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reviews_and_ramblings) wrote2010-07-25 02:09 pm
reviews_and_ramblings) wrote2010-07-25 02:09 pm
Michel Giliberti: Les portes... (Doors...)
It's a lot of time that I don't share a work by Michel Giliberti. He was the first artist I featured in this LiveJournal, and I love his paintings, but he is also a wonderful photographer, able to capture the mix of strength and sweetness of the male figure.
http://www.michelgiliberti.com/article-les-portes-54421962.html
Hope my English, and the French translator is good enough to give you an idea of the caption for this picture:
Doors ... Being in exile or be in exit, everything is built around the departures, returns, new beginnings. A thousand times crossed, the doors of our violence and our inertia remains strong. Unable to shoot them. They are closing on our neuroses, open on our balances, then close choking until the next oxygen of fortune.
I've pierced my pain, I've rocked my sweetness, but open or closed, my wounds are beautiful because they are born from the length of the love and the only beauty of a love story , isn't time?
http://www.michelgiliberti.com/article-les-portes-54421962.html
Hope my English, and the French translator is good enough to give you an idea of the caption for this picture:
Doors ... Being in exile or be in exit, everything is built around the departures, returns, new beginnings. A thousand times crossed, the doors of our violence and our inertia remains strong. Unable to shoot them. They are closing on our neuroses, open on our balances, then close choking until the next oxygen of fortune.
I've pierced my pain, I've rocked my sweetness, but open or closed, my wounds are beautiful because they are born from the length of the love and the only beauty of a love story , isn't time?