A very fast and loose tribute piece for an operation my team had a major hand in creation and execution.
Focused less on proportion and more on simple emotive release. The
Middle Eastern sun has been captivating these past few days..
Fire crackling in the dead of night, smoke slithering and choking its victims, scales chinking like armour, being underestimated, skulls piled high from your previous enemies, a blazing inferno that no one could hope to stop, being famous worldwide, being feared by all who know you, hoarding everything precious in your sight, being worshipped as a god, taking out your rage against the world, the small smell of burning that makes you question your safety, appearing out of nowhere, dramatic entrances and exits, trying to live up to your name but knowing you’ll never make it.
Une femme est belle
quand elle ose être qui elle est,
quand elle ose danser sa vie
et quand elle ose exprimer ses ressentis.
Elle révèle alors sa sensualité naturelle,
en étant simplement elle-même, parfaite,
dans sa parfaite imperfection.