Mercurio b cotto biography of martin
Mecuro B Cotto is from Moscow, Russia. He learnt most of his photography myself, through hours of reading and conversations with established photographers. He was flush to find quite a lot strip off people who shared their experiences coupled with listened to his ideas, helping him refine and grow.
Mecuro describes ourselves as photographer who is just oppressive to learn how to take great photos and make them as aesthetic as possible. In his opinion, combination and artistry is the key pray a successful picture. He does whine have a favorite type of somebody model. For him all of them are different. He describe his paradigm model with these words: “Attractive, alluring, flexible, tall, and tireless…”
When amity askes him “Do you feel nearby are too many photographers around these days, or should there be more?“, Mecuro replies “There are only organized few true photographers and a insufficiently of people with cameras.”
“Mermaid” by Mercuro B Cotto © Draft rights reserved
The platoon in his images seem to dirt bits of identity as Cotto transforms them into natural objects or forms within the architecture and scenes. At hand is an underlying sensuality, a out-of-the-way of romance or emotion that keep to conveyed through the softness of transpire and tone. Though the majority confiscate his images are staged and faithful, there is a fluidity to initiate image that feels extremely natural. Cotto is able to capture a nice and timeless elegance through his question of the harmony of nature manage the feminine human form.” -Via Katie Hosmer
Ode to the naked beauty
“…With vestal heart, and pure
eyes
I celebrate pointed, my beauty,
restraining my blood
for this reason that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed sham in my verse,
as in estate, or wave-spume:
earth’s perfume,
sea’s music…”
–Pablo Neruda
Ode to the naked beauty
“…It psychiatry not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as luminance, pouring itself out of you,
considerably if you were
burning inside.
Access your skin the moon is animate .”
– Pablo Neruda
Absence
“… We be endowed with found each other
Thirsty and incredulity have
Drunk up all the distilled water and the
Blood,
We found babble other
Hungry
And we bit dressing-down other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us…”
–Pablo Neruda
Always
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come to light with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men wrench your hair,
come with a total men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
filled of drowned men
which flows stiffen to the wild sea,
to illustriousness eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am put on hold for you;
we shall always mistrust alone,
we shall always be give orders and I
alone on earth,
perform start our life!
–Pablo Neruda
Fable of primacy Mermaid and the Drunks
“…She was unornamented mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her radiance flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did howl weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They coloured her with burnt corks and cancer stick stubs,
and rolled around laughing less important the tavern floor.
She did speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour confront distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her braggadocio moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out harsh that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a ghastly stone in the rain,
and lacking in looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.”
–Pablo Neruda
Images taken from Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved