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.HOMECOMING A. Jill Gaebel / When darkness softly kisses my lids / And the silence of eternity caresses my ears, / When gravity no longer pulls at my shoulders / And hungers no longer drive me forward, / I will know that I have come full circle. When my eyes are no longer stung by joy or pain / And life’s sorrows have lost consequence, / When right and wrong become one / And time and space no longer exist / I will know that I have arrived from whence I came.
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View All Art » 1 2 3 4 5 6 / / Haunted is a self-portrait taken from artist, Jaeda DeWalt’s, Haunting Hands series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Cards, Matted Prints, Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / Image featured in First Things group on 7-23-2009 / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / About This Image / Image originally photographed using a self-timer and Kodak CN400 film (black & white film that’s processed in C-41 chemistry). / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / This image is featured in Jaeda’s Surrealities calendar. / / / / View All Calendars » / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Haunted The eyes do not lie / Weakening the surface of the social masks we wear / A bruised and battered soul can betray the prettiest smile / As the pain seeps through to the surface / Speaking volumes to our emotions and life experience © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite Haunted / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / This image is featured in Jaeda’s Artography Book! / / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / You might also like . . . / / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / View All Art » 1 2 3 4 5 6 browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / /
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Your love’s a gathered storm I chased across the sky / A moment in your arms became the reason why / And you’re still the only light that fills the emptiness / The only one I need until my dying breath / And I would give you everything just to / Feel your open arms / And I’m not sure I believe anything I feel And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here And I’m trying to believe / In things that I don’t know / The turning of the world / The color of your soul / That love could kill the pain / Truth is never vain / It turns strangers into lovers / And enemies to brothers / Just say you understand / I never had this planned And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here / Without you here / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here My head lies to my heart / And my heart it still believes / It seems the ones who love us are the ones / That we deceive / But you’re changing everything / You’re changing everything in me And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here (lyrics – Without You Here -Goo Goo Dolls) *S E L F P O R T R A I T morph 1
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I’ve Seen Her I’ve seen my love; I’ve seen her pass, She walks with such a grace. She turned and smiled across at me, The sun upon her face. And I could swear I caught the scent, The fragrance of her hair. Could I believe – should I believe, Her spirit blessed me there? Her eyes so bright, they shone with love, No pain to cloud them now, And when she laughed, no line was seen, Across that perfect brow. Oh love, if you would only wait, Beyond the tears and pain, We’ll walk together, hand in hand, In love, In peace, Again. David George
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With every brush stroke, a dark figure appears, / Blacks and grays blend in one color, / Leaving behind the shape of Alison’s soul, / Just as it was after the loss of innocence, / Just as it was after an eternity of fear and horror. / / The beauty of Alison exists today, / but with her protector helping her on the way. / Alison’s soul is visible to my eyes, my mind. / She is beauty, caring, warm and loving / She has been all but wiped out but from this life / And as I look at this painting she is screaming to come out. / / “Alison’s soul” is a painting dedicated to the loss of innocence / the unspeakable crimes that betray love and trust. Any sales of items related to this piece will be donated to help abused children. The original is an oil on canvas 22” x 30”
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All through the ages pools, lakes, sacred wells and springs have all been invested with magical properties and believed to be the dwelling places of the gods. Water is a universal symbol for the Soul and is represented by different moods and qualities. It can be gentle like rain and as hard as ice. In this painting using wax the Water Bird has arrived, to be refreshed and to return to its real state of purity by washing away the debit of the past. Encaustic wax
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Original size 112×85 cm. Details /
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A fanciful depiction of the psyche of a Replicant, which has the form of a human, yet the soul of blasphemous creation, a Golem, a Frankenstein, a tormented being, anxious and deranged, knowing its time is short and its end inevitable. The spider patterning exudes the replicant’s un-empathic nature, the thing that separates them from humans. If you haven’t, check out Philip K. Dick’s Novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. It is brilliant. See also:
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A spark ignites within my brain / It quickly joins some others / They fly across my mind’s domain / The fire that cooks my druthers This simple act I call my thought / Glows within me like hot coals / My mind from which it has been wrought / May very well be my soul / / A fractal artwork inspired by the process of thought. Our thoughts are the organically generated electrical currents that ceaselessly swarm through our brains. Thought determines who and what we are, as without them we would merely be lifeless blobs of tissue and bone. Does this mean that our thoughts are actually what we call our ‘soul’? / / It brings to mind the old philosophical and quantum mechanics debates, about whether our minds actually create the reality we live in, or if our minds merely observe the reality around us. We are but infants in our quests to understand thought and the mind, and we will never understand even a fraction of the power it holds in the overall design of the cosmos. / / Now just ‘think’ about all that if you will! /
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A tribute to Ralph Waldo Emerson and the blissful essay “The Over-Soul”. Within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist, and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are the shining parts, is the soul. / Maria Mann
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“The Centre of Your Soul is part of the Abstract Collection..look closely and the brush strokes will seem to coalesce into the imagery expressed in the poem... / I started to create the work with the poem running through my head, and as the brush moved across the paper, the abstract image emerged at the same time as the water, garden, and river made their presence known. / It was exactly as I wanted it to be…a feeling of great depth, a submergence of self, and surrender to the soul. Watercolour and Watercolour mediums on Arches Not Paper… 1144 Views Features in Prize Challenges There is a quiet water / In the center of your soul, / Where a son or daughter / Can be taught what no man knows. There’s a fragrant garden / In the center of your soul, / Where the weak can harden / And a narrow mind can grow. There’s a rolling river / In the center of your soul, / An eternal giver / With a rich and endless flow. There’s a land of muses / In the center of your soul, / Where the rich are losers / and the poor are free to go. So remain with me, then, / To pursue another goal / And to find your freedom / In the center of your soul.. J. Kavanaugh
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Bird out of cage. Photo based illustration with textures and patterns.
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she dances / between her lost dreams / in a space with no time / and no walls she dances / to his distant rhythm… . o1.o6.2oo9 / acrylic on canvas / 30” square .
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Apophysis with post work in PSP Gov’t Mule’s ‘Soul Shine’ Good ‘ol wailin’ blues!!!
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Study of the intimate landscape of the human eye. / Thank you to the model, Erina.
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Ramtha has said that the soul is the same weight as feather.
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Watercolour on 120 gsm Watercolour Paper SOLD a canvas print of this art to fellow Redbubbler Stephaniek FEATURED in ‘Water Media’ June 2009 / FEATURED In ‘Creative Spirits of Queensland’ June 2009 / FEATURED in ‘First Things’ June 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Globes, Spheres and Curves’ July 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Inside Solo’ July 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Daisy and Company’ July 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Art in Math’ October 2009 Views: 509 as at 24-11-09
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The reconstruction of self from outside perceptions. If one tries to build a persona based on other people’s perceptions of Self, one may be faced with a Frankenstein-ization of self that can distort beyond recognition the true Self inside. This bogus persona, a mumbo-jumbo of perceptions, opinions, sick mutilations of character, well or ill intended feedback, etc., is a reductio ad absurdum case based on fleeting, stroboscopic and colour-blind views of one great Soul. Yours. Mine. One possible escape: one must look first and foremost inside one Self, then shine the light from the inside out, so as to never let the dark get inside. —-—-—— Bogus Persona was featured in / CORE [C.O.R.E] group / and / Freedom In Words and ART group
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Metal Rust / Abstract Macro / By Bob Bremner
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“The window of my soul, I throw open to the sun.” A red, orange and yellow canvas made up of multi-layers of colour and texure.
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* / featured in* Globes, Sphere’s & Curves 08-29-2009 / featured in ImageWriting 08-16-2009 / featured in Art in Math 08-12-2009 MUSIC The enemy is after me again / Afraid of the sea and what’s down there / I need to sleep / It’s been a whole week Cos tears keep falling into my pool / Bright lights driving right into me cold I need to sleep / It’s been a whole week Cos tears keep falling into my pool / Bright lights driving right into me cold My bones keep breaking / Tearing me away from the quiet / The silence of my soul, of my soul from the quiet Night time, gruelling, just time to waste / Heights they kill me, leave scarring on my face Cos’ I never, ever, ever fall into sleep? / And I’ve never ever ever felt so weak Cos’ tears keep falling into my pool / Bright lights driving right into me cold My bones keep breaking / Tearing me away from the quiet / The silence of my soul, of my soul from the quiet I wanna fall down…... / I wanna fall down…... / I wanna fall down…... / I wanna fall down…... / I wanna fall down…...
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featured in SOLO-EXHIBITION 10-19-2009 / featured in Angel Wings & Heaven 10-03-2009 / featured in Feminine Intent 09-25-2009 Colors are Emptiness and Emptiness is Color (Lin Yun) /
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created with Incendia, and photoshop
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