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My ex boyfriend actually created this blog for me as an outlet. Now he's created an addict. So about me. I recently moved out of the paternal nest, now living not too far away from the comforts of home but far enough for independence. My best and worst feature is that i adore change. As a result, nothing really stays the same for too long. This includes my hair. My ideas are changing everyday... and so i'll probably want to delete this in an hour. Note: This is the revised version

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

.nudes

Personally, the convention of the nude in art is a favorite of mine. It is sensuous, flawed yet perfect. Nudes can be depicted in so many ways, and understood by everyone. The human form is simply timeless. The ultimate, i think is when the subject is the artists muse. Whether it urged on by lust, love or appreciation, the message always translates.

Anderson' s 'Reclining Nude with Red Drape'
I don't think i need to explain why this painting is beautiful.
Simply, sometimes its what you don't show...















'The Death of Sardanarpalus' (1827) is the work of Delacroix, a French Romanticist. Based on Lord Byrons play Sardanarpalus. After hearing that military defeat was near the Sardanaparlus ordered the destruction of the possessions and the murder of his followers. Sardanarpalus sits watching apathetically. Once everything, everyone has been destroyed, he will end his own life. The colours are vivid, very passionate and exciting.
















I remember seeing this artwork in hanging in the Lourve (one of the reasons i feel in love with France). I remember splitting from my parents. I found myself standing in a room with inconceivably high ceilings and with walls that were coated in a rich red paint. The Romanticist room.

I stood gazing at this image. Staring through the chinese tourists passing by. I saw every detail, every colour, all the textures and broad brush strokes. Delacroix really had a beautiful mind.

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