HAND OF ORION

Anger... it's a paralyzing emotion ... you can't get anything done. People sort of think it's an interesting, passionate, and igniting feeling - I don't think it's any of that - it's helpless ... it's absence of control - and I need all of my skills, all of the control, all of my powers ... and anger doesn't provide any of that - I have no use for it whatsoever." Gabriel Cornelius Ritter von Max (1840-1915), Get finished Flowering, 1870

A Woodland Nymph (1883). Philip Hermogenes Calderon (British, 1833-1898).

The night is dark, only bullets are whizzing over the steppe Only wind rumbles in the wires, and faded stars twinkle. I know that you don't sleep in this dark night, my lovely, And you secretly wipe your tears by the cradle.   I love so much the depth of your gentle eyes, I want to touch them now with my lips! The dark night divides us, my lovely, And severe, black steppe was pushed between me and you.   I do believe in you, my dear friend, This faith prevented me from the bullets in the dark night... I am glad and calm in this deadly fight, Because I know that you will show me love, no matter what wrong happens to me.   The death is not scary, we have faced it many times on the steppe. And even now it circles around me. You are waiting for me and you cannot sleep by the cradle. That's why I know: nothing wrong will happen to me

Where do I begin To tell the story of how great a love can be The sweet love story that is older than the sea The simple truth about the love she brings to me Where do I start?

I touch your lips and all at once the sparks go flying Those devil lips that know so well the art of lying And though I see the danger, still the flame grows higher I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire Just like a torch, you set the soul within me burning I must go on, I'm on this road of no returning And though it burns me and it turns me into ashes My whole world crashes without your kiss of fire

“Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald NAME : KISS OF FIRE SIZE : 60 X 80 DATE : MARCH , 2024

The Letter , jack vettriano

Samson and Delilah (1887). By José Echenagusía (Spanish, 1844 - 1912). Oil on canvas, 183.7 cm x 200.8 cm. P Bilbao Fine Arts Museum

The Birth of venus (French: Naissance de Venus) is a painting by the French artist Alexandre Cabanel. It was painted in 1863, and is now in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris.

In my arms she was always Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins , my sin , my soul . - Lolita , Vladimir Nabokov

Henri Gervex (1852-1929), Masked Ball at the Opera, Paris, 1886

Pruett Alexander Carter (1891 - 1955 Los Angeles, CA) "A Mind of Her Own", 1941 Oil on canvas

Edoardo Tof ano, "Finalmente soli!" (Enf in seuls!), 1878. Galleria Bottegantica, Milano. Private Collection.

The obsessed artists

La Jalousie 2013, Philippe Garrel