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I saw this, and it hit me: This is sort of what Dana might look like. Only fifteen years younger, of course; with larger, hazel eyes, and a more auburn tone to the hair, and fuller lips.
These, too...
http://www.cinema-stars.com/kidman/imageHtms/29.htm (Hello, Phoenix!)
http://www.cinema-stars.com/kidman/imageHtms/28.htm (The body type is almost exact; just a little thinner.)
No wonder I always loved Nicole Kidman...
There have been moments, not necessarily at the computer, when I think I will feel her next to me. Looking over my shoulder, walking with me down a road. I wonder who she is besides a character in not only this novel but a dozen unfinished, scrapped stories since I was fourteen (the year I blossomed). She and Ian.
I always knew him, too. I always knew his face. I saw features of his face in reality the first time I met Adam. The eyes. It was the eyes.
Since I was sixteen, I'd had many dreams of a tall, muscular lover with those midnight ocean blue eyes that could change from storm gray to mist clear at a whim.
Having the same pouty mouth and the same earth-sun warm hair didn't hurt, either.
Yeah, so I fell in love with the physical semi-personification of my fictional creative fantasy. Not bad.
Dana might look like me, if I had mostly Irish genes. We share the Audrey Hepburn jawline, the large, expressive eyes, the full lips, and the pale milk skin. The too-thin frame with nymph-like curves. The Romanian sharp cheekbones. Her fingers and toes are longer and the shape of the nails are narrower. Her hair is bone-straight, like mine was before puberty. Her ears are slightly more tapered than mine, the earlobes smaller. Her chin is slightly smaller.
I don't think I completely created her out of myself. I think she helped create herself. It kind of proves the theory that Beca and I discussed, that our fictional characters might live not just in our heads, but outside our world -- waiting to be written by us. Or, in the case of Ian coming to life in Adam, the characters might also come from our deepest subconscious levels, like a premonition we can't touch until it touches us.
Something to think about.
I saw this, and it hit me: This is sort of what Dana might look like. Only fifteen years younger, of course; with larger, hazel eyes, and a more auburn tone to the hair, and fuller lips.
These, too...
http://www.cinema-stars.com/kidman/imageHtms/29.htm (Hello, Phoenix!)
http://www.cinema-stars.com/kidman/imageHtms/28.htm (The body type is almost exact; just a little thinner.)
No wonder I always loved Nicole Kidman...
There have been moments, not necessarily at the computer, when I think I will feel her next to me. Looking over my shoulder, walking with me down a road. I wonder who she is besides a character in not only this novel but a dozen unfinished, scrapped stories since I was fourteen (the year I blossomed). She and Ian.
I always knew him, too. I always knew his face. I saw features of his face in reality the first time I met Adam. The eyes. It was the eyes.
Since I was sixteen, I'd had many dreams of a tall, muscular lover with those midnight ocean blue eyes that could change from storm gray to mist clear at a whim.
Having the same pouty mouth and the same earth-sun warm hair didn't hurt, either.
Yeah, so I fell in love with the physical semi-personification of my fictional creative fantasy. Not bad.
Dana might look like me, if I had mostly Irish genes. We share the Audrey Hepburn jawline, the large, expressive eyes, the full lips, and the pale milk skin. The too-thin frame with nymph-like curves. The Romanian sharp cheekbones. Her fingers and toes are longer and the shape of the nails are narrower. Her hair is bone-straight, like mine was before puberty. Her ears are slightly more tapered than mine, the earlobes smaller. Her chin is slightly smaller.
I don't think I completely created her out of myself. I think she helped create herself. It kind of proves the theory that Beca and I discussed, that our fictional characters might live not just in our heads, but outside our world -- waiting to be written by us. Or, in the case of Ian coming to life in Adam, the characters might also come from our deepest subconscious levels, like a premonition we can't touch until it touches us.
Something to think about.
