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Pink Confetti by Fiona Christensen

Pink Confetti by local band Freshlyground Pink confetti has flown everywhere / These days go by so fast / If you’re listening, if you’re out there / I really miss you, won’t you come back? Mr. Rosenthal and Davy Crockett came around for tea / They wondered what you know / I couldn’t tell them that you had fallen from my pocket / So I sent them on a yellow-brick road / Oh, darling I’m sorry you missed the (your) party / Everyone, everyone was there Seconds rolled into minutes and hours / Days were unforgiving without my lover by my side / I should have listened when you said you had to be / The pink confetti running all over me / Oh, darling I’m sorry you missed the (your) party / Everyone, everyone was there / but you, baby ummm.. basically… i miss you…. Featured In The Woman Photographer / Young Enthusiasts / Self-Portrait / Art For The World
Blissful Moment by Daniela M. Casalla

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” / Marcel Proust
Cloud EIGHT © by Vicki Ferrari

Cloud EIGHT © Happy Scale 8/10 For the Happy Challenge / (this time, following Redbubble’s guidelines! Not like Shed The Shadows—when I didn’t!) At eighteen, I felt free from any burden… / Now, again, I feel free from most burdens, bar the ones that we can’t shed of course, that we actually need to live! But these ‘things’ don’t have to be burdens, I can view them as ‘growth makers’ and my outlook can be, will be and is young and bright once again… I can’t look like I did when I was 18 but I can make a cartoon out of it! And the symbolism being generated here is that I am floating up around the clouds, like cloud eight. :))... / (maybe not all the time but hey, it’s a balance!!) Tech / Composition of many different mediums!
Smudges on My Mirror by drjones

Self Portrait looking at the blemishes of life
Jilted: can't face this by Karin Elizabeth

One more in the Jilted series.
Sweet As Silence by Erin-Louise Hickson

this is really bad quality because i took this on my phone but it came out really good i liked how my hair made this kinda frame for it and the blur gives it an eery look :) Featured In: / Self Portraite
Portrait of the artist with his pants down! by Paul Richmond

Photo: Allison Grimes / Styling: Patricia Begley Painter Paul Richmond poses pin-up style with one of his Cheesecake Boy pieces for an article on gay artists. Join Paul’s mailing list: / www.eepurl.com/bxNm - / website: www.paulrichmondstudio.com / blog: www.paulrichmondstudio.blogspot.com / store: www.paulypants.etsy.com
Dancer Down... by Sam Dantone

There is a dancer down at the Cosmic Dance Studio. She has fallen and can not get up. No helping hand can get her back on her feet. The full length mirrors reflect, what once was and what is to come. Her will to dance again must come from within. Will it…? Life is the Cosmic Dance. Sam Dantone Ball point pen on light gray illustration board. 7” x 11.5”

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f o u r t e e n by mimi yoon

. i sold my dreams / my memories / and my soul but i’m keeping my heart / and the bird that sings inside… ©2009 mimi . larger view 14/100 of 1000 girls in 100 days / topic: diabla . 11.14.2oo9 / acrylic on canvas / digital / 30” square .
What is the colour of freedom? by x- pose

Freedom / BY / Khalil Gibran And an orator said, “Speak to us of Freedom.” And he answered: At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom, Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them. Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff. And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment. You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound. And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour? In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains, though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle the eyes. And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard that you may become free? If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead. You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon them. And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed. For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their won pride? And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you. And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared. Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape. These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling. And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light. And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom. Und ein Redner sagte: Sprich uns von der Freiheit. Und er antwortete: Am Stadttor und an eurem Herd habe ich euch unterwürfig und in Anbetung eurer Freiheit gesehen,; Wie Sklaven sich vor einem Tyrannen erniedrigen und ihn preisen, obwohl er sie tötet. Ja, im Hain des Tempels und im Schatten der Zitadelle habe ich die Freiesten unter euch ihre Freiheit als Joch und Handschellen tragen sehen. Und das Herz blutete mir; denn ihr könnt nur frei sein, wenn selbst der Wunsch, die Freiheit zu suchen, euch zum Zügel wird und wenn ihr aufhört, von Freiheit als Ziel und Erfüllung zu reden. Wirklich frei werdet ihr nicht sein, wenn eure Tage ohne Sorge sind und eure Nächte ohne jeden Wunsch und Kummer, Sondern erst dann, wenn sie euer Leben umfassen und ihr euch dennoch nackt und ungebunden über sie erhebt. Und wie wollt ihr euch über eure Tage und Nächte erheben, wenn ihr nicht die Ketten brecht, die ihr im Morgengrauen eures Verstehens eurer Mittagsstunde angelegt habt? In Wahrheit ist das, was ihr Freiheit nennt, die stärkste dieser Ketten, wenn auch ihre Glieder in der Sonne glitzern und eure Augen blenden. Und was sind es anders als Teile eures eigenen Ichs, die ihr ablegen wollt, um frei zu werden? Wenn es ungerechtes Gesetz ist, das ihr abschaffen wollt, dann habt ihr es mit eigener Hand auf eure Stirn geschrieben. Ihr könnt es nicht auslöschen, indem ihr eure Gesetzesbücher verbrennt, oder die Stirn eurer Richter wascht, und wenn ihr das Meer darauf gießt. Und wenn es ein Despot ist, den ihr vom Thron stürzen wollt, seht zu, dass sein Thron zerstört wird, den ihr in euch errichtet habt. Denn wie kann ein Tyrann die Freien und Stolzen regieren, außer durch eine Tyrannei ihrer eigenen Freiheit und eine Scham über ihren eigenen Stolz? Und wenn es eine Sorge ist, die ihr ablegen wollt, ist sie eher von euch gewählt als euch auferlegt. Und wenn es eine Angst ist, die ihr verjagen wollt, ist der Sitz dieser Furcht in eurem Herzen und nicht in der Hand des Gefürchteten. Wahrhaftig, all das umarmt sich ständig in euch, das Ersehnte und das Gefürchtete, das Abstoßende und das Geschätzte, das Erstrebte und das, dem ihr ausweichen wollt. All das bewegt sich paarweise in euch wie Licht und Schatten, dei einander verhaftet sind. Und wenn der Schatten verblasst und nicht mehr da ist, wird das Licht, das verweilt, zum Schatten eines anderen Lichts. Und so wird eure Freiheit, wenn sie ihre Fesseln ablegt, selbst zur Fessel einer größeren Freiheit. Khalil Gibran – Der Prophet
Carbonara by dreikelvin

et una vita cola
Walking in Memphis by Jeff Clark

I combined a self-portrait and a shot I took of Bourbon Street in New Orleans then added a number of textures I have then adjusted the saturation and hue until I had the effect I wanted. Inspired by the song of the same title by Marc Cohn.
Little Red Ridinghood, page 2 by Brightnewthings

Illustration from a hand made artists book retelling Little Red Riding Hood.
Happy! by The Creative Minds ***

selfportrait by Sabine A. Rusted / The Creative Minds / 13 November 2009
Funny Face by Arletta

Self portrait digital photography from some wee while ago
In pursuit of a colourful world by briarlee r

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Ascension - Self Portrait by Jaeda DeWalt

View All Art » 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 / / Ascension is a self-portrait taken from photographic artist, Jaeda DeWalt’s, The Light series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. Image photographed using a digital camera and remote-controlled shutter release. About this image / I was hesitant to post this image because it doesn’t have that pristine, whispering from the ethers appeal, that i like to create with my photography. But the more i looked at it, the more it grew on me and i began to embrace the flaws for the unique beauty they offer. My eyes look weird, like i am in a trance… it’s a very grainy image, not quite right… but strangely, that is what makes this image work for me. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Matted Prints, / Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / You might also like / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / / / View All Art » 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Greeting the Morning by kirsten116

Canon 40D / Self-Portrait
All of Them Cut by Kaitlyn McLaughlin

Whenever I tell my friend Keith I got a haircut. / He says, “wouldn’t you rather have all of them cut?” / Touche Keith, / touche. So… I got all of my hairs cut the other day. :) Self Portrait.