Omphaloskeptic. (-: You bear a stone in your hips. Delphic and oracular. (-;
i love this word, "omphaloskeptic" - that, are you in general or particularly in relation to this photo? :-)
surely this has been mistitled as I see everything but a navel, which means that which can not be seen is the strongest invitation. something about the movement of the silk and how it is held. something about the bones protruding from the almost hips and ribcage. something about the lock of hair. something about the woman who is who? something about it not mattering, but mattering.xoerin
it is incredible how different our ways of seeing can be, no? while i too am sensitive to every other detail you have mentioned here, i tend to see all them as sustained by her navel, as the center of the photo/world. though ultimately i have no idea why i like this photo so much, maybe anonymous is right, because of that something "oracular" which i perceive so intensely - but how and why and where, i couldn't say.
I remember having a tablecloth like that back in the old country, in the old days...er..unfortunately, that's the only resemblance with this photo:-(b.
a tablecloth!!! thoba! that is my precious scarf!!! :-)
when things fall from a higher realm they appear as ordinary objects!:-0when roxana talks to me I can only imagine the original, Paradisal sound...
as always, the sweetest (of course, also most deceitful) tongue!but the first sentence made me laugh! :-)
I'm like this shotMorris
Good for contemplating.
she invites us to contemplation, precisely by hiding.
It is shy and seductive like a fan dance....
yes, like a fan dance, one could see it like this as well :-)
hi dear Roxana, another awesome masterpeice.how I love this because the navel has sometimes been an element when I do studio art, well spontaneous drawings.the navel represents the attachment of the fetus to the biological mother but universally it can represent an attachment to the mother of the universe, an attachment to the entire cosmos and my dream when I view this powerful image is that there is a shedding of the mortal skin and a growing of the universal skin that allows for cosmic attachment it is like a cosmic rebirth as can be represented on a earthly path a rebirth into a pathway that sheds the skin of the recalcitrant ego through maturity.well my friend I would like to send you snowflake kisses since the snowflakes are falling gently on my cheeks here but you don't have snow yet?ah I will send you transparent kisses that will find their way to your heart through all weather conditions haha.also HUGS and love.
"Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies."isn't this verse lovely?i am very sure your kisses have this power :-) and now we have snow here as well, though it is melting away every day. it has only snowed once so far!
You must have known that i was thinking about my bedridden Washington navel orange this week. Can you buy this variety where you live in Poland? The tree, a stripling to be sure, lost many of its leaves due to some unfortunate psychosomatic illness. It's always a struggle to keep certain members of the floral kingdom happy, isn't it?
actually i was worried that my navel could "break" because of too much coughing! :-) but i am always happy to extend my knowledge, i had no idea about the existence of a Washington navel orange!
Absolutely wonderful photo.
thank you, Natalie, for coming to the Bridge and letting me know what you think.
That is beautiful! The drape (is it embroidered?) is itself so exquisite, and is perfect to show that toned torso. I hope you are happy and well. I have missed you.
thank you, Lydia, i am sorry for not having much time for blogs these days, i will try to do better in the future :-)no, it isn't embroidered, and it is one of my favourite scarves :-)
cred ca Li ar putea spune mai frumos decat mine: ar spune ca asa traieste si el,crezand ca acolo este centrul intregului univers, ca de acolo se deschid toate caile, ca toate spiralele pe care lumea le-a inventat continuu de aici pleaca... iar eu spun ca imi da tresariri,fara sa pot explica cum si de ce exact, fiindca eu simt ca ea se preda,ca nu ii este teama,desi se acopera,aparent, de nimic din ceea ce s-ar putea intampla cu trupul ei,dezvaluit lumii.atat de multa nevoie de atingere,acolo,spun eu...