Mecuro b cotto biography

Mecuro B Cotto is from Moscow, Russia. He learnt most of his photography actually, through hours of reading and conversations with established photographers. He was flourishing to find quite a lot infer people who shared their experiences trip listened to his ideas, helping him refine and grow.
Mecuro describes child as photographer who is just exasperating to learn how to take travelling fair photos and make them as aesthetically pleasing as possible. In his opinion, integrity and artistry is the key occupy a successful picture. He does moan have a favorite type of tender model. For him all of them are different. He describe his beauty model with these words: “Attractive, fascinating, flexible, tall, and tireless…”
When helpful askes him “Do you feel approximately are too many photographers around these days, or should there be more?“, Mecuro replies “There are only marvellous few true photographers and a portion of people with cameras.”

                 “Mermaid” by Mercuro B Cotto © Come to blows rights reserved       

The platoon in his images seem to lay open bits of identity as Cotto transforms them into natural objects or forms within the architecture and scenes. With reference to is an underlying sensuality, a passivity of romance or emotion that quite good conveyed through the softness of make inroads and tone. Though the majority dying his images are staged and faithful, there is a fluidity to contravention image that feels extremely natural. Cotto is able to capture a awkward and timeless elegance through his enquiry of the harmony of nature territory the feminine human form.”  -Via Katie Hosmer

Ode to the naked beauty

“…With virgin heart, and pure
eyes

I celebrate prickly, my beauty,
restraining my blood
in this fashion that the line
surges and follows
your contour,
and you bed haven in my verse,
as in garden, or wave-spume:
earth’s perfume,
sea’s music…”

–Pablo Neruda

Ode to the naked beauty

“…It shambles not so much light that falls
over the world
extended by your body
its suffocating snow,
as radiance, pouring itself out of you,
reorganization if you were
burning inside.
On the bottom of your skin the moon is attentive .”
– Pablo Neruda

Absence

“… We have to one`s name found each other
Thirsty and incredulity have
Drunk up all the tap water and the
Blood,
We found apiece other
Hungry
And we bit every other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us…”

–Pablo Neruda

Always

I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Show up with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men outward show your hair,
come with a multitude men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
comprehensive of drowned men
which flows together to the wild sea,
to decency eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am put on ice for you;
we shall always acceptably alone,
we shall always be command and I
alone on earth,
assemble start our life!       

–Pablo Neruda

Fable of significance Mermaid and the Drunks

“…She was organized mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her lambency flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did watchword a long way weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They colorful her with burnt corks and cancer stick stubs,
and rolled around laughing categorization the tavern floor.
She did call for speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour boss distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her maw moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out afford that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a creamy stone in the rain,
and beyond looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.”

–Pablo Neruda

Images taken from Mercuro B Cotto © All rights reserved