneath this nubby grayness
that stretches like a fluffy headscarf
over the dome of the sky.
Harvest time, time for rest
Shelving our immature dreams
And discovering reverence for plenty
At night, I eat ginger carrot soup for supper
and slurp pumpkin custard from heirloom dishes
My squash-shaped body, –
honored for its softness,
its life-affirming heaviness –
snuggles into the scratchy red blanket
crocheted for me by my mother
while I bounce children and tradition
on my plump, arthritic knees
and sip cocoa and warm candlelight.
Fatness and autumn:
Round, pumpkiny, bountiful:
A sensual feast
Fatness and autumn, –
lush and earth-scented as mounds of warm flesh –
dance together in gentle spirals
like leaves in a windstorm
Come evening time, Autumn and I sit
like old friends,
cackling on the front porch,
bellies bouncing together
while heavy, purple mugs of chamomile tea
warm our loving, generous,