Wednesday, 28 July 2010

don't bind my flowers with your tedious geometries























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26 comments:

  1. iosif bogdan28 July 2010 at 22:10

    interesante!(mereu perceptii noi!)

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  2. Vladimir C.28 July 2010 at 22:23

    Breath taking. Cum reuşeti :) ?

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  3. Trée28 July 2010 at 22:26

    You paint dreamscapes like you are holding a brush and not a lense. As always, remarkable work.

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  4. Lynne with an e29 July 2010 at 00:53

    Well of course I love the electricity of your pictures (which make me consider electric fences) but honest to god I love the title so much it wouldn't have mattered what you put up under it!

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  5. pensum29 July 2010 at 01:04

    do i sense a hint of Schiele and Klee there?

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  6. Anonymous29 July 2010 at 02:13

    by a remarkable co-incidence i was looking at one of my favourite pictures today..one of Richter's 'cages'. these remind me of that.

    isn't this an old story, roxana? weren't stones placed around the first tree?

    thank god you've come back!

    best,

    b.

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  7. Adelino Marques29 July 2010 at 02:46

    :)
    Boa viagem....boas férias...boa inspiração!

    Adelino

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  8. Miriam29 July 2010 at 10:04

    draga mea neasemuita,ceea ce imi oferi tu este,intotdeauna,o asigurare,completa prin insesi firescul si simplitatea cu care mi se daruieste-si anume,chiar daca fac fac pasi nesiguri si sovaitori pe sarma cu ochiuri incurcate,caderea nu ar insemna decat regasirea florilor si a altui univers,cu contururi estompate si blande,asa cum il visez cand se purifica viata,pentru secunde

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  9. m29 July 2010 at 12:40

    best post title ever :)

    ma taie sarma...

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  10. amar29 July 2010 at 22:18

    bonjour chère Roxanna, merci pour ta gentille note. Je suis enchantée de faire ta connaissance comme nouvelle amie.

    C'est une magnifique présentation. Oui c'est un autre chef d'oeuvre.

    Alors voici mon interprétation pour aujourd'hui.

    La première photo me mène à penser aux pensées enveloppés d'un barbelées et c'est cauchemardesque le blanc contribue à l'atmosphère hantante et horrifiée meme jusque au point de la torture.

    La seconde photo est pleine de violette-belle mais la violation c'est la mais il y a la verdure et un sens quand peut respirer -l'esprit est vivant est saigne.

    Dans la dernière photo je vois le paradoxe de la vie- un compromis.Il y a encore la souffrance mais mais c'est ensoléllé en jaune. Il ya de l'espoir est un désir d'améliorer les choses.

    Magnifique le texte et les photos ensemble.

    belle journée magique Roxana.
    Merci

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  11. Stickup Artist30 July 2010 at 03:48

    Some people genuinely have a need to define boundaries and mark off their territory. But your flowers remain glorious, unfettered, and triumphant in their radiant splendor.

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  12. Renée30 July 2010 at 09:36

    Du bist wohl auch jemand, der die Freiheit liebt, liebe Roxana! Einengungen und Bedrängungen, jemand, der frei atmen will, findet immer einen Ausweg..!
    Dir, eine wunderschöne Zeit, wo immer Du bist!
    Renée

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  13. Plum'31 July 2010 at 09:08

    Je partage l'analyse d'Amar, la brutalité et la tristesse de la première où le métal est très présent, puis se dissout progressivement dans la nature en prenant la couleur verte.
    Bravo !
    Bises

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  14. Anonymous31 July 2010 at 18:15

    Superb picture.
    I am back on the blog for August in England.Hope for some good shots.
    Very hot in the South of France.
    Thanks for your comments last May.
    All ok with you???

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  15. Anonymous1 August 2010 at 01:23

    macht mich wortlos, wie du es abermals schaffts, zu spüren, was das leben momentan beinhaltet. vielleicht viel zu persönlich die sichtweise von mir, aber diese blumen und ihr streben, aufrichten und kämpfen ... solange es eben geht. ob ich das noch lange schaffe weiss ich nicht. danke für diese hilfe.

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  16. Prospero1 August 2010 at 02:56

    Behind the barbed fence, the sun's bronzy light, whose gainly, slapdash rays uber-talented Roxana loves to spectacularly paint (dearest, you always know how to wear those silky split infinitives) settles on those spellbound petals and downy green limbs, before striking up a conversation with the (not so loquacious) wind.

    You recline in a wicker chair, tired and syrupy. The paper in your hand rustles and you unfold it. Those Euclidean pencil marks, squiggles to be sure, delight you (she loves geometry). You postulate that any straight line from two points must vacillate between a shadowy violet and the pure hellishness of glassy-orange. Another thought ripples in your mind; from the mirrory depths of your recollections, you imagine a gelid circle. An avid tremor dashes through the right angles of your elbows. How happy you are. Your photographs, a drumming of splashlike color, lay ponderously on the table, in a perfect parallel plane.

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  17. clo1 August 2010 at 13:38

    coucou belle ...
    l'amour et la beauté ne se mettent pas en cage...
    c'est antinomique pour moi...les plus belles fleurs sont celles qui poussent en liberté..
    doit on toujours enfermer par souci de protection les choses auxquelles on tient...
    ça implique que l'on perçoive le monde extérieur comme un éventuel danger...
    a trop vouloir garder ne finit-on pas par tout perdre...:o)
    je t'embrasse tendrement..a bientôt..

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  18. amar2 August 2010 at 09:19

    ET la deuxième photo représente pour moi aujourd'hui la beauté de la souffrance.

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  19. James Owens2 August 2010 at 17:34

    all of them, but the third especially ... it is a fantasy of escape toward the freedom of a light that breathes and welcomes like a parting veil....

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  20. Anonymous2 August 2010 at 20:34

    are you still alive? knock once for yes and er..

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  21. Marion McCready3 August 2010 at 14:41

    it's the first one for me, so emotive, powerful. and I'd love to steal your beautiful title for a poem! :)

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  22. tattytiara4 August 2010 at 01:32

    Wow, those are gorgeous. Glad I wandered over from louciao's!

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  23. Roxana5 August 2010 at 00:00

    tonight i am rather silent and i feel that the best way to offer you, dear all, my gratitude for your warm and thoughtful comments (and for simply being here with me) is to answer with this amazing poem - which is so fitting that i have started to imagine that i somehow took these images for it, unknowingly.
    (thanking the old friend who offered it to me after seeing this post)



    I came to find you you were living
    in a street with fences round the gardens
    ...
    then i found you it was like
    meeting myself and i said let's
    plant roses and carnations and you said
    how shall we set about moving these fences?
    ---john riley.

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  24. Roxana5 August 2010 at 00:04

    mes tres cheres,
    je suis un peu silencieuse cette nuit (on sent deja le parfum de l'automne dans les rues, meme si la chaleur continue d'etre intense).

    je vous remercie pour etre venues ici, contempler mes fleurs au-dela de toute barriere, reelle ou imaginee.

    bises :-)

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  25. Roxana5 August 2010 at 00:09

    meine Lieben, dass Ihr hier Schoenheit oder Denkanstoesse oder ein Gespuer fuer das, "was das Leben momentan beinhaltet", wie Du es sagst, Robert, macht mich so gluecklich und gibt mir die Kraft, weiter zu machen -

    ich umarme Euch ganz lieb...

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  26. amaraentus5 August 2010 at 02:10

    bien ca c'est une jolie idée que tu sens- l'automne déja c'est comme cela ici aussi, en ma ville canadienne, toute l'été c'est extremement chaud et après cela ca pluie fort et c'est un peu froid mais un vent frais parfait et c'est magnifique,it is like going to the movies ha ha when you are never sure when the momentum will change....

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