Abstract emotion
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It’s wet in Brisbane… loving cozy days and nights I reckon this’d make a nice…. “missing you” card. Abstracts and Artsy Architecture Landscapes and Nature Street Tasmania
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My first illustration for the New year. / Full View recommended archanN.net
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Often those we believe we are closest too are no more than strangers in our lives. Acrylic On Canvas. Original Painting is 110cm x 110cm. / Painted 13.10.2007
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Collab with Ms.Chen Now this one seriously took me a very long time to make. Finally! and Salty was after my life to complete it. PRINT AVAILABLE!!!
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Mixed medium illustration. Photograph of the closed off opening posture of a gesturing anonymous woman with Asian motifs.
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Oil on canvas, 18” x 14” (457×356mm)
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This painting is yet another example of why I think it’s better that I stick to the illustrations and leave the “fine arts” to others. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it’s worse than a Jonas Brothers album or anything, but…well…it is what it is.
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Welcome to NONO LAND archanN.net
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Acrylic on canvas. One of a set of two pieces. / / See also:
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“I thought my sins were all scarlet, I dreamed of running away… / It takes a heart as big as an ocean to wash a shipwreck to the shore.” Horse McDonald – Ship to Shore
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A tiny, tidy room. I am speaking in memories, illusions and pleasantries. The air conditioner is not running and the sun shines through a white window over white wicker furniture and artificial floral arrangements and a tile floor that is not lovely at all, not chic at all, but is always clean. / I am leaving, / scooting around the edge, / feeling my way in the dark, / suddenly unable to breath. / I feel proud of myself for avoiding the obvious. Proud for not bringing it to anyone’s attention. Proud for not mentioning that I was suffocating. Proud that I didn’t let my feelings show. Proud that I was what someone else wanted me to be and not who I am. Proud that I had kept / the secret. / I open the door to get into the car, sniff the air, look down. I must have stepped in elephant poop. / I don’t feel proud at all. This painting is acrylic on canvas. 52”x52” 2008
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Sometimes it’s important to treasure the moments we have…. / A very wise friend once told me ‘Don’t try to push the river’...and she was right. / Everything happens for a reason and we learn to listen with our hearts. When the time is right, we know…. Neverending White Lights
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1st work from a little series called “Divorce”.
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passion. / love. / posessive. / pain print available!!!
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I know I said I wasn’t putting music to my heART anymore but jeez….I couldn’t resist this one. / Today I woke up smiling and it lasted all day – I’m having more and more days like this and it feels wonderful. New horizons…...it’s all good….. Style Council – My Ever Changing Moods
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Eyes closed in weight of the storm that raged in his head and made his body ache. He bent over the edge and his hair cascaded past his forehead. The dumb current of pain that had pulled at his chin and bound his legs lifted. Tears fell one at a time across the dry shelf of the desert plain. His soul found refuge in the salty drops and suddenly he was flooding his feet with blue pools. Despite efforts to stop, he was unable until a sudden jerk on his arm from a passing leaf that was busy being dropped from a tree. The leaf exclaimed, “It’s Spring. Why am I being thrown away. I thought I’d have a place to live until the autumn. Now what do I do?” And the leaf drifted away toward the gutter. / Tears flooded the sidewalk and he started at his reflection in the puddles. He saw the sky. He saw a cloud lift the future and shove it into a sunset and a moon trace outlines on the hips of another galaxy and the star that was his wishing star multiply and fling glitter across the universe, which scattered it also onto the street, the pool of tears, the gutter, the trees, the walls that would always come down eventually and the man’s eyes opened and he saw. He saw that glitter had originated inside his own eyes. And he walked on. Kind of a mystery and kind of weird and this was not something he would tell his friends about. So he stifled the crazy thoughts and went to lunch. Yet their was a secret smile in his brain from knowing that somehow, some way he had the power to throw glitter on the universe by shedding a tear. And that made him chuckle to himself. Odd how one emotion led to another. Like currents that run through fields and each one unlocks a gate to another.
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To console those who mourn in Zion, / To give them beauty for ashes, / The oil of joy for mourning, / The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; / That they may be called trees of righteousness, / ~Isaiah 61:3 Stock Credits: / Eye: http://larafairie-stock.deviantart.com/ / Tree: http://its-only-stock.deviantart.com/ / Damask: http://mangion.deviantart.com/
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anxiety. notions. curiosity. irritation PRINT AVAILABLE!
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