Wednesday, February 27, 2008
The Wedding photographer- Jeri Soh
Seriously, things are happening rather unexpectedly fast. First,dear Averral thought I should turn pro. Never even had the idea in my head at all but after awhile....it makes perfect sense. I am so into photography so it would be a natural progression to wanna turn pro one day but this soon??? And it sort of all started to fall into place. 2 weddings in the family in the short span of 2 months....good practice for any budding wedding photographer. I believe I can do it... maybe just need more practice. I am a perfectionist you see...... nothing more than the best is sufficient if I want to embark on something I love..... 101% and no less...... that is how I am to my dearest Averral too.... I give my all..... do not hold backand that was perhaps why she accepted me in the first place.......
Aver..... you are the love of my life..... thanks for being there for me and pushing me and making me believe in myself. I love you.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Torment
yet delivered me from my towered isolation.
The Chains and the Cages,
the bar and the link,
I hid in the shadows till you beckon for my hand......
Into my hand , you placed a ribbon......
a key and a warm beating heart......
so that you , I shall follow forever.....
My beloved angel of white....
with a heart of gold.
Binded
The pain deep into her soul.
The chains that holds her back
are rusty and ever old.
They pierce into her flesh and made her scream
In days and nights, she dare not dream.
An angel of wings clipped and tied,
She has long forgotten how to fight.
The pain she has is so intensethat all in all it makes no sense.
White light, red hot flashes and cold drenched hands....
as the ghosts of yesterday cuffed her to a stone white fence.
Fly my angel, I set you free......as with my love,
I shall erase those memories.
With me, you shall forever stay.
As my heart is yours for eternity.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
White Love
Monday, February 18, 2008
My dear...My Love......
I would wrestle giants just to hear your heartbeat.
Your voice rings in my ears
and vibrates through my soul,
give me chills all over.....
a thrill never known.
The reason why I breathe and live......
Where were you all these years?
A soulmate you are to me.......
Everything I long for in a girl and more.......
We speak of everything and even visit museums for our dates.......
I want to be by your side forever.........
Love you with every fibre of my being.
Your Ares,
Jeri
Lovely.....
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The Wedding Photographer?
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Entrapment
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
A gift to my Venus
Started out doing Apollo with my short no rhyme poem...turns out rather nice so did Aphrotite and Ares as well......
Testing out some brushes and effects....been along time since i really touched photoshop......
Had to remove all e unnecessary stuff from the background before I can experiment.lolx
Dear Venus.....my Aver....I love you!!! You are my inspiration and light!
Muacks!!!
Monday, February 11, 2008
Love all the way from Louvre
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Colours......
Saturday, February 9, 2008
The Return to Renaissance
The Renaissance- a period of prosperity in the 14th to 17th century originating in Italy and spreading throughout Europe.
The term Renaissance itself is a French word meaning "rebirth" and in this case refering to the rebirth of the classical arts of Ancient Rome and Greece . The term can be said to have originated from Giorgio Vasari who was a painter, architect and writer.
The Renaissance Man
The artist's role in society has risen to that of an educated professional who used mathematical principles and a scientific approach to painting. The Renaissance artist was a well rounded "Universal Renaissance Man" who could be a painter, architect , sculptor and writer all rolled into one.
The perfect embodiment of the Renaissance Man can be said to be non other than Leonardo Da Vinci. He was a painter, sculptor, architect, a military engineer, a writer, a scientist and even a surgeon of sorts who cut up dead bodies to find out more about the human anatomy. Back in those days, the church was a powerful body that comissions alot of artworks and that prompt Da Vinci's more famous works like the Last Supper, Madonna on the Rocks and The Mona Lisa.
The Birth of Venus
A painting by Sandro Botticelli between 1482-1486.
It depecits the legend that Venus ( the Goddess of love and fetility) is born full grown and blown ashore in a storm of roses by Zephyr and Chloris on a large scallop shell. The nymph Pomona awaits her with an ornate mantle.
Botticelli's interest in the Classicism style is evident in his choice of modes for the Venus- the pose of ancient sculptures. The elegance and gracefulness of the figure is set off by the interwining patterns of Venus's hair.
The model for Venus is Simonetta Vespucci, a cousin of Amerigo Vespucci , a explorer which America was named.
For my one and only Venus who was blown into my life by the wills of Heaven.
Little Rock
We tend to miss out on the simplest things in life,
the simple things that give us great joy......
just lying down and admiring the blue of the skies
or hearing the waves crashing onto the shores
or even feeling the cool night breeze on our faces.
The simple things.......
just holding your hand......
feeling you close to me......
hearing you breathe.......
smelling your hair after spending an hour in a hawker centre........
It's all magick to me.......
The simple things.... I love the simple things......
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Encouragement.
where angels came out to play.
Rejoice and honor the song of light
and worship the song of gay.
The paths ahead might be hard and rocky.
You might stumble along the way,
You will bleed and weep and ask : "why me?"
but look within and hold your dreams within your hands
and feed and care for it....
It will soon be a great tree of light.
Treasure your gifts and make them your destiny.
Step forward with your head held high.
Nothing can stand in your way.
To the Goddess of Love,Arts and Music.
A sense of dread and gloom is here to stay.
The cold stale air chokes my every breadth.
Is life all about regrets?
I turned around and saw your hands.
A hope glows and I am glad.
eyes like black diamonds they guide my way.
Lost no longer as they guide my way.
Loving you more with every breadth that I take.
From Mars to Venus.