Shi*

Shi*

Posted on 09/14/2008


Photo taken on January  4, 2006


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sheep skull detail

sheep skull detail
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

-Shelley

11 comments - The latest ones
ElectronLibre     ......    (°!°)...
ElectronLibre ..…
Too detail for me. Too bad !
8 years ago.
Shi* has replied to ElectronLibre ..…
Desolée ... Are you on a slow network? would a smaller file size be better?
8 years ago.
Shi* has replied to ElectronLibre ..…
sheep skull detail

better?
8 years ago.
ElectronLibre     ......    (°!°)...
ElectronLibre ..…
Ho, I see. Some skull of a monster's head !
I would say that it would be great to see the complete drawing.
8 years ago.
Shi* has replied to ElectronLibre ..…
unfortunately, no other record of its existence remains ... ars brevis in this case!
8 years ago.
Christel Ehretsmann
Christel Ehretsmann
within the skull...skull ? I can see an elephant and a cloaked huge man ...both eager to reach Shelley's heaven in their slanting attitude...makes me think at the same time of Nietzsche's azur's solitude...
8 years ago.
Shi* has replied to Christel Ehretsmann
A skull I picked up on the beach in Scotland ... a good place to draw and relax. Yes, I see the cloaked man ... the shadow perhaps ... Shelley, Keats and Byron are very close to my heart. Nietzsche less so ... but he would know of solitude, alright.
8 years ago.
Christel Ehretsmann has replied to Shi*
I found a sheep skull in Wales and took it back...Of course Shelley, Keats and Byron can only find a very near place close to one's heart : Byron the rebel and beauiful lame angel with fire in his eyes, who wrote :" the great object of life is sensation...to feel that we exist, even though in pain"
8 years ago.
Shi* has replied to Christel Ehretsmann
Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!
Attuning still the soul to tenderness,
As if soft Pity, with unusual stress,
Had touch'd her plaintive lute, and thou, being by,
Hadst caught the tones, nor suffer'd them to die.
O'ershadowing sorrow doth not make thee less
Delightful: thou thy griefs dost dress
With a bright halo, shining beamily,
As when a cloud the golden moon doth veil,
Its sides are ting'd with a resplendent glow,
Through the dark robe oft amber rays prevail,
And like fair veins in sable marble flow;
Still warble, dying swan! still tell the tale,
The enchanting tale, the tale of pleasing woe.
-Keats

:) enjoying these exchanges with you!
8 years ago.
Christel Ehretsmann has replied to Shi*
so am I...
I read your feedback aloud and enjoy !
8 years ago.