I would roar like that only because of liberation or revelation,and shure would make crossed fingers for luck or gods protection ,doesn't matter ,when you reach the pedestal of your desires you mide do that even if you are not superstitious or religious tipe.I haven't felt it for a long time so I probably have miss the point ,maybe he just had a great sex but I would no t say it either because his nipples are swelled, not sharp.When I have first look at it I thought that it is an young sold trapped in old mans body ,in desperation trying to get out ,caring nothing about thrones just wanting his youth back .Tricky human emotions ,eyes on the painting wouldn't help e because they would be closed and all three theories can be expressed in the similar way.It is not just the painting ,when I watch football I never know what is going on ,are they celebrating, regretting or what.I will shut the crap and ask what the fuck is he doing?
Hi kocoze...I'm sorry, I can not say what he is experiencing. What he is doing is a story and an experience too personal ... I'm sorry not to be able to tell you... Anyway ....I'm glad that he has hit you
"ll piacere e tutto mio,my itallian is rusty and I never use google translator or smilies,anyway I am glad you don't minde me passing trough your galaxy and analise my expresions. you have spend so many ink on lines that you could have wrote a novel with same amount so it is a shame not to read it even you cant get the message,maybe it will come to me after some years or if I live trough such expirience
and stronger or ,or lost and became alcoholic or dam and feeling nothing , or angry and filled with hate depends who fallow you trough the raff and did the acceptation arrived from it self or you had to dig it from your gats , anyway ,drawing and reading helps , thank gad you are not a bellet dancer you would have broke your body ,good thing is that you are the line master so everything bad that you have lived trough , turns into beautiful symphony, even the belly on the return of the lost son or the toe finger in the oval room COULD SOMEONE SHUT ME UP PLEASE ?I write instead of drawing
yes, you are right....I throw out (only for a few hours), craps and sorrows of life with a bunch of lines. But I can assure you that it's just a way to escape, it is not a way to solve "problems". You too, if you'll continue to write or speak, you will not solve nothing. We must act with real actions, not with art (
Beautiful, my friend. I love the hands. One thing I have do have a difficulty with is the white background of your pieces. So many of them I believe would work well with a tonal background or space indication. All the best ~Ryck
hmmmmm....background or space indication...yes, I understand you and sometimes I put some objects (or axes) in the rear of this subject but I desire give a exact meanings also at this objects. My efforts are finalized to draw only the essence. Sometimes (in my opinion of course) objects and backgrounds produce distraction and not allow to focus in the essence of the drawing.
In any case, thanks for your very valuable comment !!
Sometimes the things we dislike end up being great in the eyes of others anyways (and it's always maddening), been a long time since I left a comment on a piece of yours, but I like this new evolution of your work!
you're right but I am very critical of my creations and - unfortunately - I know well all the signs that I draw. This technique does not allow you cancellations and the errors - for me - are too obvious ! I know all them..damnit !!
Questo essere seduto sul podio più alto Prigioniero in un corpo - sua camicia di forza Piedi rattrappiti - inutili per un balzo salvifico Lo sguardo rivolto al cielo Sordo al suo urlo... sordo, sordo, sordo.
Opera monumentale, magistralmente efficace dal punto di vista visuale, ben realizzata... beh, insomma, un capolavoro.
È interessante e lucido il tuo riferimento all'angelo dantesco (Pg IX, 78). Certo è che questo personaggio non dà l'impressione di cantare soavemente il Te Deum laudamus (Pg IX, 139-141). Effettivamente sarebbe un angelo poco rassicurante, forse metafora dei tempi nostri