Roberto Ferri was born in Taranto in 1978. In 1996, he graduated from the “Lisippo” art school in Taranto. He began studying painting as an autodidact and, having moved to Rome in 1999, he deepened his research on ancient painting, from the beginning of the sixteenth century to the end of the nineteenth century. He devoted himself to Caravaggesque and academic paintings. ( David, Ingres, Girodet, Géricault, Gleyre, Bouguereau, etc.)
- libidonun (cinsəl enerjinin) egodan çıxıb hansısa bir nəsnəyə yönləndirilməsinə "obje libidosu" deyilir.
Misal, aşiq olmaq obje libidosudu.
Əgər libido objeyə yox egoya geri çəkilərsə bu bir müdafiə mexanizminə dönüşür və narsizmi doğurur, müalicəsi çox çətindir.
Narsistlik uşaqlıqdan dəstəklənən bir tipdir. Libido lazımdan çox egoya çəkilir yəni qıraq objeyə/insana yönəldilmir,özünə yönəldilir.
Bu çox vaxt, uşaq vaxtı ata anadan dəstək görməyən və ya tam tərsi əl içində böyüdülən uşaqlarda özünü göstərir. Ehtiyaclarının əksini ana atadan alabilməyən uşaq özü qarşılamalı olur beləliklə valideynə verəcəyi sevgini öz egosuna çevirir. Digər versiyada da, çox pohpohlanan uşaq özündən başqa seviləcək bir varlığın olduğuna inanmır.
been cutting my teeth in photoshop and thinking about assault and revenge I’ve only dreamed of. it was so special seeing this painting in person and really seeing myself in Judith. There will be no going back.
(Preface) Munch didn’t do strive for chiaroscuro but I see a parallel in his use of light & shadow. Honestly, I think Munch’s painting style conveys a lot more emotively with the stark colors & gesture based approach to rendering giving the impression of raw emotion, whereas (likely due to differing their eras) Caravaggio imitated emotion with focus on accuracy/reality (depending on models not the mind’s eye).
(Point) Anyway I made the mistake of flipping through this late one evening & perceived true dread/torment in Munch work. And while it’s not the same it reminded me of an old tumblr post I saw of a person talking about listening to Hozier in the dark, implying the atmosphere makes the lyrics resonate differently. I get that now. In my own way. Which prompted me to think of H.P Lovecraft’s short story The Pickman’s Model. - Terror lives in the realm of emotion, but can manifest in reality. There’s a distinguishable difference.