I've made the oil on canvas painting above and the ball point pen drawing below this week. This is the tree of the mind, a pyramidal neuron in the neocortex. As I said before when we draw trees we draw our neurons and that's why the trees we draw tell so much about us. Somewhere deep in our mind we somehow know that the neurons have a tree shape.
This blog contains the drawings and paintings of Corina Chirila
Showing posts with label ball point pen drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ball point pen drawing. Show all posts
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Thursday, September 4, 2014
The tree of life
This is the tree of life, my newest ball point pen drawing. It's a drawing about life emerging like a tree with it's roots on a sphere, the Earth, sucking it's resources to feed the children that grow like fruits on it's branches
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Sappho's rose
One of Sappho's poems has inspired me to make this drawing of a beautiful woman with a rose that makes her look more feminine a and beautiful. Looking at this drawing I can almost feel the perfume of the rose, her perfume and I wish I could touch and kiss her red rose lips and hersmooth white skin.
This is the poem.
If it pleased the whim of Zeus in an idle
Hour to choose a king for the flowers, he surely
Would have crowned the rose for its regal beauty,
Deeming it peerless;
By its grace is valley and hill embellished,
Earth is made a shrine for the lover's ardor;
Dear it is to flowers as the charm of lovely
Eyes are to mortals;
Joy and pride of plants, and the garden's glory,
Beauty's blush it brings to the cheek of meadows;
Draining fire and dew from the dawn for rarest
Color and odor;
Softly breathed, its scent is a plea for passion,
When it blooms to welcome the kiss of Kypris;
Sheathed in fragrant leaves its tremulous petals
Laugh in the zephyr.
This is the poem.
If it pleased the whim of Zeus in an idle
Hour to choose a king for the flowers, he surely
Would have crowned the rose for its regal beauty,
Deeming it peerless;
By its grace is valley and hill embellished,
Earth is made a shrine for the lover's ardor;
Dear it is to flowers as the charm of lovely
Eyes are to mortals;
Joy and pride of plants, and the garden's glory,
Beauty's blush it brings to the cheek of meadows;
Draining fire and dew from the dawn for rarest
Color and odor;
Softly breathed, its scent is a plea for passion,
When it blooms to welcome the kiss of Kypris;
Sheathed in fragrant leaves its tremulous petals
Laugh in the zephyr.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
Two hearts beating together
Friday, March 21, 2014
Lovers in the moonlight
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Butterfly woman
I wonder where is she. She is my spring, the spring I've been waiting for for my entire life but she never came. This is one of my drawings of her. I've made this ball point pen drawing yesterday dreaming of her
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Monday, August 26, 2013
Silhouette fading
Friday, June 21, 2013
Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
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