Chris Armytage Gallery
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HOST GALLERY |
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Most of my images evolve from the countryside around the small country town where I live in the central highlands of Victoria, in the South-Eastern corner of Australia. I never run out of subjects, there is beauty in every blade of grass if you look for it. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t create, it’s as natural to me as breathing, especially now that we have the tools to achieve great art with digital photography. It’s so exciting and I feel that my creativity has finally come to fruition with these fantastic digital tools. |
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This is a macro image of wild grasses in a field near my home. It was such a simple manipulation and has amazed me by attracting more faves and comments than any of my works – it’s a huge personal fave too! |
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Colors burst in wild explosions |
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On a windy day let’s go flying |
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Maybe at the road’s end all that matters |
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My town, a great place to visit! |
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Far-off is the place I chose to live. |
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Another personal favourite. |
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Earth, mountains, rivers – hidden in this nothingness. I had so much fun creating this image, and it’s partner, “Transparent”. Mounted prints of these hang in my work room, they make me smile every time I see them. Hope you like them too! |
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Like the little stream |
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It is the sweet, simple things of life One of my earliest attempts at digital manipulation. |
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A collaborative work with Rick Heller whose sensitive, evocative writing is a joy to read. “Stories told…” (impressions from “Land of Stillness” by ChrisArmytage:) *_“what started so long ago continues, and brushes by all, everything, leaving traces of itself to be found again and again…_ echoes last forever, they are carried from the edges of time contained within, words, letters that move, a language of all … the very first wind took flight so long ago, and simply such is the grain that was carried, lying deep, waiting to take hold … a blade of windblown grass is found simply waiting |
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It was the time when there comes a brief pause in the toil of the fields before the beginning of the labors of harvest—every year recurring, every year straining every nerve of the peasants. The crop was a splendid one, and bright, hot summer days had set in with short, dewy nights. |
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The tree was barren of leaves but you brought a new spring. |
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When you have come to the edge of all the light you have I was born on a very small Island to the south of mainland Australia and my first memories are of drawing stick figures in the sand … art is my first love, the beach is a close second! |
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I haven’t put all my images into large format because it will take forever to scroll down. I will add more as we go along though. Please enjoy :)x |
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Absolutely gorgeous collection of work Chris – so many that I haven’t seen before. I will be back lots of times to digest all these beautiful works! |
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and enjoy I did Chris, very much so. I felt like I was on a holiday, thank you! |
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Hi Chris – this looks STUNNING!!!!! Every one of your images holds a quality of deep emotion and are images that I can loose myself in for ages. |
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A different road is just SO BEAUtiful. I love that. Let’s go flying, so vintage and golden. |
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Gorgeous work, Chris . . . extremely well done! Many congrats. |
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You have really wonderful work in your gallery Chris, looks wonderful! Congratulations! |



































































