Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star, Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer’s day Robs not one light seed from the feather’d grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
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Comments (4)
TwoPynts
Ah, yes, this is great. More people should appreciate this...
auntietk
Oh wow. This is really good. I love the vibe, the composition, the light, the colors ... everything about this just sings!
tofi
Postmodern Pygmalion and Galatea is a perfect depiction of this magnificent image. The deep expression of desire and retrospection deeply emanates from the man's facial and body language. As for a postmodern era, the vision of Galatea is a perfect choice( surely the copper-tone con Ivory-tone). I admire your skills !! The tonality of this image is incredible, very interesting lighting technique as well. The play of light and shadows creates the very special mood of this image that leaves the viewer in a state of awe; overwhelming interest and thoughts. Big congratulations and thank you for sharing your vision with us.
Chipka
This is stunning...I love the spooky quality of the mannequin; his expression is so completely emotional, so real...and yet he is as biologically alive as the woman behind him and seeming to sprout from his head like an exuberant thought. Perhaps in some strange reality, they were lovers and are now separated, and all he can do is think of her, remember her, and look at the world around him, never again seeing her, despite her apparent proximity to him. I love that sense of longing and tragedy here. This is profoundly beautiful work.