Whether photographed or drawn, or both things at once, in any possible colour, true beauty always shines, doesn’t it? – – No unauthorised copying or redistribution. All Rights Reserved.
This one goes with a little purple glow in the eyes, as I figure she may show now, while she moves within eternity, like the dreams. And again, as I use to, given that these are portraits of an Angel, I recall verses from R. M. Rilke’s “Duineser Elegien”: “… Und jene, die schön sind,… Continue reading Another portrait from Beyond
Earthly & Unearthly Wintershine – In loving memory ©LiF The header image is an ‘icier’ and more outlandish variation of the same shot – Somewhat less detailed due to my edition, but very pretty as well (even angelic, or so I appreciate) – Lixie F 🦄 No unauthorised copying or redistribution. All Rights Reserved.
Morning Starshine – In loving memory ©LiF The natural colours were, of course, others – This is the original picture: – – No unauthorised copying or redistribution. All Rights Reserved.
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Today, now, is Christmas Eve and I feel the need to recall my sister (not that I do not recall her every day, but today is special) and also make a post for her, on her own blog. So here you are, my dear; some edited pics according to your taste…: and there you go… Continue reading Where Angels Go
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In a post here, and also in my sister’s blog, from past January 18th: «A Pictorial Tribute – Delvaux’s “Ari”, and a sort of family portrait» , I commented on the resemblace between the young woman in red depicted by Paul Delvaux in “Rosine” (oil on canvas from 1968) and my…
Salvador Dalí’s father was a monster. Salvador Dalí i Cusí, a middle-class lawyer and notary in Figueres (a Catalan city close to the French border), with a strict catholic faith and a stricter disciplinary approach toward his family, made of his second son –Salvador Domingo Felip Jacint Dalí i Domènech– a deranged person; a real… Continue reading A detailed ‘Soft Monster in Angelic Landscape’ (Monstre Tou en Paisatge Angèlic) – A last confidence by Dalí on impotence and psychological castration
Xan mo ilo, kamlale! Pale si ma e zhivindi jag… These are Rromani words meaning “Eat my heart, my beloved ones! While I still keep the flame of life…” So why do I want my heart eaten?… How?… By whom?… To the first –rhetorical– question my answer is simple: because I need love now beyond… Continue reading Xan mo ilo! – Eat my heart!
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