He broke my heart, but I got over it. Medium: ink and acrylic on paper.
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Were I around I would have done more than what is within my powers to sooth you....interesting that you used snake eyes to define the 2......that guy couldn't be trusted anyway
Another great card, 14. Setting aside the emotion that went into the subject, I want to compliment you on the depth of the art. I love the fact that the heart is in a window. It is reminiscent of the levels of symbology in, say, the Rider-Waite deck.
Three/four time, it is a waltz in that time give or take the two or three catches in the throat or three or four maybe; her jaded detachment would have galled had she not looked like Florence Nightingale in Boticelli voluptuousness.
Her mind could be never be read nor her aloofness shed, as her gray matter was too multi-tiered and hyper-contoured for me to compete though I still compete in my own head periodically. the other day she walked near the window after having been invisible for months; she held another's hand but glanced over and there was a ghost of what lived and pulsed in the eye contact between us until guilt and the warning bell sobered us.
Were I around I would have done more than what is within my powers to sooth you....interesting that you used snake eyes to define the 2......that guy couldn't be trusted anyway
xoxo
L
Posted by: Chaos by Design | August 21, 2008 at 03:43 PM
if you need solace, or a private serenade ... you know where to find me ... xox kb
Posted by: Knox Bronson | August 22, 2008 at 04:03 PM
Another great card, 14. Setting aside the emotion that went into the subject, I want to compliment you on the depth of the art. I love the fact that the heart is in a window. It is reminiscent of the levels of symbology in, say, the Rider-Waite deck.
God, I sound like a tool. :-|
Posted by: Michael Ian | August 22, 2008 at 04:24 PM
This is incredible. I love this. What a fucking fool! What an idiot!
Posted by: Demon Kitty | August 22, 2008 at 07:59 PM
Three/four time, it is a waltz in that time give or take the two or three catches in the throat or three or four maybe; her jaded detachment would have galled had she not looked like Florence Nightingale in Boticelli voluptuousness.
Her mind could be never be read nor her aloofness shed, as her gray matter was too multi-tiered and hyper-contoured for me to compete though I still compete in my own head periodically. the other day she walked near the window after having been invisible for months; she held another's hand but glanced over and there was a ghost of what lived and pulsed in the eye contact between us until guilt and the warning bell sobered us.
Anyone who has not felt this has not felt
Posted by: Twopotatothreepotato | August 23, 2008 at 01:47 AM
You said it, potato-friend.
Posted by: Jenn F. | August 28, 2008 at 03:18 PM
It is one of two pieces of art that I own that I respect. Thank you.
Posted by: Contactaug | August 17, 2010 at 06:55 PM