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Apr 23, 2010 20:35

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mazaher April 24 2010, 09:20:53 UTC
Oh, he's beautiful. A meditating demon in jeans. His arms and threaded fingers trace the edge of an empty space where the slender, dark-and-light, erect form of the girl (you?) would fit exactly in an embrace. His arms are held still by the position he's taken, hers are free and moving, but not doing something recognizable yet. I can't distinguish the fingers. His background is the sky (dawn? sunset?), hers a carpet of flowers, or a bush (lilac? magnolia?). Sky and earth, both rose-colored like the last-but-one step in the opus of alchemy. A spark is going to shoot when they'll touch. Will it be the first ray of the rising sun?
I wait for your epic.

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mazaher April 24 2010, 13:01:48 UTC
I am watching these two again, and they remind me of a song by Mercedes Lackey, "Advice to Young Magicians", at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WaJGdw7vexc
(I guess it may as well be called "Advice to Young Half-Vulcans").
Maybe they both are "you"

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darstellen April 24 2010, 11:56:02 UTC
Wow. These both have left me speechless. I love the crystalline structure of fabric and landscape in the first image, the disproportionate, massive scale of the arms and how they shape together a hole, a heart. The directedness of the gaze into a sunrise/sunset also fascinates.

The second image is wonderfully textural. I can't tell if this is collage or watercolour but it leaves the impression of a massive weight, of flowers almost about to swallow the beautiful, ghost-like girl with the enigmatic smile. Is she waving goodbye? gesturing one to come nearer, into the foliage?

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darstellen April 24 2010, 14:05:16 UTC
Can't get these two images out of my mind.

The way I see it, they represent two different ecologies of creator/created. In the first instance, the creator looms over his landscape, pensive, all-seeing, demonic, alone. In the second instance, the creation looms over the creator both in mass and in sheer colour poetry, yet both are intricately entwined, a shared mystery.

I'm not very skilled at analysing visual art, but these speak to me, urging me to think in new, possibly paradox directions.

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