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belbibitt
11-30-2007, 11:41 AM
MY IMAGE(S):
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Critiques/upload_spool/11-30-2007/60594_Going_to_the_mask_ball.jpg


GENERAL INFORMATION:
Title: Going to the mask ball
Year Created: 2006
Medium: Oil
Surface: Canvas
Dimension: 11 x 14
Allow digital alterations?: Yes!

MY COMMENTS:
Any comment is welcomed

MY QUESTIONS FOR THE GROUP:
Tried to bring out the complexion whiteness of a red-haired woman

kathrynlovespets
11-30-2007, 12:02 PM
oooo fun!
I'd say, make that hair poof out a bit more on the left side..it seems to just fall down like it's wet..
so basically, it looks like she has an 80s style haircut with gigantic bangs and then long hair that falls flat. Something is off with the hair..

I love the colors and mask! And also her skin color is wonderful, though i'd like to see some more color bouncing off of it like yellows and blues and purples (since light skin is so reflective)

belbibitt
11-30-2007, 12:28 PM
there is little blue on her chin ; maybe it doesn't show on the screen. Thank you.

billmahler
12-01-2007, 03:21 AM
Claude
You have a unique vision and I'd like to see more of your paintings like this.
No critique.. this is your vision. Just develop it and let us see more

Corby
12-01-2007, 01:26 PM
The painting made me think of one of my poems, which may in itself be a commentary on further work of this nature:

The Masked Ball



Tallow tapers flame and soar
Casting shadows on the shifting crowd
And their voices murmur low and lower
Dust that settles softly on a shroud

The Tinkling of music taunts the ear
And animates each pale creature there
And there's not an eye that sheds a tear
For the mask has eyes that only stare

Who dances thus to this sad music
Her dress so dark a velvet gown
Her face so pale a mask and tragic
And death it seems her tarnished crown

Who threads the floor there in that mask
With A pained face and contorted hand
Is there relief found in her golden flask
Is it opiate enough to make her grand

And gliding freely through the tinkly sad
In satin dress of full dispair and mad decay
The mask of every love gone bad
Wreathed in scarves that float and sway

The tapers glimmer round and drool
Their tallow bloodstreams on the floor
And all the creatures melt and pool
While the music sadly tinkles o'er and o'er

belbibitt
12-01-2007, 03:34 PM
What a talent! I wish I could write things like this in French! It is beautiful and yes it can well refer to my painting! Excuse my poor English compare to yours.