WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN
she is an amazing beutiful soft woman!!!!!!and when i look at her i know
WE WOMEN R VVVVVVRY SPECIAL!!!!!!!
AND WE SHOULD BE PROUD OF OUR GIFT FROM G-d
so women of the blog and the whole world
lets love and be happpppppy
Orly
I love her arms…around her legs forming an egg for me or a vessel, it’s like she disappears into nothingness.There are many shapes and forms, her ear and collarbone, the little hollow above her elbow,the lines of her hair like waves of an ocean, the triangle pointing to her yoni…
shadows and light…dancing music, living poetry…
I love this picture which is beyond words.
Shadows and light – the human form. Is this not what we are all composed of? Take this photograph and increase the brightness of exposure until it is saturated with light, and no image will remain – only a blank white page. We all, or at least most of us, want to show our bright side – we want to put our best face forward – whether to our friends, to a lover, or to the word in general – we want only to expose that part of ourselves that might be labeled and accepted as “good.” And yet it is the shadows that give form and shape to the silhouette. It is our mysteries, our unfathomed and yet secret depths that give us three-dimensionality and render us a living breathing beings. It is when we are able to cease with the pretense – when we are able to remove the mask we each put forth to the world – that we begin to truly know one another. When we step forth in complete and unashamed nakedness and share our shadows and dark unfathomable regions with another, that is the point at which we begin to reach a state of true intimacy.
The definition of a true “lover” is one who neither turns away in disgust at the shadows revealed in the form of the other, nor seeks to hide their own shadows beneath a cloak of shame. Only when two people stand thus wholly naked before one another can they claim to truly know one another at all. This does not happen very often, I believe, even in love relationships, even in marriage – to be a “lover,” by this definition, requires a sort of savage bravery as well as a willingness to accept imperfection (in oneself and in the other), both of which are virtues that most people, it seems, simply cannot summon up within themselves.
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Edward Weston
b. 1886 Highland Park, Illinois, d. 1958 Carmel, California
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“To clearly express my feeling for life with photographic beauty, present objectively the texture, rhythm, form in nature, without subterfuge or evasion in technique or spirit, to record the quintessence of the object or element before my lens, rather than an interpretation, a superficial phase, or passing mood–this is my way in photography. It is not an easy way.”
–Edward Weston
“Edward was never happy with the shadow on the right arm and I was never happy with the crooked hair,part and bobby pins. But when I see the picture unexpectedly. I remember most vividly Edward examining the print with a magnifying glass to decide if the few visible pubic hairs would prevent him from shipping it through the mail.” Charis Weston Wilson.
Nude 1936
I am happy with it, I think it’s beautiful, I like the pause so elegant.
I also like the 1945
“Winter idyll” swinging in the tree.Hope it was not too cold on that day.
Love
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
Perfect photo!
The incarnation of the meaning “FEMININ”!
Love,
Mirela(the woman in elevator)
i love more paintings and sculptures.But this seem a living sculpture,really beautiful.
WOMAN WOMAN WOMAN
she is an amazing beutiful soft woman!!!!!!and when i look at her i know
WE WOMEN R VVVVVVRY SPECIAL!!!!!!!
AND WE SHOULD BE PROUD OF OUR GIFT FROM G-d
so women of the blog and the whole world
lets love and be happpppppy
Orly
I love her arms…around her legs forming an egg for me or a vessel, it’s like she disappears into nothingness.There are many shapes and forms, her ear and collarbone, the little hollow above her elbow,the lines of her hair like waves of an ocean, the triangle pointing to her yoni…
shadows and light…dancing music, living poetry…
I love this picture which is beyond words.
Love
Hildegarde
xxx
E.Weston- Explosion.When five feelings are busy..
like the blue nude of Matisse’s painting.
Shadows and light – the human form. Is this not what we are all composed of? Take this photograph and increase the brightness of exposure until it is saturated with light, and no image will remain – only a blank white page. We all, or at least most of us, want to show our bright side – we want to put our best face forward – whether to our friends, to a lover, or to the word in general – we want only to expose that part of ourselves that might be labeled and accepted as “good.” And yet it is the shadows that give form and shape to the silhouette. It is our mysteries, our unfathomed and yet secret depths that give us three-dimensionality and render us a living breathing beings. It is when we are able to cease with the pretense – when we are able to remove the mask we each put forth to the world – that we begin to truly know one another. When we step forth in complete and unashamed nakedness and share our shadows and dark unfathomable regions with another, that is the point at which we begin to reach a state of true intimacy.
The definition of a true “lover” is one who neither turns away in disgust at the shadows revealed in the form of the other, nor seeks to hide their own shadows beneath a cloak of shame. Only when two people stand thus wholly naked before one another can they claim to truly know one another at all. This does not happen very often, I believe, even in love relationships, even in marriage – to be a “lover,” by this definition, requires a sort of savage bravery as well as a willingness to accept imperfection (in oneself and in the other), both of which are virtues that most people, it seems, simply cannot summon up within themselves.
Perfect photo!
Museum Home Arrow Explore Art Arrow Artists
Artists
Edward Weston
b. 1886 Highland Park, Illinois, d. 1958 Carmel, California
photographer
American
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“To clearly express my feeling for life with photographic beauty, present objectively the texture, rhythm, form in nature, without subterfuge or evasion in technique or spirit, to record the quintessence of the object or element before my lens, rather than an interpretation, a superficial phase, or passing mood–this is my way in photography. It is not an easy way.”
–Edward Weston
A beautiful photograph.
LOVE,
Thelma
“Edward was never happy with the shadow on the right arm and I was never happy with the crooked hair,part and bobby pins. But when I see the picture unexpectedly. I remember most vividly Edward examining the print with a magnifying glass to decide if the few visible pubic hairs would prevent him from shipping it through the mail.” Charis Weston Wilson.
Nude 1936
I am happy with it, I think it’s beautiful, I like the pause so elegant.
I also like the 1945
“Winter idyll” swinging in the tree.Hope it was not too cold on that day.
Love