Mademoiselle Pogany

Mademoiselle Pogany or the portrait of an alien, pencil drawing

Do you know Constantin Brancusi's Mademoiselle Pogany sculptures? I thing their big head and eyes resemble an alien and that's why I've made this pencil portrait drawing of an alien. I don't know if Brancusi has ever seen an alien or the modern images of alien with big head and dark eye were inspired from his sculptures but this similarity cannot be a coincidence

Loneliness and depression, coffee painting

This is my coffee painting of a depressive tree, lonely and depressed like the person who stands under it. This is a tree that tries to keep it's roots in the past being afraid of the future, almost broken by the wind of change that blows, a dark tree, dark like the sadness, a tree with no leafs and heavy branches that go down, a tree that looks like it's crying

The rose of love

My painting of a girl young and beautiful like a spring day waiting and dreaming while she is looking at a rose, the rose of love

Morula, gastrula and neurula, my drawings and paintings of the embryo development

Morulatio

Gastrulatio

Neurulatio

My pencil drawing of an embryo

This is my pencil drawing of an embryo. We all looked like this at the beginning of our lives

Sappho and the girl with the violet tiara, the muse of the poem “No word”

This is my pencil drawing of Sappho and the girls she wrote the poem “No word” for, a very sad poem about a girl who has to leave the island and Sappho unwillingly This is what happened to many women in the past. They were forced to marry men who they didn’t love and leave the true love behind. Their life was so painful and sad be cause they didn’t have the freedom and the right to choose the person to spend their life with. This happened in Romania too in the past. There is a waterfall in our country where a young bride committed suicide be cause she had to marry a man she didn’t love and there was nothing she could do.

This is the poem I am talking about

 

I have had not one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to
me, ``This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.''
I said, ``Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
``If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
``all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
``myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
``while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song...''

Ichtyostega

Ichtyostega, watercolor painting and pencil drawing