As their bare backs touch the floor, they smile with their whole bodies, stretching their lips from ear to ear and spreading their legs wide open. These women, they are caged inside the crafted, wooden frame, if not eternally. But as we, nothing but curious spectators, lay our wandering eyes on their round-shaped busts, all we can see is freedom.

And that is maybe the truest form of freedom, when you strip layer after layer of lies, of every mask you wear, of every personification of people you think are better than you, of every imaginary projection you create to impress. When you strip naked from mean thoughts of others, and love every inch of you, every wrinkle, every pretty and ugly truth about you, and just be you.

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A short note made after a visit to Don Antonio Blanco Museum. Ubud, Bali, December 23, 2015.