Southern Soul

I thought at first that Southern Soul referred to the American confederacy or the R&B music of the American South. We Americancentrics need to come to realize that other countries in the world have southern regions :-)  Is the dress a family heirloom?

One word sais it all: "Art". Very nice colours, ambient and light.

Regards, Wobby.

Hi Jim, do not worry! because the same thing happens to me, first of all I just think about the southern part of my country, I'm convinced the same thing happens to all of us :)

The area of southern Spain is very emblematic due to its art, folklore and cheerful and open character of its inhabitants.

The dress is not a family heirloom ... it's a gift from my husband. It's made in Seville, a well-known brand clothing Roal S.L. I'm not a fan of any clothing brand, but I like things well done and they're artists in dealing with dressing women in flamenco.

The bodice is also embroidered so I'll use it more in another image: you've got to forgive me!.

Thank you very much for your visit and for everything!.

Kindest regards, Laura

Hi Wobby, your comment is very beautiful and special for me, it puts a big smile on my face :)

Thank you very much for your very positive impressions. Your appreciation is very important.

For me, Art... is like a "field of wheat spikes" I mean, imagine you are walking between ears of grain; there are high ones, low, greener, more yellow, golden ones ... some of them let you see the landscape, but others not; some are wheat, others similar in appearance are wild herbs ... it's very difficult to decide, separate or discern the extent of the field, its true value.

That happens to those who live immersed in the creations of every day life, who are living a concrete daily existence. Every day in their quest to understand the world, people create beautiful works, but for me ... only with the passage of time is possible to have an accurate and objective impression of the whole created.

Imagine now... there comes a time when you can see the same field of wheat spikes from outside, standing on a hill, you'll have a more global vision to judge and surely will appreciate things you didn't know before.

The biggest enemy for creators is time that does not allow them to see "their ears" from the hill because they simply do not live enough.

I have to apologize for this explanation, but it's how I feel it and I liked to say. This way I feel Art and also when "an emotional need is fulfilled" a vacuum is changed into an existence, a well-being ... then the origin that produces it, certainly could be judged as Art.

I hope this image will fullfil many vacuums and it's a piece of me, many times I'm with a blank expression on my face or lost thoughts.

Like searching for an internal peace that I lack.

I'll visit your images, I gladly will.

Heartfelt thanks for your visit and for all. You've made me very happy.

Con cariño, Laura

Abundant with colours, well composed and very captivating image - Love, Death and Art!

Hi Vlad, thanks for your visit to this image.

Colors attract me very much in photography and lights. In this image, particularly... I sought for a feeling of "timelessness", a strange sentiment that could turn over time.

So when you offer this cool summary of "Love, Death and Art", maybe I achieved my goal :) above all for the use of the word "death".

Your trio words, remind me of "Sex, Love and Rock and Roll".

Hope the trio found here could be as appealing as the well-known one.

Thanks for all... very kind of you! Vlad.

Kindest regards, Laura.

Ma questo è il vestito per il flamenco! Ma come si fa a ballare con tutti quei sassi sul terreno?Immagine molto piacevole! Brava!

Ciao Gianni

Thank you very much Gianni, very kind of you!

Kindest regards, Laura.

I agree with you, Jorge, the dress is very beautiful, it is impossible not enjoy while looking at it. And the face of the woman, I feel, it gives the breath of life to the image, the expectation, the question to be internally made ...

I remember that day, at that shot, rooks were heard that day, flying at the top of the mountains, like black spots.

I totally remember their sounds, their chant, it was intense but brief ... it filled the landscape, the atmosphere, the vacuouness ... and got inward my chest as a kind of piercing waves, which made the scene around almost placed in another life elsewhere.

Their singing cut and went very deep inside our bodies. Rooks were the kings of that place.

I'm so glad you liked it, thank you very much for your visit, greatly appreciated.

Con cariño, Laura.

Impecable retrato artistico, compuesto de forma muy delicada con un estupendo colorido. Felicitaciones!