Showing posts with label watercolor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label watercolor. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2022

Sunday, May 30, 2021

Message in a bottle

 



This is my watercolor painting about the dream I had last night

Sunday, January 10, 2021

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Elisse

Elise

This is my watercolor painting of Elisse, the way I imagine her when I listen to Bethoven's song Fur Elisse, a beautiful young woman with long curly brown hair and brown eyes, wearing white underwear, standing on a white silk bed, with white lilies and roses around her, I see her on the white bed. Everything is white around her, pure bright white, a symbol of her innocence. She is so delicate beautiful young and pure like a white flower. It is not clear who was Elisse but this is the way the song makes me imagine her

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

My Galateea

This is my watercolor painting of Aphrodite giving life to Galateea, the statue Pygmalion, her creator was in love with.

Just like Pygmalion did, I have my own Galateea, my own dream of love and beauty, the perfect lady of my mind. I’ve made many drawings and paintings of her, over 2000. Every time I feel lonely the only thing I can see in my mind is her. My brain created her but I am so in love with her and the only thing I need is Aphrodite to give life to her and bring her into my real life.

Friday, January 8, 2010

The lake

I've made these watercolor painting inspired by the poem "Lacul"(The Lake) by Mihai Eminescu. These is one of the many beautiful but sad poems the poet wrote in the memory of his first love, a young girl from his village who has died when she was only 19. The poet could never forget her be cause she was like an angel, a beautiful girl with golden hair and a wonderfull soul who could stay next to the one she loved for a lifetime.
These is a translation of the poem

THE LAKE
Water lilies load all over
The blue lake amid the woods,
That imparts, while in white circles
Startling, to a boat its moods.

And along the strands I'm passing
Listening, waiting, in unrest,
That she from the reeds may issue
And fall, gently, on my breast;

That we may jump in the little
Boat, while water's voices whelm
All our feelings; that enchanted
I may drop my oars and helm;

That all charmed we may be floating
While moon's kindly light surrounds
Us, winds cause the reeds to rustle
And the waving water sounds.

But she does not come; abandoned,
Vainly I endure and sigh
Prostate, as the water lilies
On the blue lake ever lie.
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English version by Dimitrie Cuclin

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Volcano girl

This is my watercolor painting of a beautiful young woman rising from a hot volcano and shining in the warm light of the sunset burning like my volcanic passion