Matt Penfold
Profile
Text attached to my photo The Bridge explains in rough verse how I stumbled upon red bubble. I’ve been lurking for a couple of months now and decided I’d like to get involved. If you’re a member of red bubble you’ll know how easy it is to get sucked into the vortex. I’d look at one of Naomi’s images then read the comments and if the comment was interesting I’d check out the site of the commentator which in turn led me to …. etc.. .. .. . I seemed to keep coming back to particular people, sometimes for the images sometimes for the banter and sometimes for the controversy and usually for a combination of these. I had no intention of placing my photographs on the web until I found this community. I don’t have any prejudices regarding what makes a good image, if I like it visually or if it provokes thoughts or emotions then it’s good.
I’m happy to receive comments and constructive criticism.
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Groups
Matt Penfold hosts Friendly General Discussion and is a member of # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE , Renewable Energy Awareness - [Name your source in item's description] , ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Mornings & Evenings -- Sunbeams & Storms" 1 photo per 24 hrs; 3 drawings or paintings per 24 hrs, All About Boating, All New Improved Seascapes [only upload one per day], All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, All Write Now, Atheism, Australian Travel Photography and Writing - 1 a day, B&W - Character - People Shots, Beach Art, Birds and Creatures of Flight, Bridges, Canon DSLR (One Image Per Day & A Canon Camera Must Be In The Description Before It's Accepted), Children-The Power of Raw Emotion , Collaboral Damage, Core [C.O.R.E], Days Gone By (Photographs must be twenty years or older and include people please), Dresses, Extreme Close-Ups, First Things, Flash Fiction, For the Love of Cats , 1 image a day , Friends of RedBubble, Graphic Scratch, ImageWriting (2/24), Infrared Photography, LEFT WING VALUES AND POSITIVE GLOBAL AWARENESS, Lightning and Storms, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Mood & Ambience - Strictly Photos, Out of the Blue (75%+ Blue), Pelicans, Photo-Zen, Photography 101, Piers and Jetties, Rusty, Crusty and Falling to Bits - 2 Per 24 Hours, Selective Coloring, Shoot The Moon, Shots in the Fog, Sunrise, Sunset, Sydney's Guide to Exhibitions, The beauty of poetry, The Scouts, TUTORIALS (Help and Advice forums), Twisted Tales, Vanishing Points, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!, WMG and Writers Edge.
Journal Entries
Radio RedBubble
Posted 28 days ago, 48 comments so far.
Shock Horror
Posted about 1 month ago, 27 comments so far.
Generational Milestone
Posted 2 months ago, 32 comments so far.
Bendy Lens Fun
Posted 2 months ago, 38 comments so far.
Boats on fire!
Posted 3 months ago, 26 comments so far.
Back to Bubble Land
Posted 4 months ago, 12 comments so far.
To all my redbubble friends, not quite back yet, dang!
Posted 5 months ago, 14 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Lorenzo's Oils (or Lorenzo's Painted Universe)
When cast upon this hostile shore / I didn’t lose my faith nor curse / This nutshell opened up for me / Lorenzo’s painted universe
Likely?
When love’s goddess is hardened is there hope / Can flesh regrow upon a soulless bone?
Even When You Feel Alone
Your state of mind is tenuous / As balanced on a knife / And even efforts strenuous / To take control of life / May in the end just miss the mark / And never bear a single fruit / So left to flounder …
The insult
Dear Sir / / The injuries suffered by my wife were neither insignificant nor due to her own negligence as you have so callously suggested. Two broken fingers and the painful loss of the nail from…
The Wall
they each jumped away just in time for me to twist into the wall of the stone tower and break my fall with my shoulder, the crunch was sickening and for a moment I thought all was lost.
What do you reckon Dad?
I know I shed a tear or two / When father slipped the coil / The day he died and also when / They covered him with soil
