"...and my heart was like snow under thin crimson skin..."
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Love - that feeling like your heart is pierced through, by some powerful emotion, when you see some precious image or someone's words and you cannot decide whether to cry or be joyful, and if you are joyful, how do you express it, and is it even true...?
Redness, for love and pain and raw emotion, and literally for the heart. It is fragile and cold and thin like snow, sharp and freezing, melting softly in the heat of feeling... white for snow, purity, emptiness, overwhelmed by the deepness, wounded, bleeding, gaping. Thick black blood, dripping down, carrying the darkness, from deep wounds.
ArtRage and tablet. About half an hour.
A slightly different version, uploaded as a print version is here
I think I was just explaining this image to myself, before I was here. Shut up... Nice image, I'm taking it. Faving screw that. Its taking for a piece of my gallery. Lets sure coat it though. I want the image in my favorites so I can view it all the time. Or just as a reminder that I was once thinking about it before and it was like...a milestone.
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Wow...
this pic really makes a person think : o
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