This is an excellent piece. I love the use of the background in this work, and think the inclusion of the torn up scraps on the floor complete the tableau perfectly. The writing on the model's body ties her into the background nicely, and the lighting highlights her nicely without distracting the eye from the wonderful background.
I like this one the best of the ones from this series I've seen - I think having her face unseen and no other props besides the paper leaves this photo more open to the interpretation of the viewer - I really enjoy looking at this one and trying to decipher her emotional state. Is she crying in despair, or raging against the walls of a prison? The awkward pose she's in helps play into this as well - she can be either clawing at the walls, or in the process of sinking to her knees.
Anger or despair? Insanity or desperation? Tearing the words down, or desperately holding them up? So many ways to see...
hmm... reminds me of the short story: the yellow wallpaper~ some lady is kept in her room and slowly succumbs to some sort of anxious breakdown, believing there is a woman crawling within the wallpaper.
Loving the poem choice you used for the random writing. (*Poe-freak* reporting in) Anyway, this picture deserved the DD it got, it holds so much meaning packed into something so seemingly simply. Love it.
This picture makes my heart aching... as much as I can appreciate the mastery in creating the situation, the subtle play of the shadows on the paper scratches attached to the wall, and the sex appeal of the model, is the emotive content of the picture that struck me.
In this, the leanness of the model is important too, as she conveys powerfully the frailty of someone in a desperate moment ...
I would have rather seen the shot taken from a little afar and squarely centered ("good composition rules" be damned) to enhance the iconic content of the image, but it is a wonderful photo nonetheless.
Wow, that's amazing. It's the poem "The Raven" by Poe on the wall and on the body. Maybe this is the other side? I could imagine Lenore crouching in front of a wall like this in a different reality while her lover meets the raven and discusses whether there is some kind of life after death which the bird denies: "nevermore".