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Bleeding Soul
Published: 2011-09-24 23:03:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 13656; Favourites: 471; Downloads: 179
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I guess I can feel even more horrible than I'm a Fake (keizie.deviantart.com/art/I-m-… .So, yeah.
I strapped my boobs down so I'd look more unisex :/.
God that hurt
. Anyway- Model is me, make-up by me, train of emotions by me.
Why is the blood sparkly? Well, it's not normal bleeding.
It's soul bleeding.
Nothing more to say.
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31-08-2013:
I've been asked about this picture a lot last two years. The true meaning behind it.
I never take pictures to just tell my story. I 'sell' an emotion, an idea. I try to create something that you can relate to, in any kind of way. So I was hesitant to share the story. But considering the questions,
I'll just reply here so I won't get inboxed about it anymore lol.
This image, to me, is about someone I love and have lost. I shot this image one evening while the process of losing that person started, and while I was well aware of it, but yet it wasn't in my power to stop the loss.
Love isn't always pure. It doesn't always come in the perfect shape or form, at the right time, or in the way we expect it. Love can be a dirty little liar. It can be sick. It can disguise itself for many years,
and suddenly reveal its true nature when you least expect it.
It's a wonderful thing, love. But it can have sharp edges. The moment I realised what I was dealing with, and what it had caused, something broke, deep inside me.
It wasn't just my heart, but something deeper. It was my very being, that realised how much I had betrayed myself, by keeping my eyes closed for so long.
A part of my soul left me that night, because it couldn't live with the idea of what my being had caused.
Ever since, I've tried to get it back. No luck so far. But I have hopes. Maybe one day, the ghost that haunts me but refuses to reveal itself to me,
will come back, and give me peace.
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And writing bad nightmares that swung between reality and dreams, because he did not remember anything that was true of her dreams and fantasies unwise, if not invented them to be cautious in their utterances that were very strong, full of vigor and wisdom, but no one believed him so wonderful that described, with such passion that he saw them and were so intense that sometimes end up believing him. Plus insisted not only take care about their intricate stories were so crazy for them but for the emotions were crazy and sweet ambrosia, but one day woke up with blood on his chin and with the same blood, bathed in anger, wrote these lines:
I have broken face, as it has done with the heart so many times, these beautiful women in dreams and hurt me after you miss me entertain, but love and drop, single red drop between the drop and drop embellish puddle, crimson red roses are beautiful but when you get hurt playing without thinking, distilled springs, sticky sap that is not stored or why they were imprisoned; flow like rain cloudy hardships that slips between the sidewalks, streets, mowing, and crooked alleys, but not a drop or a stain on my skin more glassy than writhing in pain when you go through the tender roses laugh stinging pain of his actions, no more excuse than his betrayal and madness that are not ashamed but we all fear; goodbye to god nightmares and hallucinations roses because tonight cut end off my bond with them and throw them in the underworld with my anger boiling to burn as dry incense that smell, perfume the cracks of their hearts, if they have one, if not wither and that the deletion of this universe.
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Sparkilng blood makes me think of strawberry jam. mmmmm....strawberry jam. Not to be wrong or anything, I just really like srawberry jam.
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SO breathtaking. The concept is amazing. As would the ability to see how much people are truly hurting on the inside.
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This looks so incredible, the emotion is amazing, and the makeup is spectacular! LOVE it!
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I'm glad you do, thank you for taking time to comment 
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i saw alot of your work, ive always wondered what it would be like to have myself done like that and see the results. everyone says i have big beautiful eyes, and been said i look like cristina ricci but with big cheek bones. but thats what i was told lol.
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Sometimes raw is the best way to express 
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Fake blood, golden glitter (mixed those two together), black eyeliner, purple lipstick mixed with blood and black paint, and, black paint 
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I'm glad it does 
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I love the integration of your concept and photography, and powerful stuff.
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Thank you very much for taking time to comment, I'm glad you like it. My goal in my 'personal' (I coud call it artistic too, but that sounds so vain lol. I just mean non commercial work
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The dynamic range in your style of photography is evident enough of your knowledge of photography. As for being an artist, i consider you one because your work makes me think, makes me feel, stirs something worth stirring. Continue creating. Best wishes!
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