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Post by virtu on Dec 11, 2010 11:30:42 GMT -8
Happy Holidays Everyone. Up for grabs is one super special print from Victor Castillo. Whomever captures the mood best in a Short Poem or Story wins a canvas "Before the Heavens Open" limited edition print. Have Fun & Good Luck! "Victor Castillo "Before the Heavens Open" Canvas Edition 10 + Proofs 20 x 20 www.virtuartgallery.com
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Post by highbrow on Dec 11, 2010 11:41:01 GMT -8
I dont have a poem or really a story Virtu, but seeing this makes me think that the two love birds are looking back at what appears to be a parental figure hoping to gain acceptence in the new blossoming love they have however also knowing it is not needed that is why the parental figure ( octopus ) looks menacing, he knows he need not approve yet tries to have some effect and input on it. Like watching your little girl grow up and and he cant do anything to freeze time so he has to be happy regardless of true feelings.
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Post by lowpro on Dec 11, 2010 16:20:31 GMT -8
Wow. Super generous. Remember when this painting was first exhibited last two years ago or so at Roq and was floored by it. Wasn't entirely won over by his work as a whole. But this piece is amazing.
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Post by voleboy on Dec 12, 2010 0:55:33 GMT -8
"Did you order the squid?"
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Post by jemappellekat on Dec 12, 2010 4:47:43 GMT -8
I'm looking at you You little delightful two Hey you 2, what will you do?
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Post by highbrow on Dec 13, 2010 10:58:30 GMT -8
This is the first contest I enter and no one else enters come on people this is a great and very generous thing
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Post by jpakula on Dec 13, 2010 15:30:00 GMT -8
No matter how far they travel in their relationship they can never escape the past. The tentacles of indiscretion always loom near, hovering over them as a constant reminder that things are not as they seem. Nothing will ever be the same.
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Post by mancub on Dec 14, 2010 10:12:09 GMT -8
I'm in! Will post my story tonight!
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Post by imaginehairyfriend on Dec 14, 2010 10:15:39 GMT -8
A twisted creature from below, raises up and casts a glow. In the darkness all can see incorruptibility. Holding softly back the fright, the pair escapes another night.
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Post by mancub on Dec 14, 2010 17:49:11 GMT -8
Upon a drift in murky sky, Sinister thy octopi. A calamity, with godly zeal, Virgin lover’s souls to steal. Slither and writhe his slippery reach, Cheer and joy he doth leech. Hand in hand, a fleeting stare, Disappear from evil glare. Upon the drift, the murky sky, Diminish does thy octopi.
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Post by october on Dec 14, 2010 18:21:36 GMT -8
Thanks Virtu for holding such an amazing and generous contest.
One little pill Was all it took Call it a thrill But we got hooked
We tripped a lot It made us free Insight was taught New worlds to see
We shared a bond No one else knew But we got conned And we turned blue
It was not right We had to try Put up a fight Or we could die
It was too late Poison took hold We sealed our fate Our souls were sold
Not a death pact Just a mistake Judgement was lacked Complete heart ache
Will heaven call And save our souls? Or will we fall And pay the tolls?
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Post by virtu on Dec 27, 2010 10:43:23 GMT -8
Let's see some more entries.
Happy New Year.
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Post by mancub on Jan 5, 2011 10:40:03 GMT -8
Not that I don't wish to win this, because I do! But is no one else really going to enter this? Come on people, even if you don't want the print, let's see what you got! It takes creative minds to make art, and for those that collect and are enthusiasts, it takes a creative bone or two to appreciate, receive, interpret, and enjoy it! If you get a minute, let's see what you come up with.
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Post by NSNart on Jan 7, 2011 17:46:53 GMT -8
If you get a minute, let's see what you come up with. a haiku: Red tentacles writhe We look back, hesitantly Submit to beauty
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Post by mancub on Jan 8, 2011 8:22:05 GMT -8
a haiku: Red tentacles writhe We look back, hesitantly Submit to beauty
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vin
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Post by vin on Feb 6, 2011 18:31:36 GMT -8
Today Jolene and I went to Grandma’s to tell her of our engagement. She cut us a piece of her special pie and sat us down in the dark kitchen, which was only lit by the fire and a tiny lamp. As usual she told us about a night, thirty years ago when she was walking home with Grandpa near Bear Lake. She made her voice a little deeper and more serious; she cleared her throat, pressed back in her false teeth and whispered:
‘Grandpa and I had fallen asleep after a picnic. We had slept until night and were woken up by a fox that was nibbling on my nose. Grandpa jumped up and chased the fox away; luckily my nose was still there. We hurried back through the dark fields knowing if a night bear got a whiff of our noses then that would be that. We ran across a moonlit field holding hands and talking about how much trouble we would get in for being late.
Suddenly the air changed and our noses picked up a strong odour of pickling spice and herrings. We stopped dead and before we had chance to turn around a long thin, red, sticky, snake thing wrapped around Grandpas neck and pulled him up in mid air. I head a gulp and he was gone. I looked up and there was a giant red balloon with eyes. The snake had taken him up inside the balloon. I started to scream and fear bubbles came out of my nose and popped like firecrackers. I couldn’t run away, another hose pipe wrapped itself around my waist and pulled me up towards the red balloon. I got about 20 feet above the ground and then I started to hit the snake. I had picked some devil’s breath flowers to give to my mother and was holding them in my hand. As I hit the snake I noticed where the flowers touched the red skin a green gas would come from it. I quickly rubbed the flowers in the snake’s skin and it dropped me on top of a tall Mandibar tree. I looked up and the balloon got smaller and smaller and disappeared. I never saw Grandpa again.’
We had heard this story before but we quietly ate our pie and listened. We knew in order to get free pie we would have to listen to the same crock of a story. She had no doubt made it up when they put her in a psychiatric prison for killing Grandpa.
It was late when we left; she kissed Jolene on her forehead and gave her a bunch of white flowers. She wiped a streak of pie stain off Jolene’s pink dress and told us to run home. ‘Faster than a dog chasing a sausage nose’. We laughed on the way home at the madness of Grandma Sausage and took a slow walk back through the moonlit fields.
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Post by virtu on Apr 11, 2011 11:06:54 GMT -8
A winner will be picked in a few days. Last chance to enter.
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Jesús
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Post by Jesús on Apr 11, 2011 12:25:11 GMT -8
okay, I adore VCastillo's work. i believe he constantly takes a jab at religion, society, and yes, since he is Chilean, fascism?
so, here we go:
And as we looked upon the sky, the smell of sulfur breached our minds. No simple deed this came to be, to escape humanity, its wrong beliefs. "Don't worry love, don't leave now dear, I'll take your hand, erase your fear. For all society is trying to sell, is thoughts and faith in something red."
thanks virtu (and Victor). cheers...
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Post by saL on Apr 11, 2011 16:00:23 GMT -8
so glad this one is still going on.. I wanted to submit my entry long time ago, but wasn't too happy with my ideas, so I gave up.. luckily, I saw this is still going, and came up with something (English is my 2nd language so pls excuse possible grammar mistakes):
"I dont like talking about the filming of "Before the Heavens Open", and how it affected my life. As a 75 year old man, I still have a hard time understanding and believing everything that happened on the premiere night.... Being only 15 at the time, I wasn't aware of the importance of playing a role in a world's first technicolor movie. Not to mention that it was the first movie that used "imaginary effects", as they called them back than... All I remember is me and Svetlana, young russian girl that was playing the main role, falling in love during filming..
There were rumors that the whole movie was made as a cummunist propaganda, and that the government was behind the fire. Other think that "imaginery effects" were devil's work, and the main character they added later on was the devil himself... But all I know is that the fire that started during a final scene, destroyed not only the only copy of the movie, and killed over 50 people, but also, that huge red flame torched my dreams of life with Svetlana in front of my own eyes... And since than, the only thing, the only image I can recall from the entire movie or that night, is the closing scene, in which two of us are holding hands under the biggest and brightest moon I've ever seen in my life... The camera couldn't see our faces, but we were so happy, so excited, and so full of life than... Ironicaly, they used those new effects to cover that beautiful, bright moonlight with a big red monster later on... Quite similar to the one that took Svetlana's hand away from me.."
thanks Virtu and Victor on this sweet contest!
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Post by virtu on Apr 21, 2011 10:36:01 GMT -8
October wins!
Thanks to everyone who entered.
Next contest is for a Wittfooth Ltd.
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Post by october on Apr 21, 2011 14:14:02 GMT -8
WoW That's amazing!! Thank you so much Virtu!! You made my year!! I am very, very excited!!
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Post by saL on Apr 21, 2011 14:41:46 GMT -8
congrats October!
thats a great prize you got!
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Post by october on Apr 21, 2011 15:16:27 GMT -8
Thanks Sal, I know, it's an incredible prize. I am still bouncing off the walls!!
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