Last night I had an omen dream, woke up and stood still by the sea, suddenly I saw the faery queen!
Her soft quiet voice covered the wind. I tried to speak but voice refused to introduce my poor thought?s peak
She spoke no words and yet I got images green? heard angels? wings? her silence gave the earth?s pure shape.
Long hair, curly, pink - red cheeks, thick lips and smile, angelic eyes cut silent mists like earth?s vast myths..
By Mary Vareli ____________________ This is part of an experimental series of dolls I have at home. Again slow shutters and wide aperture, some smoke for effect, cloth, candles and the help of some surfaces which have my favourite Pre-Raphaelite ?like colours and all sorts of distortion ideas. The dark parts in this photo are meant to be placed there as this is what I wished, yet I do not know if it is friendly to the eye... A BIG thanx to Hugo de Wolf for the inspiration and advice! I devote this image to him.
Mary, Love the poem, I like the colours in your photo, yes, it goes well with the poem. I have also been trying to get that classic look. All my best, James
Hi Mary, Your poem in combination with the photo is a very strong combination. Apart from it being very creative, the two enhance the atmosphere and the message I perceive. Reading your poem, the following lyrics by Queen come to mind immediately.
In the land where horses born with eagle wings And honey bees have lost their stings There's singing forever Lion's den with fallow deer And rivers made from wine so clear Flow on and on forever Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air And baby lambs where Samson dares To go on on on on on on
My fairy king can see things He rules the air and turns the tides That are not there for you and me Ohh yeah he guides the winds
My fairy king can do right and nothing wrong Then came man to savage in the night To run like thieves and to kill like knives To take away the power from the magic hand To bring about the ruin to the promised land
They turn the milk into sour Like the blue in the blood of my veins Why can't you see it Fire burnin' in hell with the cry of screaming pain Son of heaven set me free and let me go Sea turn dry no salt from sand Teeth don't shine like pearls for the poor man's eyes
Someone someone has drained the colour from my wings Broken my fairy circle ring And shamed the king in all his pride Changed the winds and wronged the tides Mother mercury mercury Look what I cannot run I cannot hide
Qeen: My Fairy King.
Looking closely at the photo, the green shape attracts my foremost attention. The lighting on it emphasises the 3D structure, whilst leaving it completely abstract and irrecognisable. It creates a distance between surrounding and the doll. In contrast to the two previous Dooms Dollies, I think there is more information in this shot, leaving less to the imagination. For me, that removes a part of the tension in this shot.
Stefans remark about the X-processing tones and the sense of reality strikes gold, althoug I can also see the lack of reality in this, which creates a very strong uncomfortable feeling.
Again, a very creative series, where IMO, this one is the odd one out, but that doesn't mean it's of a lesser quality nor appeal. Very intriguing!
Thanks for devoting this photo to me.... The inspiration definately works both ways!
I like the cross-processed look of these colors, the blurred foreground that lends a sense of reality, but most of all I like the balance of the illusion of this being real and merely in the land of pretend.
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B:)liana {K:30945} 7/23/2004
Oh, great my dear Mary, so full of you and so well seen and presented. Even if she is a doll, you gave her life and mystery. amazing! Kisses, Biliana
Hi Mary, Reading your about shot, the following sprang to mind immediately:
______________________________________________ In the land where horses born with eagle wings And honey bees have lost their stings There's singing forever Lion's den with fallow deer And rivers made from wine so clear Flow on and on forever Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air And baby lambs where Samson dares To go on on on on on on
My fairy king can see things He rules the air and turns the tides That are not there for you and me Ohh yeah he guides the winds
My fairy king can do right and nothing wrong Then came man to savage in the night To run like thieves and to kill like knives To take away the power from the magic hand To bring about the ruin to the promised land
They turn the milk into sour Like the blue in the blood of my veins Why can't you see it Fire burnin' in hell with the cry of screaming pain Son of heaven set me free and let me go Sea turn dry no salt from sand Teeth don't shine like pearls for the poor man's eyes
Someone someone has drained the colour from my wings Broken my fairy circle ring And shamed the king in all his pride Changed the winds and wronged the tides Mother mercury mercury Look what I cannot run I cannot hide _________________________________________ My Fairy King (Queen)
I thought I'd share this with you....
The utmost thing that attracts my attention is not so much the doll as well the green "foggy" shape. IMO, its a vital element in this shot, and well lit in order to create a three dimensional form and the feeling of depth within this scene. In all fairness, I think this composition is less challenging than the previous one, mainly because too much information is relayed about the origin of the forms, obscured in the previous ones.
Thanks for devoting this photo to me, very much appreciated!
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{K:22477} 7/25/2004
