Atheism
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Darwin by jozzas
The Darwin jesus fish was just an intermediate step. We dropped the tail, stood up and achieved awesomeness, as celebrated here.
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WWPDD - whoop'd do by SunnyJames
What would the Pastafarian deity do? Not a damn thing ‘cause he knows he’s imaginary. Besides, the big tentacle in the sky is gettin’ busy at the stripper factory.
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Only Sky by Ian Porter
This is a quote from John Lennon (Imagine). This has had over 6000 views.
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New Woman by mistertrooth
Photo montage composed in photoshop. The ‘robot head’ is made from a picture of a metal tube, with motorcycle headlights for eyes. The ‘hair’ is from a piece of jewellery, and the lips are from a picture of elizabeth taylor! I enjoy the idea that I’ve turned Liz into a robot, and made mona look a bit cheeky…
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A Galaxy Away by retepk
The scans revealed no lifeforms but they thought they would check the planet’s surface nevertheless. It would seem to be an uninhabited planet with a volatile atmosphere and barren surface. Their journey continues. / Created in Bryce.
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Prehistoric Angel by transmute
See the Wunderkammer Probably the most amazing collection of scientific curiosities gathered anywhere in Australia. A preview of an upcoming series shot on 35mm awaiting processing a printing. Thank you to Ray for allowing me to shoot in his store/museum.
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Living by transmute
Taken in Kempsey, NSW. Not a place of dreams (with apologies to anyone who lives there)
Recent Work
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Hope for a new day meter 7/8/9 / MCN:C64CX-5Y49H-U6JVP Copyright Notice / © 2005-2009 Helen M. Bascom / All rights reserved. None of the materials provided on this web page may be used, reproduced or transmitted, in whole or in part, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or the use of any information storage and retrieval system, downloading, printing, or linking without permission in writing from Helen M. Bascom. Removal of electronic copyright information, digital fingerprints, or embedded watermarks on any image is strictly prohibited. To request permission to use any material on this page, to link to any image, and for further inquiries, contact Ms. Bascom by email. CLICK HERE to submit your request.
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Heavenly Treasury by H M Bascom
Praise the Lord and Pass the Collection Plate Visit Active Art / MCN:C7587-76D2C-901F9 FEATURED by C.O.R.E.
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Religion Is . . . by H M Bascom
Organized religion is the source of much evil in the world. FEATURED by C.O.R.E. / MCN:C9C73-87F52-B5482 Visit ACTIVE ART Thanks to CG Textures for a bit of grunge I monitor distribution of my work with TinEye
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Rocking Out At Work by Lloyd Harvey
Something I knocked together using my new graphic element I designed whilst at work on a lined pad of paper using a biro. I then cleaned it up on the computer and added some design behind it. Copyright 2009.
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Solace by pauldrobertson
Pastels on Paper… / The moment we have is all that we have. we must live our lives in the omnipresent awareness that this is the case. / it is a tragedy that our lives are built of such structures so inviolable and FINITE. / ... our only choice is to live beautifully… that these moments are full, that we live hard, live with passion and kindness. / it’s the metaphor running throguh all of my work… / we are doomed to live in linear time, and we have to die. / therefore… the moments that we can choose to form well… / become infinitely more precious. the girls are holding each other in the face of the annihilation of the moment, and in the terrible sadness that it is gone, now, and gone and gone. / SOCIAL MECHANICS The hell in the wall. I’ve never been able to understand social mechanics. It seems that people will have an intense dislike for me and I can never work out why. I slip through the fabric of the social menagerie and seem to offend people every step I take. I am not cruel or vindictive. I don’t have that in my nature. I guess it might be that I get angry and lose my temper and wax lyrical in the face of stupidity, but I don’t do that very often. It remains an eternal mystery to me. People float in and out, sometimes they’re cruel, sometimes flippant, but always enigmatic, and I feel like I have (of course) a scream in my throat at the absoluteness of the lack of communication. We’re all fucked up, some of us have been crippled by life’s great turning wheels, and yet there is no solidarity. Someone will ask me a question and I feel like beginning my sentence by explaining that they might not be able to hear me because of the pane of glass between us; the separation of experience and memory and the inadequacy of the tools that we have for communicating with each other. / I don’t get it, I never have. Most people only exist for me as a collection of unexplained actions that happened to occur within my field of vision. And yet I am DESPERATE to communicate. It seems like my every action is driven by the need to explain, the need to bridge the loneliness and by so doing stifle the despair. Is that in itself an offensive thing? What is it about me that I need to change? / It exists everywhere in equal proportions, a universal silence under and inside the endless chatter. Shouting out our apathy and miscommunication. There is a world – consciousness, or at least world hegemony, and that is that we are universally alone. / Existing through books is not enough. I guess I’ve always known that. C.S. Lewis said that we read to know that we’re not alone. But it doesn’t really work like that; we read and find that we think or feel along similar lines to another person, yes, and so we are relieved. But this is a person that we will probably never meet, and certainly if we did we would be unlikely to be able to communicate with them at all, let alone on the level that they had communicated with us. It’s one way. I think that that’s why I am always giving my books to other people, – it touched me, can it touch you too? Are we alike? In this, if in nothing else? / I have this thing where I feel like my every action is unconditionally controlled. Not in the sense that I have absolute control, more that I MUST maintain it. It feels like my hands will fly up of their own accord, scattering everything in their flight. Or that my legs will kick out by themselves in the middle of a conversation with someone. Or sometimes like I must rigidly control the muscles in my face so as not to let them slip into what it feels like they naturally desire to do. If I let my masque slip, there will be a twitching grimace that will assert itself in a spasm that will gain control of my face. My features will collapse into the gargoyle that many seem to find in my traditional and bland features. I will be sibilance and palsy. / But time is so slow so slow to me now People seem to me to be moving in stutters of motion and talking in riddles, though that in itself is nothing new. / No, not anything new at all.When someone asks how it is that you are miserable, look at Johnny, he’s got cancer and both his parents have just died and have you smelled his breath? It’s tragic. How can you be sad, look at your life, you have everything? I have always thought, well, I’m sad for Johnny too now. And I’m guilty, that’s for sure. And I’m sad for the kid I taught when I was on teaching prac’ that was so wrapped up in autism she couldn’t even fucking see, and I’m sad for the old woman I saw all covered in makeup and perfume for NOONE and I’m sad for the aboriginal kid I saw today, who’s father’s shattered alcoholic face was buried in her sweet golden hair.
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Are we there yet? by Mel Brackstone
She parked her bum on that high seat / Suitcase placed beneath her feet / Leaning back, provocative pose / Head thrown back, tilted nose. / Are we there yet? What a feast / Sure you are, you sexy beast. Thanks Bill, love it!
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Une Solitude Imparfaite (An Imperfect Solitude) by AndyGii
Even on a park bench we can attempt to distance ourselves from others, but can we truly be alone when we share the bench?
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Reason for the Season (Black) by Dave Pearson
The real reason for the season(s). Also available with white lettering.
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21 December 2012 - The End of The World by Adam de la Mare
The current buzz around the world at the moment is about the end of The Mayan Calander predicted to be the “END OF THE WORLD” The date is believed to be 21st December 2012 This would also make December 2012 the shortest month of the year. My dilemma is…. do I buy Christmas presents in 2012 or not??? Enjoy. .
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Greetings all you Lucious Ladies and Gorgeous Gentlemen… I have in my possession ten of my Beautiful, Enigmatic Calendars… I am selling them at £50 each inc p&p… 50% of which will be donated to the charity for the Deaf and Blind… As this is a charity close to my heart.. I recently joined my local shop for a spot of hands on volunteering… / I for one am deeply grateful for both my sight and hearing, it was the least I could do… / As an Artist that utilises both visuals and sounds in my work as well as someone who loves and appreciates the beauty of visual and aural delights, I decided this was a very good idea. I would be delighted to personally sign the calendars and even pen a personal dedication if you so wish… I would dearly love to hear what you honestly think of this new venture of mine… Yours faithfully Delphine de Noire aka Medusa
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False Idols by AndyGii
Featured by C.O.R.E. Jul 09 / Surrealism Jul 09 / RB Alumni Jul 09 Original photography and post production by Andy Gii / Stock Photography from Dreamstime
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