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Freedom Window Poster

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PosterSchweres Posterpapier, seidenmatte Oberfläche

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Freedom Window

All images are @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2011 . All rights reserved. FEATURED in ALTERED BY DESIGN, January 16th, 2011 I have fancied this horizon with a couple, though I cannot tell they are exactly the main subjects. They are the souls vanishing thanks to the wonderful blending modes of Photoshop. All that is here is my own photographing. Amazing mixture of textures that are really as they are. Just playing with gradients and blending modes, so that it gives the shade and tones and the crepitating sense of inter-belonging I can scape from…. singular trodden horizons. Eternal confusion meant by indolent breathing clouds. Oranges about to grow wings, and let drop the juice out of, bittersweet thoughts. Too tight a prison love embraces of unique tension, received on the Throne of Lust. Walled past, with private ghosts. Sleeking reflections moving along. Framing definitions on my Soul, perpetrated by eyes deprived of…. depth and imagination…sometimes my own. Islands as like sailing on an earthquake, crepitating their roots made of shells. Music of the Spheres, almost weening. Long Dark Nights of the Soul, misting my outlines and losing hopes. I can scape as long as you are there, my lover, tender, covering my back, so tight in heart and so faithful…as gold. And the window…cutting hard the jail, has exhaled the light, and let my vision, fly and shoot the Moon, that has been hiding, behind the Map of Unconsciousness Rosa @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2011 . All rights reserved