I'ts about the origins of my name, Corina.The name Corina is derived from the greek word Κόρη(Kore)with it's aeolian variant κόρα(Kora) meaning girl, maiden. This was one of the epithets of Persephone.
First of all I am interested in visual arts.I've discovered this passion for visual arts such as drawing and painting by the year 2000, when I was 13-14.I've always been fascinated by the beauty and the mysteries of the universe.The universe with it's wonderful galaxies,supernovas, nebulas, stars planets and other objects inspires me.My other great interest is astronomy. I am inspired by the Greek mythology too.I have a zodiac inspired from the Greek mythology,,paintings of characters like Andromeda, Afrodita giving life to Galatea and Kore(the maiden aspect of the goddess Persephone) and paintings of the ancient poets Corinna from Tanagra, Erinna and Sappho. I am interested in paranormal phenomena such as pyramid effect, ghosts, time travel, UFOs and alien life too. I really thing there was life on Mars in the Past, the Cydonia pyramid and face on mars are one of the traces of the lost civilization on Mars.
I love nature and I am interested in biology too
Imi place foarte mult sa desenez si sa pictez.Pentru mine desenul si pictura sunt o modalitate de a evada di realitatea cenusie.Iubesc natura si tot ce e frumos si printre preocuparile mele se afla si biologia.Cred ca a existat viata pe Marte candva.Sunt convinsa ca noi nu suntem singura forma de viata inteligenta din acest univers si ca pe alte planete pot fi si civilizatii mai dezvoltaet decat a noastra
How right this song can be.You can't run away from the person you are in your heart trying to be what you are not.Be yourself no matter what the others may say.Accept yourself the way you are.Listen to your heart and try to know and love yourself
JUST BE
You can travel the world But you can't run away From the person you are in your heart You can be who you want to be Make us believe in you Keep all your light in the dark You're searching for truth You must look in the mirror And make sense of what you can see Just be Just be
They say learning to love yourself Is the first step But you take what you want to be real Flying on plains exotic locations Won't teach you How you how to feel Beside the fact That you are who you are And nothing can change that believe Just be Just be
Cause now I know Is not so far To were I go There's not this spot Since this I feel I need To just be Just be I was lost And I'm still lost But I feel so much better
Cause now I know Is not so far To were I go There's not this spot Since this I feel I need To just be Just be
I've made this watercolor painting inspired by this poem by Mihai Eminescu.This poem was the text on my literature written subject of the bacalaureat exam in 2005.When I was in the exam and I read the poem my mind created this image, a fatasmatic image of the poet's lover in the "Waves of time", something that was real in the past and now is just a ghost generated by the poet's memory.This poem moved me.I made many drawings and paintings(mi first in 2000) inspired by this poem but this is the newest and the most beautiful and apropiate to the image the poem generated in my mind.
Again Terpsichore calls me, That I the Mrs. von Tanagra High songs of heroes sing; And of hearts the city is pleased Over my bright, cheerful song. [...] Legends, originating from father time, To decorate with owner art I raise now for the girls. I often already sang to the Kephisos Song around song [...] Often also the large Orion and His fifty sons at the price, Which it possessed, after it itself With the Nymphen unites…
Sappho
I have had not one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead. When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to me, "This parting must be endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."
I said, "Go, and be happy but remember (you know well) whom you leave shackled by love
"If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared
"all the violet tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck
"myrrh poured on your head and on soft mats girls with all that they most wished for beside them
"while no voices chanted choruses without ours, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..."
Ovidius
Favorite Quote
YGMALION loathing their lascivious Life,
Abhorred all Womankind, but most a Wife:
So single chose to live, and shunned to wed,
Well pleased to want a Consort of his Bed.
Yet fearing Idleness, the Nurse of Ill,
In Sculpture exercised his happy Skill;
And carved in Ivory such a Maid, so fair,
As Nature could not with his Art compare,
Were she to work; but in her own Defence,
Must take her Pattern here, and copy hence.
Pleased with his Idol, he commends, admires,
Adores; and last, the Thing adored, desires.
A very Virgin in her Face was seen,
And she had moved, a living Maid had been:
One would have thought she could have stirred; but strove
With Modesty, and was ashamed to move.
Art hid with Art, so well performed the Cheat,
It caught the Carver with his own Deceit:
He knows 'tis Madness, yet he must adore,
And still the more he knows it, loves the more:
The Flesh, or what so seems, he touches oft,
Which feels so smooth, that he believes it soft.
Fired with his Thought, at once he strained the Breast,
And on the Lips a burning Kiss impressed.
'Tis true, the hardened Breast resists the Gripe,
And the cold Lips return a Kiss unripe:
But when, retiring back, he looked again,
To think it Ivory, was a thought too mean:
So would believe she kissed, and courting more,
Again embraced her naked Body o'er;
And straining hard the Statue, was afraid
His Hands had made a Dint, and hurt his Maid:
Explored her, Limb by Limb, and feared to find
So rude a Gripe had left a livid Mark behind
With Flatt'ry now he seeks her Mind to move,
And now with Gifts (the powerful bribe of Love):
He furnishes her Closet first; and fills
The crowded Shelves with Rarities of Shells;
Adds Orient Pearls, which from the Conches he drew,
And all the sparkling Stones of various Hue:
And Parrots, imitating Human Tongue,
And singing-birds in Silver Cages hung;
And ev'ry fragrant Flower, and odorous Green,
Were sorted well, with Lumps of Amber laid between:
Rich, fashionable Robes her person Deck:
Pendants her Ears, and Pearls adorn her neck:
Her tapered Fingers too With Rings are graced,
And an embroidered Zone surrounds her slender Waist.
Thus like a Queen arrayed, so richly dressed,
Beauteous she shewed, but naked shewed the best.
Then, from the Floor, he raised a Royal Bed,
With Cov'rings of Sydonian Purple spread:
The Solemn Rites performed, he calls her Bride,
With Blandishments invites her to his Side,
And as she were with Vital Sense possessed,
Her Head did on a plumy Pillow rest.
The Feast of Venus came, a Solemn Day,
To which the Cypriots due Devotion pay;
With gilded Horns the milk-white Heifers led,
Slaughtered before the sacred Altars, bled:
Pygmalion offering, first approached the Shrine,
And then with Pray'rs implored the Powers Divine:
Almighty Gods, if all we Mortals want,
If all we can require, be yours to grant;
Make this fair Statue mine, he would have said,
But changed his Words for shame; and only prayed,
Give me the likeness of my Ivory Maid.
The Golden Goddess, present at the Prayer,
Well knew he meant th' inanimated Fair,
And gave the Sign of granting his Desire;
For thrice in cheerful Flames ascends the Fire.
The Youth, returning to his Mistress, hies,
And, impudent in Hope, with ardent Eyes,
And beating Breast, by the dear Statue lies.
He kisses her white Lips, renews the Bliss,
And looks and thinks they redden at the Kiss:
He thought them warm before: Nor longer stays,
But next his Hand on her hard Bosom lays:
Hard as it was, beginning to relent,
It seemed, the Breast beneath his Fingers bent;
He felt again, his Fingers made a Print,
'Twas Flesh, but Flesh so firm, it rose against the Dint:
The pleasing Task he fails not to renew;
Soft, and more soft at every Touch it grew;
Like pliant Wax, when chafing Hands reduce
The former Mass to Form, and frame for Use
He would believe, but yet is still in pain,
And tries his Argument of Sense again,
Presses the Pulse, and feels the leaping Vein.
Convinced, o'erjoyed, his studied Thanks and Praise,
To her who made the Miracle, he pays:
Then Lips to Lips he joined; now freed from Fear,
He found the Savour of the Kiss sincere:
At this the wakened image oped her Eyes,
And viewed at once the Light and Lover, with surprise.
The Goddess present at the Match she made,
So blessed the Bed, such Fruitfulness conveyed,
That e'er ten Moons had sharpened either Horn,
To crown their Bliss, a lovely Boy was born;
Paphos his Name, who, grown to manhood, walled
The City Paphos, from the Founder called.
Pygmalion and the statue by Ovidius Free-IQTest.net - Online IQ Test
Most of you wonder what motivates me, what is being these drawings and paintings.It's harder for me to explain it in words but it's about something we all feel, something that animates all nature: THE NEED TO LOVE AND BE LOVED, the need to have something you can't reach, something you can't touch.
First there was Eminescu's poems that inspired me.I liked to imagine the beautiful young girl in his poems, the girl with blue yes and bright blond hair who was his first love, and make drawings of her. I've made most of this drawings when I felt lonely and lost wishing I could hold someone in my arms. The feeling I have when I'm looking at my drawings it's so special.I like to imagine something to beautiful to be real, the ideal beauty. In every drawing I try to build that wonderful image of the ideal beauty, the perfection, the beauty I can't have. Like the sculptor Pygmalion I create my own Galatea with every drawing and painting I make and give her life by my own feelings. You may say I'm crazy but I cannot live the way I want to and my imagination and my art are the only things I have.
nu se compara nici un tel cu un aparat foto, au mult prea putini megapixeli. eu de ex am avut multa vreme un olympus 510 uz care m-a multumit pe deplin. nu e nici scump fata de cate stie sa faca, e pana in 9 mil cred
English
YGMALION loathing their lascivious Life, 
