Thursday, 10 April 2008

There's a Stair in Her Hair


"There's a stair in her hair" he said.
"Where?" she said.
"There"

13 comments:

Shelley Noble said...

Wow. What a completely sensational folktale element you have created, Rima. Thank goodness you exist.

Jess said...

Oh Rima I so love this! I've just given you an award on my blog btw!x

Blog Princess said...

I love the way you paint, the way you see things and recreate them. I always feel my conciousness stretching when I look at your paintings and it feels very good! I guess this is what it is to be an artist, and you are very much a very special one.

I hope this makes sense. :)

Amy Short said...

Oh wow...I really admire those who can paint with wathercolour. Brilliant!! What a clever idea.
:o)
Amy

willow said...

Your imagination is amazing, Rima. Your paintings are a joy!

mama p said...

Wow, this one is so loose and amazing-- the paint really speaks volumes for itself, you don't have to add much to it. Do you find yourself painting in these light washes very often?

paula said...

I love this. I love the idea and the pencil-inky-watery-ness of it too :o) x

Isabel said...

Your work has such depth. It calls to us, because it opens doors and makes us climbs "those" stairs to attics never visited but where magic in our lives lies hidden tied with soul strings...

Erasmuse said...

I am enthralled with your work and so happy to have found your site. Your site is truly inspirational. It opens up the things that we usually try to keep shadowed. Thank you for sharing!

Do you mind if I list you as a link on my blog? No need for you to reciprocate.

Pam
http://alteredmymuse.wordpress.com/

Eric Orchard said...

This one is absolutely amazing, one of my favorites.

Raluca C said...

stair in her hair...great image...this one (and the thought behind)is amazing!Great job!

bh said...

Gorgeous.

This immediately brings to mind a quote from Bob Dylan:

He took dead-center aim
but he missed just the same
she was waiting,
putting flowers on the shelf.

She could feel my despair
as I climbed up her hair
and discovered her invisible self.

full lyrics:
http://bobdylan.com/moderntimes/songs/whereareyou.html

paz y amor,
bh

Marcelo Rodrigues said...

I just discovery your blog, a beutifull place. It is a Alice's world I think...