Melted Rose

My dream

2008-02-17T07:56:00.000-08:00

Another work made for Deviant Art. It took me quite some time to make it, but now that it's finally done, I have a feeling of sympathy towards it. Enjoy :)

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata

2008-01-24T00:01:00.000-08:00

And than I thought to myself... "even Beethoven has gone deaf... Even the piano will crumble one day and the eternal silence will come, even you will lose your eyesight and won't be able to taste the beauty of this world with your eyes.You won't see the light of the sun ever again, won't see your lover's face anymore, won't enjoy the colors of the flowers and the softness of these big white clouds over a summer field... Won't see the rough texture of the trees' bark, the dew diamonds on the grass blades in the morning... Because you'll simply stumble in a total darkness, powerless, helpless, pathetic, pitiful. But there's one thing you can do until the black curtain falls: you can build a world that darkness cannot destroy, a world made from light and beauty, where nobody can enter, but you. You can expand it day by day by day until the moment will come for you to leave this dreadful place."

In a girl's mind

2008-01-16T08:26:00.000-08:00

Another introspective work, sort of. You can take it either as the mind of a normal girl who dreams about ice cream and lollipops ( many girls love sweets, me included ;))or you can take it as the brain of an artist, full of color and strange combinations between different scraps.

If you really want to have this as a desktop wallpaper, I can give it to you, but only if you write me at the email address written on it. :)

quarterlife

2008-01-15T12:36:00.000-08:00

I've discovered a "fresh" sitcom called quarterlife. It's about young people trying to find their own place in this big chaotic world, which is governed by rules they sometimes don't understand or accept. They are childish and mature all the same as they learn how to deal with life issues such as finding a job, managing their romantic life, and fighting for their rights and opinions.

I relate with many things from every episode ( which, by the way, lasts only 10 minutes, quite enough to enjoy during a coffee break).

The best thing about it all is that nothing is ( so far) fake or idealized. Everything is at our reach, 'cause we all know that we've been there before.

And another great thing about this sitcom is that it promotes art and undiscovered artists... That's the main reason why I'm advertising it :))

So... check it out. Maybe you'll relate too.

http://www.quarterlife.com/

My Christmas Card to all of you

2007-12-24T13:46:00.001-08:00

The Little Heart Mender
Once upon a time, when people still had a heart inside of them...
Once upon a time, long long ago, when people still believed in angles and fairytales.
In that time, at the border of a great forest, there was a big tree where all those who had their hearts broken and cracked colud leave them there for a while for mending.

Inside the tree there leaved the spirit of a little girl who got out of her hiding place every night and mended the hearts, making them brand new and warm, able to feel joy and to love again. She then put them into tiny little boxes and sent a crow to deliver them to the owners.

The little mender had to work harder than ever just before the Christmas Eve, because at that time, many more persons realized that they really wanted their hearts to be filled with joy and happiness...

As centuries passed, people didn't believe anymore in love and therefore, they didn't realize that their hearts were mutilated by the hatred and ugliness of the world. They didn't need the little mender anymore. Most of them managed to get to a respectable age with a stone in their chest instead of heart, without filling its heaviness and its coldness.

The little mender was totally forgotten. Nobody can tell where's the tree where she lived or if she still lives or not. Maybe the tree was cut by the wood industry and the little mender died because the world doesn't believe in feelings anymore...

Ada Milea, Ninge

2007-12-23T09:04:00.000-08:00

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Ninge-asa frumos afara
Lumea s-a inchis in casa
Si infipta in mancare
E mai grasa, mai frumoasa

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Copilasii unsurosi
Se strecoara-n asternuturi
Si cu pofta de sub unghii
Clantane si-nghit rebuturi

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Iar parintii se imbata
Sorb cu zgomot din pocale
Sfasaie cu dintii lacomi
Bucati din foste-animale

Si se simt mai buni si veseli
Pentru ca e sarbatoare
Fericirea lor de pinde
Ding ding ding
Doar de mancare

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Mos Craciun c-un sac de daruri
Trecea-ngandurat pe-afara
O familie de sarmani
L-a rapit si il prepara

Iar acum cu bucurie
Va anunt: ·Lumea-i mai buna!·
Suntem toti in farfurie
Ding ding ding
Pofta buna
Ding ding dïng
Pofta buna

Translation:
Ding ding ding...

It's snowing so beautifully outside
Everybody has locked themselves in the house
And with their tooth stuck in the food
They are fatter and more charming

Ding ding ding

Greasy children
Go to bed
And cravingly,they shiver
And swallow rests
From under their nails

And their parents get drunk
Gulping noisily from mugs
And ripping greedily
Pieces from once animals

Ding ding ding

And they all feel better and chipper
Because it's holiday again
Their happiness depends
Ding ding ding
Only on food

Ding ding ding

Santa with a sac of presents
Was passing by, preoccupied
But he was kidnapped by a poor family
And know he is being cooked

And now, with joy,
I announce you:
The world is better
Because we're all lying on a plate
Ding ding ding
Bon apetit!
Ding ding ding
Bon apetit!

Sorry, my translation is really poor, but I hope you get the main picture. Is actually a sort of anti-carol, because it puts us in front of the enormous greed that characterizes people in the period of Winter Holidays.
At least, in Romania, in order to respect the custom, you have to spend the last penny on food and drink. Bon apetit! :)

romanian christmas carol...

2007-12-23T08:37:00.000-08:00

And here comes another wonderful Christmas... Another time to celebrate, to give and to receive, to forgive, to believe... I really guess that in these times of consumerism, the accent is on give and receive. What? Love, care, tenderness? Now, folks, don't be naive :)) Presents, of course. Is love a tangible present? Something one can put in a box? Of course not... You have to prove it by buying something quite expensive and luxurious to your belove, right/ So, my darlings, attack the supermarkets, the malls and find something nice, something desired, a dress, a ring, a necklace. BUY, BUY, BUY, BUY. You don't have the money? BORROW them. The main thing about Christmas is to BUY THE WHOLE WORLD, right?

And thus we forget... we forget that some 2000 years ago, a man that probably changed our entire perception of life and death, of wealth and poverty, was being born in the most humble place in Bethlehem, a stable. No electricity, no roasted turkey on the table, no pudding, no pie.
There was a small group that witnessed his birth, people that really mattered. Shepherds, because he was to become a "shepherd" for humans, his human "parents", the angels, who were heavenly emissaries and in the end, the three Magi.

And as years pass, we forget. We forget to give to persons that really matter and to give things that really matter. I'm going to post a small Romanian carol, a modern Romanian carol, written by a person I really admire, Ada Milea. It's called "It's Snowing". And I'm going to translate it for you, maybe you'll find it interesting.

Unfinished Simphony

2007-11-29T13:38:00.000-08:00

When the composer starts to write down the tune that obsesses him at a certain moment, an infinity of possibilities appear with every note of the new music that rises up from the depths of his soul. It's like a road with many many paths that lead towards different Unknowns. It's up to the traveler, as well as the artist to chose.

This work of mine is done out of such a choice. It may seem childish or rough, especially the character. I know, it's a vectorial image and I'm just brushing up on my skills in working with vectors. I've done it for practice first of all. I've come to a point in my creation process where I'd rather step backward a little than repeat the same tune over and over again like an old record machine.

Secondly, of course it has a story, like any creation on this earth. But maybe I'll tell it later. Or not. Maye I'll let you chose from that infinity of possibilities to tell the story of my character. Enjoy.

P.S. I had to add a watermark. I'm not very familiar with Blogger and I don't know if viewers can or cannot download my works. So, as a measure of safety, I did this. It's also very fair from my point of view, because I've worked almost 40 hours on this and I don't want to reduce them to zero.

Bye for now.

The_Beauty_Within

2007-11-23T11:13:00.000-08:00

Her soul wanders beyond the darkness around her... Far away, to the ocean, to the waves of silky glass that fold in the wind. She tries incessantly to find an escape, a door in the sky, to enter the world where dreams can become reality. Even if it will take forever... Even if she'll be lost for this world, she wants to fly away, to leave everything behind. Maybe there would be things to keep her here, but they are few. One day, her soul will rise in the air, weightless like a butterfly, beautiful and will find that door to her dreams.

Drawn_to_the_light

2007-11-04T06:42:00.000-08:00

This illustration is moreover a sort of "art for art's sake" kind of piece, although the philosophy beneath it quite deep. It's about all night insects that are inexplicably drawn to any source of light. The problem is that more than a half of these insects fly to close to the light and so their wings catch fire because of the heat it emanates and they fall to the ground and die. It's a fascinating and infinitely repeating ritual of nature. I'm not a scientist, I'm just an artist, I have no idea why these little one-day creatures are doing this.
Also, I'm not a psychologist and I don't know why I'm drawn like an insect to the light of his passion, although I know deep inside that I'll get burnt and eventually, I'll fall to the ground and break all my bones, again and again and again...

A_little_magic_for_a_princess

2007-10-31T09:57:00.000-07:00

She meets the Magician every day, in his castle built of dreams, near the Sea of Wonders. He can feel the beats of her heart and he creates magic that only her heart can see. When she is sad, he brings about birds of light and butterflies to fly over the sea and take her sadness away. He makes her princess over a world of pure beauty that exists just for them two and nobody else. Their world has no porch, no key, no window, just stairs of light and arches of fantasy...

And they meet there every day, like two old friends. They have the feeling that they've known each other for an eternity. She rewards him with the beauty and innocence of her smile and he gives her gifts that last till the sun goes down to sleep in his pillow of clouds... Their own story is just another fairytale: it never existed, but lasts from the beginning of world...

Wake up...

2007-10-26T08:56:00.000-07:00

They stay there, on each side of a grave. They are weeping the same man, the same lover. One, beautiful as the night, as the moon itself, melts the stars with her passion which turns into a deep, insane grief. The other, cold like a stone, like marble, slowly turns into a statue as seconds fly away. Two ways to cry after a dying love, two ways to love meet near the stone of the same grave...
They both want him to wake up, to live again, even if their hatred will revive again, stronger than ever. But they would gladly be enemies again than face the emptiness that he left when he was gone.

Sade's Dream

2007-10-09T05:09:00.000-07:00

Like on a big scene with no actors, she dies alone, peacefully... So little she bleeds and those small drops resemble rubies falling gentle over her perfect, white breasts. She's almost gone now... killed with a rose, no more... Just a rose.

The_Enchantress

2007-10-03T01:09:00.001-07:00

Forbidden Love

2007-09-23T12:47:00.000-07:00

As for this one, I made it for a contest on Deviant Art, which was called Secret Love/ Forbidden Love. There was a section for Secret Love and respectively one for Forbidden Love. I went for the "uncharted" teritory of forbidden love.
I tried to give to my work an air of old rock glamour. I wanted to make it more shocking and violent first, but after I had been working on it for some time, I realized that this was the best choice.
I wanted to suggest the idea of unfortunate melange, of liaison that is both unwanted and impossible to break. Hope u like it.

Beauty_Hearts

2007-09-23T12:44:00.000-07:00

This is my latest work. It's a gothic-inspired piece. Actually it's more of a study of mine, an exercise, than a true work. I tried to combine traditional art with digital art. ( Photoshop CS).

my latest creation

2007-09-05T05:48:00.000-07:00

I guess we're all somehow obsessed with the supernatural. It's in our nature to be drawn to something that we cannot fully understand with our sense and sensibility. I feel particularly attracted to angels (light or dark). And this is one of the best works that I've done that centers on such unique creatures.
It's done in Photoshop CS and it's available at my Gallery on Deviantart.com

If you are dropping by, please give me your suggestions and opinions, because I'm a beginner and I really need the public's response in order to grow.