My wife was very pregnant at the time and the ninth month came with no sign of deliverance. Here sits the mother/nature/goddess/venus in her oystershell entirely superior to the grind of father time, and amuses herself by blowing bubbles; that age-old passtime that inspires the dream in young and old. Little dreams; beady worlds; soapy pearls. At a more serious tack, it is actually a playful piece with in mind Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus'. Here the mighty wild horse embodies the Divinity, inspired into contemplation by the shameless, immaculate beauty of Venus.
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Dusan Vukovic 28 May 2012
stunning workCristina Andrisan 22 Mar 2012
ohh...im amazed!Lesley Hartwell 21 Dec 2011
Lovely! really really lovely.Claude Prud' homme 13 Dec 2011
beautiful, I think your art is different and fantastic