While crawling in The Virtual Dumpster I call the Internet:
Found another BlogWorthy Barbie!
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It is no big deal that I don't have a dedicated following who comment. I blog selfishly to please myself and to put an electronic imprint of my bizarro on the world wide web. But let me retype...I actually get stoked when someone comments, and thank you very much!
I pride myself that my blog is animated, colorful and has sound! I keep it to an urban theme based on the Dumpster concept. I feel it is unique in it's design.
If you go to the Barbie source check out some that are selling for $350 bucks!
Narcissus by Caravaggio 1599 manipulated using GIMP
added to "Profane The Arts Project"
Madeline Woe 2011.
From Ovid's Story of Echo and Narcissus [link]
"No mountains rise, nor oceans flow between.
A shallow water hinders my embrace;
And yet the lovely mimick wears a face
That kindly smiles, and when I bend to join
My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine.
Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint,
Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant.
My charms an easy conquest have obtain'd
O'er other hearts, by thee alone disdain'd.
But why should I despair? I'm sure he burns
With equal flames, and languishes by turns.
When-e'er I stoop, he offers at a kiss,
And when my arms I stretch, he stretches his.
His eye with pleasure on my face he keeps,
He smiles my smiles, and when I weep he weeps.
When e'er I speak, his moving lips appear
To utter something, which I cannot hear".
"No mountains rise, nor oceans flow between.
A shallow water hinders my embrace;
And yet the lovely mimick wears a face
That kindly smiles, and when I bend to join
My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine.
Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint,
Come from thy well, thou fair inhabitant.
My charms an easy conquest have obtain'd
O'er other hearts, by thee alone disdain'd.
But why should I despair? I'm sure he burns
With equal flames, and languishes by turns.
When-e'er I stoop, he offers at a kiss,
And when my arms I stretch, he stretches his.
His eye with pleasure on my face he keeps,
He smiles my smiles, and when I weep he weeps.
When e'er I speak, his moving lips appear
To utter something, which I cannot hear".
Actually my favorite of Salvadore Dali is "Metamorphosis"
"To the cold shades his flitting ghost retires,
And in the Stygian waves it self admires.
For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn,
Whom the sad Echo answers in her turn;
And now the sister-nymphs prepare his urn:
When, looking for his corps, they only found
A rising stalk, with yellow blossoms crown'd".
And in the Stygian waves it self admires.
For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn,
Whom the sad Echo answers in her turn;
And now the sister-nymphs prepare his urn:
When, looking for his corps, they only found
A rising stalk, with yellow blossoms crown'd".
4 comments:
Great pics. That mirror mirror was particularly good. The last one reminds me that warmer weather is coming.
Maybe I'm just blind... but how does a person go about following you? I'm a fellow Ideehoan :)
Sorry. It IS hard to see it in the upper left corner next to the blogger search bar. I chose not to put the widget in.
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