CORPSE ART

#0119 Black wreath

Description

Rushing, fleeting and inconstant – like a silk ribbon in the wind … Today, it’s a sash with an eternal message.

As beautiful as a rose, she played the harlequin time, while time played with her, deceiving with wealth and splendour.
They lose their bodily materiality and feminine fragrances drift away into oblivion. Together with them, there were wonderful alabaster breasts, which aroused the lust of dragoons and hussars.

Scraps of a past fairground vanity. A layer of the hustle and bustle and splendour of forms thrown onto a colourful background of old excitement and revival. Immaculate lovers, dazzling with sophistication and courtly elegance ... no longer present.
Fragments and shades from the land of decay, persistently relegated to non-existence, press against each other again and again.

Among the withering petals her Harlequin disappears - it is old and toothless. In temporal tearing, she goes to the eternal abyss, although she still wants to cancel the inevitability by animating the heart’s quivering, the reaction of the eye’s pupil.

Despair of shaggy Bijou - a dog’s soul cries under a white fur, suspended in a void filled with longing. Columbina’s doll with arms and legs in ragged helplessness is thrown into the corner. It’s a time of passing.

Columbine didn’t quite die, did she?

The black chrysanthemum of memory creates her bridge to eternity.