Faron Ard Imaging

Blue, Before It Became a Crown

From Deep Blue View Original on Flickr ↗

She looks upward as though heaven has interrupted her, and somehow heaven is the one that feels underdressed.The deep blue is quieter here, almost hidden, almost shy. It does not announce itself in satin or shadow so much as it burns through her eyes, impossible and cold and bright enough to make the rest of the world look like unfinished stone. Her gaze becomes the altar-piece. Her face becomes the reason the light gets soft. Even the pale wood behind her seems to lose its nerve, flattening itself into a humble little background because it knows damn well the sacred thing has already arrived.There is an intimacy to this frame that does not beg. It simply exists with that calm, dangerous certainty beauty has when it knows worship is inevitable. The dark hair falls like a curtain drawn around a private miracle. The floral ink blooms at her shoulder like color trying to earn the right to touch her. Everything else is restraint, silence, breath held too long.She is not adorned by deep blue.She is where it comes from.

Made: 2017-03-31
Format: 683 × 1024