Ego Mask In Winter Wrappings is a piece of digital artwork by Rosa Cobos which was uploaded on August 11th, 2012.
Title
Ego Mask In Winter Wrappings
Artist
Rosa Cobos
Medium
Digital Art - Photography&digital Art
Description
You can pass through me..
as the light passes…
the rain and the forest,
leaving their moaning of solitude,
for no flesh has captured my essence.
Where is it… ?
My blood has left the circuits
of the memory.
Bubbles of dazzling evanescence.
Where is it…?
The heart that once stabbed other´s with my…
inquiries…
demands…
perceptions of what is wrong,
outside the mask.
When I could not feel the tears,
rolling down my cheeks..
f
or they had been sold,
to the ephemeral...
being the permanent, a disguise,
for the half understood reality.
Where is it…?
My voice…!!!!!
Lost in grandeur.
Lost in violet-red.
Pulses of seasons..
nights and days..
counted…
one….. two..
t
ill having lost the counting…
dying away…
as a rhythmic frenzy.
Poor fool…
melted as mad snow.
Once breath… named Life.
Out of my vacuum…
still…
Life is.
..unsound profundity...
of Unmasked Ego.
Rosa
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Uploaded
August 11th, 2012
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Comments (19)
Dan Stone
Marvelous work, Rosa! The passion and pain of your poetry, along with the strong imagery is superb!
Rosa Cobos replied:
Thank you so much, Dan for haring your feelings about my piece of art and poetry, Is really great. Rosa
Maria Jesus Hernandez
This is a really strong image, like a desperate cry but also kind of menacing! v/f
Rosa Cobos replied:
Muchas gracias Maria Jesús por tus palabras.Realmente la amenaza podria venir de nuestra precepción de intensl vacio. Rosa
Barbara St Jean
Congratulations your amazing image has been FEATURED in MOUSE!! Thank you for your wonderful submissions and participation in MOUSE. Please add your picks of the day to our group lists. Cheers, Barbara
Ramon Martinez
Una máscara sobre una cabeza vacía con aspecto de jaula que encierra la nada. Un abrigo de lujo sobre un cuerpo frio. Una imagen sugerente que perfectamente podría ser el retrato de alguien que no se conoce o que se ha conocido. V/F/FB
Rosa Cobos replied:
Perfectamente podría ser....lo que encierra es tan invisible cómo lo que esconde. Incluso y lo más doloroso...nuestra propia alma. Muchas gracias Ramón por tu visita y tu amistad. Rosa
Gun Legler
This feels scary to me, touches my own feeling of emptyness that strikes me now and then ( not only wintertime :-) Yes..cover it quick like Ana said. Superb!
Rosa Cobos replied:
Cover it?.....ha, ha, ha.......no way....I cannot. These days..sometimes I feel like this wrapping, cannot see my image reflected..just vacuum and "persona". Thank you so much. Rosa
ANA MARIA EDULESCU
The inner emptiness must be covered ....... Outstanding and profound work, Rosa. f,v
Rosa Cobos replied:
Personality....."a wrapping that is awakened as we pass through life" ..what is behind?...emptiness really. Love your presence in here, Ana MarÃa. Thank you very much. Rosa
Marlene Burns
this is one powerful statement, rosa! congratulations on the special attention, well deserved!
Lenore Senior
We wrap our faces in masks to hide emptiness. We kill animals to wrap our bodies with their skins so we will not be naked, but rather, some rich b____, who still remains cold and skeletal. v/f
Rosa Cobos replied:
@ Yes, Lenore....I think that you have got the main idea of this piece. I read the poem this morning before uploading it here, and then I was startled by the same image....the thing is....that we fear that "emptyness", because it reminds us of Death. Thanks a lot Lenore for your deep insight. Rosa
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