This blog contains the drawings and paintings of Corina Chirila
Friday, August 23, 2024
My watercolor and oil on canvas paintings of a neolithic fertility goddess
Thursday, February 10, 2022
Unipolar neuron or reversed tree
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
Sunday, May 30, 2021
Sunday, January 10, 2021
The rebirth of a Phoenix, fluorescent watercolor painting
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Do you remember the first rain?
Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Sunday, September 30, 2018
Thursday, August 9, 2018
2 new watercolor paintings
Sunday, March 18, 2018
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Ichtyostega
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Elisse
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
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