Im in the middle of writing an essay about an amazing painting for my lit class.
The painting is about Mars (the god of war) going to bed with venus (the goddess of beauty) its a pretty hott painting and i have supplied you with a link below.
http://www.getty.edu/art/gettyguide/artObjectDetails?artobj=113700&handle=li
its bothering me though, Ive spent the last 3 hours staring at these lovers and trying to capture the moment, and well maybe a bit of method acting is at hand.
i put myself in mars place and i use my greatest figure head for love, feeling what the artist wants.
my emotions on a plate.
and i think ive gone to far, which makes for a good essay.
but it makes for a very lonely sean.
i cant go out, get drunk and fall asleep on some girl.
this is due tomorrow.
so i have to sit here and stew in it,
write lines like
"Venuss shapes glide in and out of one another like an hourglass that keeps time on mars eyes."
or
"We all deal with that great struggle in the morning, leaving the one we love, they nestle their pillows in rebellion to our intentions, and their angelic coos weigh down our hearts as anchors to the earth."
i know i'm not talking about venus when i write these things.
ready for the irony.
Mars is a man, he is the god of war.
You dont see the god of writing or sensitivity in bed with the goddess of beauty.
no, you see him stewing in it.
thank you album leaf for a subtle soundtrack.
The painting is about Mars (the god of war) going to bed with venus (the goddess of beauty) its a pretty hott painting and i have supplied you with a link below.
http://www.getty.edu/art/gettyguide/artObjectDetails?artobj=113700&handle=li
its bothering me though, Ive spent the last 3 hours staring at these lovers and trying to capture the moment, and well maybe a bit of method acting is at hand.
i put myself in mars place and i use my greatest figure head for love, feeling what the artist wants.
my emotions on a plate.
and i think ive gone to far, which makes for a good essay.
but it makes for a very lonely sean.
i cant go out, get drunk and fall asleep on some girl.
this is due tomorrow.
so i have to sit here and stew in it,
write lines like
"Venuss shapes glide in and out of one another like an hourglass that keeps time on mars eyes."
or
"We all deal with that great struggle in the morning, leaving the one we love, they nestle their pillows in rebellion to our intentions, and their angelic coos weigh down our hearts as anchors to the earth."
i know i'm not talking about venus when i write these things.
ready for the irony.
Mars is a man, he is the god of war.
You dont see the god of writing or sensitivity in bed with the goddess of beauty.
no, you see him stewing in it.
thank you album leaf for a subtle soundtrack.