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She is my winter queen, so beautiful, so distant, so cold, freezing my soul, making me feel so blue. I wish she was not that cold, rejecting me all the time, I wish she was the sun in my life, loving me, bringing the spring into my empty heart. This painting is about what I felt so many times before.
This week there is only one thing I’ve been thinking about: my past and future loves, the woman I want to love, so I’ve made this painting thinking about her, imagining her in a dream universe, holding spheres of water in her hands ( in 0 gravity conditions water tends to form spheres due to the surface tension forces). Dreams can be seen in those water spheres, like images in a crystal ball
Her electric blue eyes looking straight at me make the desire like a rush and I stay almost paralised by this strong emotion in front of her. She is watching me, I am watching her and I feel I fall in love.
Unfortunately she is just an image in a painting my friend Cristina has made last week. I helped her making the face to look more realistic and then Ițve seen in her the love I can only dream of, the love I am not allowed to have in my real life, the love that has a place only in my mind and in my art.When I painted her eyes and her smile full of meanings I started to imagine she is real and to fall in love with her. her eyes and her smile were also reminding me of a women I loved 2 years ago.I was standing in front of the painting and I started toching myself imagining she is in front of me, so close to me, holding me so tight and and the way she is looking in my eyes makes me feel loved and desired, then she is kissing me passionately, wildly.
This is my newest drawing of the young brunette girl I used to dream some years ago. I’ve made this drawing of her rising to the galaxy using ordinary ball point pens and I will make a new painting of her soon
I wonder where she is. She is the spring I’ve always been waiting for but never came. Ive made this ball point pen drawing of her yesterday imagining she has butterfly wings and she can fly and take me with her on her flight like in the drawing below
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!