Picture
Make: Panasonic
Model: DMC-LS1
Shutter Speed: 10/4000 second
F Number: F/2.8
Focal Length: 6 mm
ISO Speed: 64
Date Picture Taken: Jan 27, 2007, 1:12:24 PM
Artist's Comments
I was there, a few days ago. A love letter. I was thrilling with excitement, and also, with fear. Another transgression.
the green and the red, and the whole feeling of it. Very disturbing, very good. I particularly like this, it seems your art is evolving and improving painting after painting.
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+++ I lift you up like the sweetest angel I tear you down like a whore You're such a dirty dirty Rock [Star], yeah
hope you don't mind me saying... this kind of reminds me of Francis Bacon... I mean that as a compliment extremely disturbing in the true sense of the word
it was a kind of katharsis for me. I cant paint next, I'm just exhausted.
This is a intensity of delectable admiration with a threat at the same time. Everlasting spiritual intoxication, enchant with life till death and - in death. I was there with somebody, but...it was just a solitary act of experimentation. We are lonely.Its tragic of human destiny.
There is a resonance between the intense fascination, the beauty and the "end" of loneliness. That is this resonance you've painted. After such a catharsis, I understand that you need a break.
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(..) I raped my sisters and, fascinated,
roasted them in slow fire while looking from far
to their shivering bellys wet with oil
and blackened by smoke,
the mortal reflection of a crane -my mother-
Mary "the Extremess"
Fucking with me on a "totumo".
Devious Comments
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Holga
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I lift you up like the sweetest angel
I tear you down like a whore
You're such a dirty dirty Rock [Star], yeah
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Love is an extremely complicated Puzzle with only two pieces
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■ całowałem sie z christopherem walkenem
This is a intensity of delectable admiration with a threat at the same time. Everlasting spiritual intoxication, enchant with life till death and - in death. I was there with somebody, but...it was just a solitary act of experimentation. We are lonely.Its tragic of human destiny.
--
Holga
--
(..) I raped my sisters and, fascinated,
roasted them in slow fire while looking from far
to their shivering bellys wet with oil
and blackened by smoke,
the mortal reflection of a crane -my mother-
Mary "the Extremess"
Fucking with me on a "totumo".
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