Time is of no consequence… Those that exist outside of this temporal space, living an infinite existence can not comprehend the waves… Just observing as this strange entity, humanity, crumbles under the weight of its age…
The seconds, the minutes… The significance of aging as we understand is of a bittersweet logic, grasping it as choices in our life, that ultimately dissipate along with our persistent demise…
Happiness can never come to those who live in time… It does not persist… After the passing of time has taken its tole on our meager bodies, all our desires, inhibitions and dreams escape into the flow of who we were, what we are… and, what we shall become…
Mon cher petite chose fragile…
The expressive eye.
Seeing all into eternity…
Happy Birthday Gloria May Josephine Svensson aka Gloria Swanson
(March 27, 1899 - April 4, 1983)
I think all this talk about age is foolish. Every time I`m one year older, everyone else is too.
Elegance is but a virtue written in the prose of life…
Ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente…
Caged / Haunted
Beautifully solemn and charming. One of my personal favorites. In this portrait we get to see a part of the artists dramatic side. Her solitude is so charming it’s almost wrong to even classify it as such. Beauty in subtle ounces spread throughout the composition. Her eyes staring down something unseen.. Truly haunting..
I feel no words can describe the depth her eyes perceive. Her natural skin and waving strands of hair leave a ghostly presence. A figure lost in her own time, a catatonic state left in oblivion…
I really enjoyed these pictures since we get to see the artist in a more natural look without her adornments and makeup.. The real Cristina in a way.
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Remorse / Canibal
Breathtaking, in more ways than one. I feel that this looks like the result of some domestic dispute. It’s sad and violent with a touch of beauty as the figure gasps in tolerance and remorse. Her eyes peer deep into your mind, delivering a helpless: “No!”. Chilling truly, the bruises and bloodied neck only add to the tension. The falling feathers figuratively connote opened scars, as time from a young life is slowly extinguished…
Horrifying! This piece is very creative, as the artist expressed her inspiration came after she finished her food. Primaeval in a sense, almost borderlines human instinct. That dark stare of pride fills one with a feeling of helplessness against the beastly actions being portrayed. I love it.
Color Blast / Vile
At first glance I pictured a LGBT add come through my mind. Unintentionally this picture is inspiring and I’m sure that it has gotten some comments from members of its community. It’s colorful lips accentuate this blank and barren canvas where a single drop of yellow falls from the tip as it pours out to the bottom. It could be interpreted as the adherent ways our words combine and drip into a sea of thoughts that define what we humans are: “Ideas”. Or it could also be the way our emotions reflect on others as each of the colors could be analyzed as an independent emotion… Truly a ponderous photo.
Horrid and Putrid… Thy rotten soul gives birth to no happiness, nothing but black bile… - Me
I couldn’t help but put these two together. I think they contradict each other but at the same time complement the ideas that the artist wanted to portray. In one you have the creation of thoughts. Whereas in this portrait we see a dark vile bitter creature that drips from the mouth with a dark liquid that seems to know no truth. Thoughts are entangled and drowned in the drips of lies that slip through Rotten teeth the blackness of tar… Truly shivering.
Confessions - Cristina Otero
Immediately after viewing this, all the feelings that surged through my head were: “Why!?”. Throughout this portrait there’s this feeling of self dread and lament that courses through the tips of the bloodied fingertips it’s almost palpable… The blood, almost metallic gives a realistic feeling to the entire piece. Palely colored skin and a pair of sly open lips seem to utter a dramatic: “No..”