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This blog contains the drawings and paintings of Corina Chirila
Thursday, August 18, 2016
Friday, August 5, 2016
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
The origins of life
The origins of life
03.08.2016
11:17
I've made this painting thinking about nothing, just painting randomly wothout a plan. The painting is about the origins of life, the cell having the Earth as it' s nucleous, the spyral of life, the DNA and the genes
03.08.2016
11:17
I've made this painting thinking about nothing, just painting randomly wothout a plan. The painting is about the origins of life, the cell having the Earth as it' s nucleous, the spyral of life, the DNA and the genes
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Tears for the Earth, tears for the world we live i
Tears for the Earth, tears for the world we live in
30.07.2016
17:52
Tears, for the Earth, tears for the world we live in, crying 😢 for our world that is suffering and being aware of the global problems, oil on canvas painting.
30.07.2016
17:52
Tears, for the Earth, tears for the world we live in, crying 😢 for our world that is suffering and being aware of the global problems, oil on canvas painting.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Sappho and the girl who had to leave the isle of Lesbos
Sappho and one of her muses, in the sad moment when the girl had to leave against her will, acrylics on canvas painting.
The poem below has inspired me
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...''
Sappho
The poem below has inspired me
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...''
Sappho
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