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chrysalis-of-glass — Holes in Stained Glass
Published: 2012-05-30 03:04:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 874; Favourites: 24; Downloads: 11
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I based this work on an excerpt from a very beautiful poem called "The City Told Me", by SabbathLiterature. The full poem is at [link]"The photographer stands in the cathedral,
Looking up at smashed windows,
Holes in stained glass filling with night."
The poem has a sort of sad, haunting beauty to it, and I certainly hope that I've captured a small piece of that here.
Walls: [link]
Windows: [link]
Floor: [link]
Person sitting: [link]
Reticella Lace: [link]
Floral Lace: [link]
Satin: [link]
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Thank you very much!
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I like this! Beautiful colours and textures, and the sadness.
Excellent work!
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Thank you very much! 
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I get inspiration from people's pics on here, and have knocked out a quick ode to go with one or two.
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Huh, I've never tried that before; it's kind of cool how the artists of all kinds draw from and reinterpret one anothers' work; it's like an endless cycle of inspiration.
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It's just the spur-of-the-moment thought that sparks a response, then the muse kicks in.
I think we all pick up feeds from others works, whether we realise it or not. Maybe some act on them, some not. It's got to be a good thing one way or another.
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Definitely a good thing, and I don't believe it's limited to other artwork, either - whether intentionally or subconsciously, I think all artwork is a response to ideas and impressions in the world around us. 
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I've often been driving around during the day, and had a split-second glimmer, and started to mentally 'write' an ode or poem. But by the time I get home, it's all gone. Dissolved into the day's stress pool. Ho-Hum!
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Oh, yeah, that happens to me all the time. Darn ADD moments. 
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I'd have to get a dictaphone. Can't really write when driving.
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Well, yeah ... death is sometimes unpleasant. Or so I hear.
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Hmmm! Depends which side of it you're on. On the oblivious side, there are no more problems. On this side, it's the worst thing on Earth!
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Being a father who has lost my only child, I know the life-destroying trauma it brings.
I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but so very sadly, it happens.
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I'm OK. Never be the same as I was in so many ways, but I'm OK.
Thank you!
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No problem! 
You're a beautiful and brave person; I can't imagine handling grief like that. 
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I thank you for your kind words.
I don't feel brave, as I regard bravery as a courageous act, selflessly, willfully carried out in the interests of others. When you suffer the loss of a dear one, an act not of your own making, it's just a matter of living with it. You survive or go under. Having not had a great childhood myself, I have had to learn that surviving, and mainly alone at that, is the only option open to me.
I'm sad... I cry... But I get on with things as best as I can. A great sense of humour has helped pull me through most things.
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It's the least I can do. You are very wise, and I don't doubt for a moment that you can weather through this. But I sincerely hope that, whether in a month or five years, you won't have to survive through this alone.
And yes, I can certainly see how humor could be a lifeline at times like that.
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