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Speaking a Dead Language

Published: Mar 31, 2010

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_{Apparently I just needed something really depressing, awful and devastating to happen with me. I feel inspired again. It's sad though...

I listened to this song while making it: [link] "Speaking a Dead Language" by Joy Williams

You're speaking a dead, dead language
You don't sound like yourself
I hope its just lost in translation
So why don't you show? Don't try to tell

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The story of this image:

I was overcoming something quite sad and depressing this time. I hadn't created a digital image in months, I was way behind with everything related to art. I had deep problems with trust in my relationship and I often found myself thinking: "What's the meaning of this?"

Art was lost to me.

A few more not-so-joyful events and I fell into something so dark, so overwhelming and everything was fading away like the sun sets into the ocean, the only difference being the fact that it will never rise again.

It was a time of loneliness. It was a time of memories, reading my secret notebooks all over and over again to remind myself of love and hope. These notebooks - they are the only things left now. They're all I have.

There was a relationship not so long ago where I loved with all my soul, giving away everything I had and receiving nothing in return. It was painful, yet so beautiful. It was pure like the first snow that has no dirty footsteps on it.
I had loved like this only once before and it felt like the first time.
My notebooks brought back all the memories.

The words written in black ink filled the white sheets that had seen so much tears, so much sadness a little heart can hide. These sheets have seen me breaking into thousand pieces until there is nothing left of my soul that could love again.

There was this one person who I fell in love with and who never felt the same - I was only thirteen back then and all he wanted was to abuse me. He made up rules and I followed him blindly, almost giving in - but I found the strenght to fight him, to deny his selfish wants, to break the circle he had built around my soul.

There was art, it saved me.
And even after all these years I'm grateful that creating a visual piece of art once helped me to overcome something so awful.
And this is the reason I am submitting this piece to *evilpixie71's contest: [link]

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I painted the hair strand by strand and here is a close-up image (100%): [link]

After months of avoiding Photoshop and working only with commissions, I'm really happy with the result. Yet, constructive criticism is always appreciated.

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stocks:

+ =Kechake-stock [model: will be available in a few days]
+ ~Banana-Workshop [background]
+ *Shoofly-Stock [heart]
+ =FrozenStarRo [brushes]
+ ~teatoo [veils]}