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AliceMeichi — 'Ophelia'
Published: 2005-08-20 08:33:20 +0000 UTC; Views: 3636; Favourites: 135; Downloads: 334
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Completed: April 2003Medium: Oil on canvas
And you don't seem to understand
A shame you seemed an honest man
And all the fears you hold so dear
Will turn to whisper in your ear
And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling, I am fading, I am drowning,
Help me to breathe
I am hurting, I have lost it all
I am losing
Help me to breathe...
Ophelia is one of my favorite literary characters, and I utilized this surrealistic approach to capture some of her madness that classic (and better) artists didn't tend to touch upon in their portrayal of her... Flowers and her dress.. Drowning. The upside-down text describing words associated with the chaotic emotions of femininity, such as "Hysteria".. Falling up from the orchestrated symphony of space into the tumultuous sea..
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Comments: 19
Wow, this is just masterfully done. All the different aspects and effects blend together so well to give off this feel...Stunning work!
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absolute. beauty. :] i love the way you portrayed her thoughts and emotions into one ecliptical painting.
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Hey I saw you at Otakon and bought a print of this...sadly I gave it up to my mom but she loves it as much as I do...are you coming back to otakon...I need to buy more of your prints!
I totally love this painting and now that I found you I can at least admire it on the computer.
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I will definitely be at next Otakon. 
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Queen Gertrude:
There is a willow grows askant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.
There with fantastic garlands did she make
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples,
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them.
There, on the pendent boughs her crownet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke,
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds,
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element. But long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
i love this
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wow gorgeous. o.O such wonderful flow to it.
love the different shades of blue.
It has amazing detail and you did a great job with it
stunning.
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the clothing is so nicely done, has great shadows and depth. I like this alot. everything about it, well done
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the clothing is so nicely done, has great shadows and depth. I like this alot. everything about it, well done
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Soaring, arresting, and beautiful; the fingers all by themselves are breathtaking!
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So beautiful!
I love the colors, the blue is somehow deep..
And I like the feeling that I'm having when I look at this.. Harmony must be the word I'm looking for...
Good work!
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Very nice, the first time I've seen Opelia completely submerged.
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This has evokes such a "surrendering" to the viewer, I love the soft darkness, I love the feeling of this work. BEAUTIFUL.
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I loved this picture and I truly believe that it deserves more than just 2 favourites! People on DA can be really interesting sometimes -_-
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Beautifully done -- I love the stars and space at the bottom and the intimation of her rising into the sea -- great imagery.
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