This is a Dedication and a Tribute for a young Sudanese man, who was viciously set-upon and killed by a group of 8-10 youths/men on the 26 Oct 2009. The young man (23 yo) died from a fatal stab-wound to the neck. He bled to death. He leaves behind a daughter of 3 years of age, and his young partner, the mother of his little girl. At least 2 of the gang have been arrested since the incident and have been charged with murder. He came to this country (Australia) at the age of 19 with the view of achieving a “better” life, to get a job, and to start sending money back to his family still living in Sudan. Over the past few weeks I came to know him, his story, his fears, his experiences, his struggles, the racism he’d experienced, the depression and the alcoholism that he’d succumbed to since living here in the land of his disappointment. Not too long ago he said he was happier, though very poor and often hungry, “back home”. We laughed occasionally and talked deeply, and he was starting to feel encouraged for the first time since being here. He’d told me how he wanted to be a “better” father, and not get angry with his partner, to get off the drinking cycle and to learn not to react to, nor escalate the racial taunting he experienced too often. Our country and our Governments proffer much to such immigrants. I believe “we” as a Nation have failed our end of the arrangement. His family chose him to come here, as he had the best prospects to learn and “succeed” on behalf of those he would leave behind. His mother’s hopes and dreams now end with his death. His partner is alone and confused, still coming to terms with what had happened. A little girl sleeps restless, never to know her father, and the beautiful spirit that lay within,beneath the shame and disappointment he’d felt with regard to his life in Australia. And the price for Freedom for this young man? His death. He no longer suffers, ‘tis a fact — and a few such as I, are left to wonder, “Why?” I have the fortune and the privilege to have met and gotten to know this young man — this warrior lost — and he has given me more than he will ever know. He journeys beyond these shores, westward towards the setting sun, across the ocean, returns in spirit to his Sudan, his Africa, his homeward calling.
An original capture of Moonflower seed pods….captured in Northern, CA on 10/03/09 / They begin from these large thorny pods, and this is the final result at the end of their life cycle – only to begin again…. / Moonflower 08 / Labor Day Moonflower Copyright protected and registered – please respect copyrights. / / /
A double layers made with 2 pics,one of me at 21 years old and a crushed piece of paper.I was surprised by the effects and I thought this image represent so well a poem that I’ve wrote and how I felt at that time- / .............seams like in another life….. Letter to my ex. My thoughts or my first life / are images of fire-camps, / summers that last forever / in our teenaged heads Ridiculous existential problems / Love was called «baby» / Possessed by the devil, I guess / All of a sudden,the funnel closed. I gave you my soul , / God knows where you hid it / The zombi ’s blaming himself / crying ,bad expertise. Sadic and redundant karma / immeasurable lonelyness,for sure / but quietely the justice / follows the road and matures. I was so old in spite of my youth / limited time,floral aroma / laughs filled with caresses / You broke me like a stupid toy. Why this frosen legacy / My angel,my animal / cold heart,dark , you left me / Oh ! Yes I still ache…........ Lettre à mon Ex Mes pensées ou ma première vie / Sont des images de feux de camp / Des étés qui s’étampent à l’infini / Dans nos têtes d’adolescents. Problèmes existentiels dérisoires / L’amour ça s’appelait «bébé» / Possédée du démon, faut voir / Très vite ,l’entonnoir s’est fermé Je t’ai donné mon âme / Dieu sait où tu l’as mise / Le zombi qui se blâme / Pleure,mauvaise expertise Karma sadique redondant / Grande solitude ,pour sûr / Mais la justice tout bonnement / Suit son cours et devient mûre J’étais vieille,malgré ma jeunesse / Temps si court,parfum floral / Rires empreints de caresse / Tu m’as cassée, comme un jouet banal Pourquoi cet héritage glacé / Mon ange, mon animal / Coeur durçi ,noir,tu m’as laissée / Ah! oui ,j’ai encore mal…… Gisèle alias Micmac july 2002
For you Terez , my lovely daughter….she died when she was nearly 15… This is one of my new oil painting series ,90cmx90cmx3cm on canvas . Thank you my friends your comments and support mean a lot to me. I had this pain bottled up in me so so long… but I knew and hoped with time passing things will change and turn out good… I was right, things started to unfold last week and I could just see and feel it. Working with this wonderful model just inspired me and brought all those feelings up from my heart, bones and my most inner part. I loved every minutes of it and it gave me a wonderful peace of mind.
This fractal design reminds me of a Mother owl with her two little ones. I created this work with Apophysis 2.08 3dhack and a script (Textured Esscher waves). Designer: Thea Walstra /
“So you know me?” You know how I see / How I skip from dream to dream / The child within the man / The druid that sings with the bard / The Emerald tablet, the breath of Hermes / My magic both light and dark / My tongue both poison and cure / My presence both positive and negative. “I am chaos within sanity!” A feeling, an essence never to be held / A vessel who hungers nutritious subsistence / The reflection that fell for you. “You know me!” The little boy who seeks home / The labyrinth without doors / The scream upon silent lips. “A ghost but passing through!” By Malcolm.E.Wheeldon / 2009 (Thank you all for your words and time!) / Peace / Druidstorm
(please listen to the music as it adds to the viewing experience) Again, conflicts press heavily upon me. / I ask if what I do be right? / I weigh the thoughts inside of of me, / Longing to answer my cries with insight. Changes have come so quickly; / I am not as I was before. / Yet through these I still ponder, / Have I come to another door? Will someone not listen? / Will someone not hear? / I ask for understanding / Yet am confronted with fear! I am not alone, / But does anyone see / These unanswered questions / That now trouble me? Perhaps I ask too much. / Perhaps I am unfair. / All I know is unknowing / And my continual tears. . . RLT© / HONORABLY FEATURED IN: / C.O.R.E. / A collaboration – a photo of my youngest sister Linda taken by my middle sister Lana. I scanned it & used a decay technique in Photoshop using masking, texture & displacement maps / - Thanks for looking. . . —-—-— --—-—-—— / / The Kaleidoscope / Created from this image – hope you enjoy it. . – - Insight: At times this was how I saw what was happening to my sister when her husband (now ex) would belittle her & tell her no one but him would ever want her. / Always beautiful, she is now happily remarried and a very successful business executive for a large company – him, not so much. . . karma. . . . :o) / - / – - – - – - – - —-—-—-- – - – - – - – - / Music: Enigma – I Love You I’ll Kill You
Artwork: Schizophrenia Worktime: 10 hours Listen to: MY DYING PRIDE – For Lies I Sire No Stock-Material use! / Only material from my archiv!
An upgrade to Rise of the Kelpies. / Background a collaboration with Trudi All ponies my own images / All work Done in ps Cs2 Kelpie By Jethro Tull
Living in the pain-filled world of FMS, some days are almost unbearable. Made worse now by two types of diabetes and failing eyesight. I created this photoart for my photopoints site, a few years ago (2005). I wanted a visual portrayal of mental and physical pain, in the form of photoart. Unfortunately the evil condition is worse now. And that has prompted me to upload this. I hope I’ll be back to my paintings soon. Some days, recently, I can’t move or lift a paint brush. Last week, I didn’t want to wake up to face it. Or wake up at all. Looking back throughout history, the best artists seemed to have suffered!
There is a strong message to you here. One which tell you to embrace your physical body by expanding your awareness of your positive and creative nature. Try visualising yourself going about your daily life, able to access and use your personal power during every thought, feeling and activity. / You have great animal energy and the bull is represented quite clearly in this healing painting. Your Spirit Guides are by you and you should call on them for support and healing energies, they are all around you, just ask them for help and they will assist. This comes across very strongly. This healing painting is dedicated to Colin, with love and healing thoughts from us all at Unseen. You have been placed on our healing list and we shall think of you daily. November, 4th 2009
acrylic gouache chalk indian ink on cardboard
Nikon Daisies © Vicki Ferrari Dreaming Daisies! :) Purchase Card / Purchase Print / Tech / Nikon D70s / Nikon E 50mm 1.8 / Nikon 28-105mm / Photoshop Composition (uploaded 18th September 2009)
Saved from Death and worse than death, / Another soul to live! / Our Sister Susan, here, draws breath, / For you were kind to give. Poem® 19 Nov 2009, Dayonda Stribling / www.redbubble.com Photo ed’s note: This pic is deliberately darkened aound Susan’s eyes to bring them out in all their beauty. Susan’s face has been electronically edited in the tradition of old-fashioned oil paints-on-a-print enhancement. If you’re using a laptop and you can’t see Susan’s face, tip your screen toward you, that should do it. / __ When we first met Susan on a mission to a rural village in April 2007, she was in the later stages of death. Her body was infested with intestinal worms. Medicines would not work. I prayed for her in the village, along with two other mission volunteers. We left to continue our journey. But God spoke to me, and we returned that evening and put her in our old battered vehicle and brought her to our mission centre. We continued to pray and command death to leave her alone. 5 days later and God completely healed her. Now as you see, Susan is completely healed. She shares her testimony with us on missions into other villages and many have also received healing and hope. Praise God! Please help us to continue to reach others in need and extreme poverty. ALL PROCEEDS FROM SALE OF MY ART, PLUS DONATIONS MADE TO PHILADELPHIA MISSION CHARITY, GOES TO HELP EXTREME POOR AND SICK IN REMOTE AND RURAL VILLAGES IN AFRICA. WE NEVER TAKE ANYTHING OUT OF YOUR GIVING. ALL CHARITY OVERHEADS ARE COVERED BY OUR MEMBERS AND VOLUNTEERS. www.Philadelphia33.org Painted over Photo. (R) 19 Nov 2009 to / www.Philadelphia33.org
Please think of Daphane who is very unwell presently, she is in need of all our thoughts and prayers at this difficult time. Daphane you have been placed on our healing list and we shall think of you daily. November,20th 2009
2006 Watercolour and Charcoal illustration on 140 lb. watercolour paper 14×20” Mrs. Waddie was my neighbor when I was living in same complex where Veronica was also my neighbor and model for me you remember Veronica. Anyway Mrs. Waddie could never get her car out of the garage and would always ask me to please get it out for her. She was/is a sweet old lady and kind of reminded me of my grandmama.
The surf was really kicking up at Coquina Beach on Anna Maria Island , Florida. I love all the shells that wash up near the rocks.
This house is across the street from the Siesta Public Beach, in Siesta Key, Florida.
Heart Reef © Vicki Ferrari A scan of an original print, taken using a Minolta SLR, back in the early 1990’s. / Heart Reef is located north of Hamilton Island, on the Great Barrier Reef, in North Queensland, Australia. It was named Heart Reef because, and obviously, it looks like a heart! / This photograph was taken from one of my regular chopper rides up on the island. I never got sick of flying in choppers, or seeing the amazing reef from the air! When you are at the Whitsundays, well worth visiting the Reef by helicopter! The view is amazing! Vicki Ferrari Purchase Card / Purchase Laminated Print / / Purchase Mounted Print / / Purchase Framed Print / / Uploaded 21st May 2009
Done is Apophysis 3D hack With head bowed yet standing tall / The Tree bows with Honor. / Standing for all to see.
For other works see the new art/literature ezine, Le Nouveau Monde Vert, at lnmveditors.50webs.com (LNMV is now accepting art/poetry submissions for the 2009 issue. Email to: lnmveditors@yahoo.co.uk)
Coloured Pencil and Ink on 280 gsm Smooth Card (A3) (unsure of brand of paper as I’ve had it in my studio for years). We all need to look inwards sometimes, I did this image as a cathartic exercise. Views: 590 as at 20-11-09
2004 Acrylic on Canvas 48×60” Jazz was Featured in Jazz Art Group / July 09…..page 4 This was a commission, which is mostly what I do, besides work for Exhitbits. The old quarters in the Big Easy…. with Louie playing …...When the Saints Come Marchin’ In….... accompanied by Brownie and Miles. Jazz musicans is one of my Favorite subjects to paint. Original not for sale
Ink on 200gsm Smooth Card ( A4) (not sure of brand as I’ve had it in my studio for many years) FEATURED in ‘Raw Art’ July 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Finks of Inks’ August 2009 Views: 470 as at 17-11-09
Introduction to the HEALING JOURNEY:
The intent of this group is to provide a forum for members to dialogue, through their art, their emotional and psychological journeys to inner feelings, conflicts, and motivations. Art becomes the path toward embracing, understanding, and releasing emotions to foster a greater sense of well being in an atmosphere where creativity can flourish.
Members are encouraged to explore the fluid nature of their chosen medium and in so doing, let go of preconceived ideas; most creative moments occur when we follow our instincts more so than our heads. Feelings enliven us, giving color and texture to our experiences. To feel the full range of emotions is akin to painting with a complete palette of colors or, using music as a metaphor, playing with all eighty-eight keys on the piano. The Latin roots of the word emotion tell the tale, i.e (our)+movere (move).
Writing and listening to music connect us with feelings that flow naturally like a river or just like a river, get dammed up. If blocked, they build up in the unconscious, blocking awareness. Eventually, repressed feelings overflow or burst out in a deluge. Mental and physical health are improved when we are involved in the expressive arts. Studies have shown that writing about one’s illness or inner life boosts immunity and restores balance and harmony in our lives. Creative expression is medicine for the soul.
Daily life, work, errands, and raising children leave little time to recapture the wonder we knew as children. The light gets dimmer, the path more obscured, until we find that we have disconnected from our inner world having watched our dreams fade into the background. The expressive arts such as photography, poetry, painting, drawing, writing, sculpting, and journaling become more necessary as we face the demands and responsibilities of adulthood. We can’t afford to lose the awe of the magical years of childhood.
In this group, we will seek to refuel the artistic process by exploring “paths” toward unlocking the creative spirit. Suggested readings will be posted in a bibliography. We will offer challenges to facilitate creative expression. Rewards or prizes will include donations to charities that support the medical problems of our members, their friends and families. Names of charities that support animal and wildlife causes will be included. The first challenge will be posted at the beginning of April.
Guidelines
In order to facilitate this interaction and self-expression, we need to have a few guidelines:
1. We encourage each member to introduce/himself in the forum including your concerns about an illness, psychological or medical, that concerns you, family or friends.
2. In order to have all art works of all members have more or less “equal” exposure, please upload a maximum of two pieces a day. This includes all forms of art, photography, poetry, writing, and journal entries.
3. To keep the quality of entries at a high standard, only upload what you consider your best work.
4. Please only include images or writing that deals with psychological or medical issues. Also include a brief description of how your artwork relates to the theme of our group. There have been some wonderful examples of artwork where members have drawn or written about their pain or represented the plight of other sentient beings with whom we share the earth. Helene Ruiz has given me permission to use her work as a good example of an artist who has drawn her pain after a severe spinal injury. Pairing your artwork with poetry and narratives is highly encouraged. A new member of redbubble and our group, faithart has given me permission to use one of her works as an example of an artist who has paired her artwork with poetry. Her oil painting “Fawn”,is a poignant painting of an endangered animal and an excellent example of integrating visual artwork with poetry.
5. Members are encouraged to keep a journal to record feelings, thoughts and dreams.
And so we begin with support, hope and encouragement to all who walk the path of the healing journey.
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