The nude figure is mainly a tradition in Western art, and has been used to express ideals of male and female beauty and other human qualities. It was a central preoccupation of Ancient Greek art, and after a semi-dormant period in the Middle Ages returned to a central position in Western art with the Renaissance. Athletes, dancers, and warriors are depicted to express human energy and life, and nudes in various poses may express basic or complex emotions such as pathos. In one sense, a nude is a work of fine art that has as its primary subject the unclothed human body, forming a subject genre of art, in the same way as landscapes and still life. Unclothed figures often also play a part in other types of art, such as history painting, including allegorical and religious art, portraiture, or the decorative arts.
While there is no single definition of fine art, there are certain generally accepted features of most definitions. In the fine arts, the subject is not merely copied from nature, but transformed by the artist into an aesthetic object, usually without significant utilitarian, commercial (advertising, illustration), or purely decorative purposes. There is also a judgement of taste; the fine art nude being part of high culture rather than middle brow or low culture. However, judgements of taste in art are not entirely subjective, but include criteria of skill and craftsmanship in the creation of objects, communication of complex and non-trivial messages, and creativity. Some works accepted as high culture of the past, including much Academic art, are now seen as imitative or sentimental otherwise known as kitsch.
The Nude Woman (Italian:La donna nuda) is a 1922 Italian silent drama film directed by Roberto Roberti and starring Francesca Bertini and Angelo Ferrari.
The film's sets were designed by Alfredo Manzi.
She is the star shining at the center of the earth.
She is alive, crying for her children to return.
The bride awaits the promise of the prophets to carry her away.
Born again, the blood of men,
The desert rejoice, blossom as the rose.
She, Israel,
She, Israel,
She is the heart of it all, bride of the lamb,
Start of the fall, her time is at hand.
She is the end, dying;
She is brought back from the sword,
She will arise, destiny,
Then the temple is restored.
Her birth is pain.
To finish her transgression 'til only time remains.
Born in war, bound for deceit,
Weep for your children, weep not for me.
She, Israel,
She, Israel,
She is the heart of it all, bride of the lamb,
Start of the fall, her time is at hand.
O, Israel; O, Israel.