O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible wormThat flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy:And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.--"The Sick Rose" by William Blake
Has been hanging in my dining room to dry for far too long. I can't even remember who gave it to me, for cripe's sakes. Gonna snap the head off this sucker and throw it in the glass jar of other dead rose petals. When I get a sufficient number, I'm going to do something cool with them -- like maybe make some potpourri or whatever else might stink pretty.
It was another infrared experiment with a posterizing effect added afterward.
7 comments:
Different. Light seems to be a bit strong ... or the shadows are out of kilter with the rest of the picture.
Interesting, makes you think
I works very well with the poem
Beautiful...in a creepy, dead, crispy sort of way. ;) Love the poem too!
not sure I like the green - but it is very interesting and emotive, especially with the poem linked to it.
I like the double meaning in the poem :) I think a softer light from more to the side would improve the shot, giving more depth to the Rose like there is depth to the poem.
Cool shot, and very interesting with the poem.
I'm not a fan of the hue though. Just my personal taste...
Very appropriate, I think, it looks like the epitome of diseased beauty. Blake makes me happy. This picture makes me want to crawl into a hole and cuddle that deadrosething to sleep.
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