She's The Last of The English Roses: I am the trick my mother played on the world.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

I am the trick my mother played on the world.

A Couple, Henry P.Raleigh

1 comment:

Zehra said...: I am in love with this picture! Notice the detailing on the woman's face. She seems to represent some sort of purity yet sex appeal. The man is lean and older and darker. Teensy Weensy menacing.The colouring is just exquisite. I love the greens!
Thanks for posting this lovely painting!; January 30, 2010 at 8:53 AM

"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweatheart.