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The Ortolan Girl (FULL collaborative set) Red x Artist w @The.Emperor.of.the.Moon

🕑 Added 2025-03-03 13:00:15 +0000 UTC

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wilfredo quinones

Rembrandt would admire your use of light and shadow.

Brolynn

Looks like the witch is having a feast. I live the set Justine. The outfit if amazing. I love how the hood is open widely like wings. Beautiful. The feast looks great. The heart looks awesome. Hiding your yes with the white hood is badass. Means your hiding your darkside. I love you Justine. Great work. Can't wait to see more.

The Poet Mario

1. White veil shrouds her face, Blindfolded, she holds the fruit, Apples, red and gold. A silent choice she must make, Fate's cruel hand, a heavy weight. 2. Crimson stains her hands, A dark secret, whispered low, In the winter's chill. Cranberries scattered wide, A tapestry of sorrow spun. 3. Candles softly glow, Illuminating the scene, A heart lies exposed. On a table, stark and bare, Symbols of life, death, and choice. 4. A corset laced tight, Her pale skin, a fragile bloom, Against the dark wood. She sits in solemn silence, Waiting for the final act. 5. Evergreen's soft boughs, Frame the scene, a winter's tale, Of secrets untold. The air hangs heavy with dread, A mystery yet to unfold. 6. Apples tempt the eye, One gleaming gold, the other red, Which will she select? A question hanging in air, A destiny yet to be known. 7. The heart, a dark stain, Lies amongst the berries strewn, A sacrifice made. A silent plea for forgiveness, Lost in the winter's cold grip. 8. Pinecones scattered near, Symbols of time's steady march, Towards an unknown. The passage of seasons' turn, A cycle of life and of death. 9. She is veiled in white, A figure of mystery, Her gaze turned inward. Contemplating her choices, The weight of her decision. 10. Dark wood, a somber frame, Encircles the scene of dread, A chilling tableau. The candles flicker and fade, As shadows lengthen and grow. 11. Silence fills the room, Broken only by the crackle, Of the burning candle. A moment hangs suspended, Before the final curtain falls. 12. The choice is hers alone, To take the fruit, or to refuse, Her fate in her hands. A heavy burden she bears, A destiny sealed in the dark. 13. Winter's cold embrace, Holds her captive in its spell, A haunting image. The memory lingers on, A story whispered in the snow.

Reds References

1000%! I love me some hidden faces and she had to be eating something cursed soooo Ortolan! 👏

North-Irish

Phenomenal!!

Abby

Oh! I see the little birdie now!

Abby

So stunning! It would be fun to get the story/ prompt behind the shoot…I’m familiar with the ortalon bird eating thing in France…related?

Robin Granito

Awesome good to know!!! Thanks!!!

Reds References

Oh the final images can be posted anywhere but your entry to win is still your art IG username. I may change that in the coming months though since not everyone has Instagram. The only issue is I couldn't tag people in the Instagram post with off-site accounts