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Corinna, the love of the poet Ovidius, oil on canvas painting

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Corinna, the muse of the roman poet Ovidius, oil on canvas painting

Corinna, the muse of the roman poet Ovidius, oil on canvas painting

This is my oil on canvas painting of Corinna, the woman who has inspired the roman poet Ovidius. I don’t know if Corinna was a real woman or a creation of the poet’s mind. I painted her the way she is described in Amores, Book 1, Elegy 5:

 Book I Elegy V: Corinna in an Afternoon

 

 

It was hot, and the noon hour had gone by:

I was relaxed, limbs spread in the midst of the bed.

One half of the window was open, the other closed:

the light was just as it often is in the woods,

it glimmered like Phoebus dying at twilight,

or when night goes, but day has still not risen.

Such a light as is offered to modest girls,

whose timid shyness hopes for a refuge.

Behold Corinna comes, hidden by her loose slip,

scattered hair covering her white throat –

like the famous Semiramis going to her bed,

one might say, or Lais loved by many men.

I pulled her slip away –not harming its thinness much;

yet she still struggled to be covered by that slip.

While she would struggle so, it was as if she could not win,

yielding, she was effortlessly conquered.

When she stood before my eyes, the clothing set aside,

there was never a flaw in all her body.

What shoulders, what arms, I saw and touched!

Breasts formed as if they were made for pressing!

How flat the belly beneath the slender waist!

What flanks, what form! What young thighs!

Why recall each aspect? I saw nothing lacking praise

and I hugged her naked body against mine.

Who doesn’t know the story? Weary we both rested.

May such afternoons often come for me!

It is not about the drawing it’s about the feeling

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My newest painting

A fantasy, tempera painting

I’ve made almost 4000 drawings and paintings since the year 2000. Some are better, some are just simple fast sketches but I keep them all be cause for me these are more than just drawings, these are containing my feelings like the files of a diary .

Even if they are far from beeing masterpieces, my old drawings, the drawings I’ve made when I was 14, 15, 16 or 17, are special to me be cause the keep inside the feelings I had when I’ve made the, that strong desire to love and be loved, the image of the woman I’ve always wanted to have next to me, the love I could only dream of be cause I could never have.

Even if they are anatomically wrong and not aesthetic and artistic these drawings mean so much to me because in this drawings there is the woman I’ve always wanted to love. If she was real I would love her forever and she would mean everything to me.  I’ve made these drawings when I was a lonely teenager. When I was in high school my art was all I had. I Had no one to talk to, no one to understand me, no one to love me and I’ve never had the courage to talk about my feelings because people would judge me.  Here in Romania people are very intolerant and if the have to choose between a criminal, a schizophrenic or someone like me, they choose the criminal or the schizophrenic. Here in Romania people are influenced by the orthodox religion that teaches them to be misogyny and homophobic and by the years 2000, 2001, 2002 and 2003 the intolerance was bigger than now  I was the girl who used to draw naked women and reject all the boys in high school and that’s why girls were avoiding me and boys were bulling me all the time. No one knew what was in my soul by that time.

If you lokk at this drawing you can realise ho much I wish I had this woman I always draw next to me, to love her and be loved by her and how much I suffered because I had to live alone hiding the pain inside.