Okay folks, those of you who know me long and well enough know that i don't really play by the rules of the game and whenever i post something in here there ain't much of a connection to what's being talked @ the moment and, amazingly enough, i get away wit it, well almost...with small, but significant exceptions when i'm called out on it. Well, i ain't about to change my colors. Sure hope nobody expects some truly relevant and “current” comments from my shaggy Shabby behind lol.
Y'all betta pay attention though cause i'm about to get brilliant and that don't happen very often, only every two minutes or so lol. Didn't i mention already that i'm not only smokin' hot, so much so that steam comes out of my every pore even in freezing temperatures, but i also have a mind sharper than a razor? And as if that wasn't enough i also have a most wicked sense of humor. I'm soo funny that i laugh at my own jokes, alongside others, of course. Thing is, not only do i make folks laugh, but i can also make them cry, everyone from little boys to grown men, either cause of sheer delight or cause they can't live without my bad self. And on top of it aaall, my modesty and humility are my best
assets.
Putting jokes aside and lame attempts at demonstrating that sense of humor which would be the only thing close to reality from all of the above lies, i got a pretty long post comin' up (how surprising, right? looool). Thing is, this time around i'll try to keep my ramblin' to a minimum (whatever dat means in my terms); there ain't gonna be no pictures and no videos either. Some might wonder – what is there left then? How bout some paintings? Not only one or a couple of them, but many, reaaally many.
By pure and simple chance i discovered the work of an amazing artist of Russian origin called
Vladimir Kush who now lives in Hawaii. All copyright belongs to him. The pictures i am about to post are taken from
www.paragonfineart.com I instantly feel in love with his paintings which belong, according to him, to the metaphorical realism style; i think that is very good definition for his work.
Looking thru them it got me thinkin' of this thread and the possible story behind it, IF of course there is such a creature as the litdg. Goes without sayin' that all that i'm bout to put in here is mere speculation on my part (kinda like them movie disclaimers – any and all resemblance to any real person is sheer coincidence) since i've never met either of the “characters” of this plot, i'm just speculatin' my imagination away. In any case, let's all make this an exercise in imagination and enjoy some beautiful art. I'll be using italics for the name of the paitings, or slight variations of them. Here goes the story i 'saw'.....
Once upon a time, in an
atlas of wonder
the
book of books had set aside a story unlike no other between a man and a woman. Theirs was no ordinary love.
She was
a waiting rose
and he was
Icarus who had burnt his wings flying in too close a promixity to the sun of fame and infatuation far too many times.
When they found real love in each other they felt as though the
flower ship had finally arrived in the ports of their lives
and they had found
the keys to each other's heart.
She was his
hibiscus dancer
his
cinderella princess
and
the candle that kept him warm
and in the
music of the woods the love they had was hot like fire
and they shared the
fiery dance cause theirs was a groovy kind of love.
In the
anticipation of night's shelter
while he was
moonwatching keeping her safe wrapped up in his thoughts
she was sleeping peacefully on her
pillow book.
And after an
invite for lunch
as the
tide of time was pushing through the sea of life
they left the
wardrobe, the lion and the witch behind
cause they got in the way of the
morning blossom
and because they wanted to do things properly in
the pursu
e of lust
their
shells became one and it felt right, just as it should have.
They thought they had reached the
garden of eden
and its
walnut.
They had reached such a surreal kind of happiness they felt as though they were flying without wings and even though she could fly, she needed his wings and even though she shined in the darkness, she craved the light he brought. There was so much love between them they thought they had sailed away on the
winged ship and nobody could come betweent them
only to discover in
the fauna of la Mancha their dreams shattered
by the
green apple of confusion, pride, fear and envy. There wasn't any witch around to be blamed, but they were left wondering – was it ever real, was it an illusion, wasn't it all just in their heads?
Still...worlds apart, they were hoping for a time when they would once again toast to their
time together
and even though the
spiral of time kept them apart for what seemed like an eternity
they fought
to the full top because they knew their love was worth all the pain and heartache.
And in the
safehaven of a place known only to them
defying the laws of physics they managed to make time stand still for
a moment
a moment long enough to
confess to each other their mistakes and the undying love for one another. And although he was the first to stand on his knees, she followed him shortly to the ground in a loving embrace sharing tears of happiness at their renewed joy and blessing.
But.....the merciless
arrow of time came in, shot him in the heart
and the last time she saw him he was walking though
the doors of the neverending
night.
Her heart was broken, almost beyond repair but she knew she had to go on because at the end of
the metamorphosis of life on earth
they would
always be
together
in
heaven.
A beautiful story, right? Sad at times, but always enchanting proving that
love is not only the greatest show on earth, but also the most powerful force in the universe.
And when we are talking about the blessed connection between a man and a woman then it has a power so great that nothing can defeat it - human frailties, less than favorable circumstances, the enemy's deceit or even death.
Vladimir Kush truly is amazing, isn't he? Here's a very illustrative quote from him “
Due to political and geographic restraints, i was forced to travel with my mind as a child, and it is this most of all that has shaped my artistic perception and voice, but I would likely never have painted the colors or clouds seen in my paintings if it hadn’t been for the sights of my tropical, second home.” You can read more about his life story and see other works of his at
http://www.paragonfineart.com/artists/vladimir-kush.html I bet Asedora will enjoy it
nice to see ya back btw.
Y'all excuse the interruption, chao chiao. :cheeky: See you all soon, perhaps a lot sooner than expected or desired.
