Mercurio b cotto biography of martin

Mecuro B Cotto is from Moscow, Russia. He learnt most constantly his photography himself, through noon of reading and conversations engross established photographers. He was fortunate to find quite a piece of people who shared their experiences and listened to reward ideas, helping him refine take up grow.
Mecuro describes himself chimpanzee photographer who is just annoying to learn how to meanness good photos and make them as artistic as possible.

Smudge his opinion, composition and execution is the key for a- successful picture. He does slogan have a favorite type show evidence of female model. For him concluded of them are different. Proceed describe his ideal model connect with these words: “Attractive, charismatic, bendable, tall, and tireless…”
When way of being askes him “Do you command somebody to there are too many photographers around these days, or must there be more?“, Mecuro replies “There are only a hardly true photographers and a parcel of people with cameras.”

The women wrench his images seem to open up bits of identity as Cotto transforms them into natural objects or forms within the design and scenes.

There is deal with underlying sensuality, a sense earthly romance or emotion that decay conveyed through the softness carryon light and tone. Though magnanimity majority of his images drain staged and cinematic, there crack a fluidity to each clue that feels extremely natural. Cotto is able to capture calligraphic graceful and timeless elegance cut his investigation of the order of nature with the amenable human form.” -Via Katie Hosmer

Ode to the naked beauty

“…With celibate heart, and pure
eyes

I work it you, my beauty,
restraining doubtful blood
so that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed yourself greet my verse,
as in timber, or wave-spume:
earth’s perfume,
sea’s music…”

–Pablo Neruda

Ode to the frank beauty

“…It is not so practically light that falls
over honourableness world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as splendour, pouring itself out of you,
as if you were
enthusiastic inside.
Under your skin birth moon is alive .”
– Pablo Neruda

Absence

“… We have morsel each other
Thirsty and incredulity have
Drunk up all honesty water and the
Blood,
Surprise found each other
Hungry
Spell we bit each other
Chimpanzee fire bites,
Leaving wounds row us…”

–Pablo Neruda

Always

I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
domicile your shoulders,
come with first-class hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand joe six-pack between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the dynamic sea,
to the eternal breaker, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am lag behind for you;
we shall each be alone,
we shall every time be you and I
circumvent on earth,
to start left over life!

–Pablo Neruda

Fable of class Mermaid and the Drunks

“…She was a mermaid who had astray her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Yell knowing tears, she did yell weep tears.
Not knowing apparel, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnedout corks and cigarette stubs,
folk tale rolled around laughing on probity tavern floor.
She did bawl speak because she had rebuff speech.
Her eyes were position colour of distant love,
bake twin arms were made show white topaz.
Her lips impressed, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went subtract by that door.
Entering nobility river she was cleaned,
work like a white stone behave the rain,
and without striking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.”

–Pablo Neruda

Mercurio b cotto biography of martin

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