Simple and yet powerful, the hair like the stream of water, the landscape two bodies, beating hearts, love in motion. Brilliant and so wonderful, I could imagine it in a book accompanying old beautiful poetry. "Lamp Of Love" by Rabindranath Tagore,(1861 - 1941 / Calcutta / India)*****Light, oh where is the light?**Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!**There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame--is such thy fate, my heart?**Ah, death were better by far for thee!***Misery knocks at thy door,**and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,**and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.**The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.**I know not what this is that stirs in me--I know not its meaning.**A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,**and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.***Light, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!**It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.**The night is black as a black stone.**Let not the hours pass by in the dark.**Kindle the lamp of love with thy life. My deepest respects to you and to your art, Katerina
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lunasz:
Very good composition, subtlety colours. Amazing job. Congratulations.
Posted Jan 29, 2011 6:53amKaterina Koehlerova:
Simple and yet powerful, the hair like the stream of water, the landscape two bodies, beating hearts, love in motion. Brilliant and so wonderful, I could imagine it in a book accompanying old beautiful poetry. "Lamp Of Love" by Rabindranath Tagore,(1861 - 1941 / Calcutta / India)*****Light, oh where is the light?**Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!**There is the lamp but never a flicker of a flame--is such thy fate, my heart?**Ah, death were better by far for thee!***Misery knocks at thy door,**and her message is that thy lord is wakeful,**and he calls thee to the love-tryst through the darkness of night.**The sky is overcast with clouds and the rain is ceaseless.**I know not what this is that stirs in me--I know not its meaning.**A moment's flash of lightning drags down a deeper gloom on my sight,**and my heart gropes for the path to where the music of the night calls me.***Light, oh where is the light! Kindle it with the burning fire of desire!**It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void.**The night is black as a black stone.**Let not the hours pass by in the dark.**Kindle the lamp of love with thy life. My deepest respects to you and to your art, Katerina
Posted Mar 18, 2011 4:57amRidha :
Fantastic work and very nice colors!!
Posted May 24, 2011 8:15amgalya_listopadova:
very nice
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