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2 comments:
hey great blog u have here. U're quite a deep thinker.
INterestin creation. I'd liike to knw wat attracted u to this pic.
BE: The eyes,the myth,the light and shade,the religious overtones-apparently even hardened cynics have the thought of 'god' cross their minds when they're dying!
Don't know enough about art history to give you a technical interpretation.Let me know if you do.
This was clicked in passing at stadshuset (Cityhall)Stockholm.
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