Go to a museum. It will be full of T&A and nude women. This is called life, it's the way art has always been Art's one thing. A woman spread-eagle with her crotch in yer face ain't art, sorry. That's some schmuck whacking off over the hot babe pic he just made. We use this term "artist" as though everyone who picks up a mouse is an artist, and that just ain't so, folks. Sorry. Fully a third of the images in the Poser gallery are interesting sketches and first-drafts, but they ain't art. Art's more than just an interesting arrangement of broadswords and boobs; it has to communicate something. Otherwise, it's just the "artist" sitting in a corner whacking away and expecting everyone to notice. Yeah, that's harsh, but so is life. Right around the corner from me are no less than four art galleries, and I get to see what passes for "art" on a regular basis. Know what? It might look nice over the sofa, but it ain't art. And most of the stuff we have here? It might look nice when it's 3AM and you didn't score with the chicks in the bar, but it ain't art.