Denis Glushchenko

Denis Glushchenko

Denis Glushchenko
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We carry our past with us, to wit, the primitive and inferior man with his desires and emotions, and it is only with an enormous effort that we can detach ourselves from this burden. If it comes to a neurosis, we invariably have to deal with a considerably intensified Shadow. And if such a person wants to be cured it is necessary to find a way in which his conscious personality and his Shadow can live together.- Carl Jung. CW 11: Psychology and Religion: par 132, pg 76

We carry our past with us, to wit, the primitive and inferior man with his desires and emotions, and it is only with an enormous effort that we can detach ourselves from this burden. If it comes to a neurosis, we invariably have to deal with a considerably intensified Shadow. And if such a person wants to be cured it is necessary to find a way in which his conscious personality and his Shadow can live together.- Carl Jung. CW 11: Psychology and Religion: par 132, pg 76

joli 3/4, focus sur la pupille gauche, profondeur de champ de qqes cm, par ex avec 1 50mm à F1.8 ou 2. Point chaud sur le plat du nez provenant probablement du soleil à travers 1 petite fenetre. Imperfection qui rend ce portrait + naturel et touchant qu'1 éclairage parfait en studio...

joli 3/4, focus sur la pupille gauche, profondeur de champ de qqes cm, par ex avec 1 50mm à F1.8 ou 2. Point chaud sur le plat du nez provenant probablement du soleil à travers 1 petite fenetre. Imperfection qui rend ce portrait + naturel et touchant qu'1 éclairage parfait en studio...

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Creative Portraiture - Community - Google+

Black and White My favorite photo

Black and White My favorite photo

.♥ ✿⊱╮♥ Shadow ♥ ✿⊱╮♥

.♥ ✿⊱╮♥ Shadow ♥ ✿⊱╮♥

lesthetiquedelinventaire: Juan Martín Uranga

lesthetiquedelinventaire: Juan Martín Uranga

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,  or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.  I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,  in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms  but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;  thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,  risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.