Monday, March 14, 2011

Something about Ingres' portraits have me mesmerized. In the faces there is such an extreme realism, and yet in the bodies an opposition to that realism - with stretched arms and oversized fingers and a kind of bizarre boneless-ness, all coupled with fabric so detailed that you can feel its texture. Each time I look at these faces I feel like I've met a stranger.


  1. LOL at shrimp - I love this post, Dimpoe. XO Te mando besitos, preciosa.