Abstraction cris
84 creative works found
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/ Somewhere a moon cries… / / / / DETAILS / this digitalart picture’s size is 4000×6000px. / click a thumbnail for a real-size detail from the original / / / © 2007 Nodakami
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Abstract of rust patterns on metal texture.
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This work was produced on a gessoed wooden panel. I have had this work in my head for many years and recently was able to start and complete it. I first laid out the basic grid, and the basic eye shape with pencil. Then I used various sized and colored acrylic and glass doll eyes, which were made into half spheres (so they could be glued to the flat surface of the board). I painted in a mixture of undertones and colors to each eye, expressing different flesh tones. Then I refined some details of shadow and highlight within each square. My final step was to use different colors of paints and india ink to drip from each eye, expressing fluid teardrops. The concept behind this work pertains to the universality of all human emotion (both pain and joy), yet defines the relativity of personal emotions. It expresses the notion of a mixture of individuals who experience emotional pain, spiritual pain, internal and external conflicts, and even the different causes and natures of joy. The work really came together and fulfilled the conceived inspiration (from within my heart and mind), coming to fruition in the physical result. Now I can move on, and possibly create other works of similar productions and concepts. The dimensions of the original panel are 30in. X 14in. It was produced in 2008.
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Print Available!!!
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sand sculpture on Bundagen Beach
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Acrylic on canvas with ink
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Sometimes a scream is justified, and it can last long enough to allow small dribbles of drool, and tears of blood. The heat of it licking like flames. The duration draining focus—primal intensity.
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Fractal art. © 2008 Dave Moilanen
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This a drawing I did of my kitty, Misty 28.05.06 using soft pastels on a3 paper.
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Painted this today, 10.02.2009. This is part one of a two parter collection. I painted this, then painted part two over it. Part two titled, In the Midst of Love – The End I used watercolour on double thick canvas 12×12 In the Midst of Love – The End
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She can teach you all the tricks. Instead of cutting up your flesh, pinch it so tight that it wells into blisters. Then you can blame it on bad skin. Or find yourself a partner full of hate. The kind who will put out their cigarettes on your back for using the f word. And swear, a lot. These things will help, she says, but you will start to feel things again after a while. She will teach you a more lasting fix: push a thumb tack into your breast before putting on your bra. It will stay there all day. But when the blissful pain gives way to the agonising numb she will know it’s time. She will visit everyone meaningful to her. Say goodbye, pray for their souls, and hers, and walk home crying in the rain.
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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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“Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black” Sometimes.. there is the darkness.. and all the colors seem to disappear.. moments of anger..wanted to be heard.. but the sound of anger still frightens me.. as if i’m gonna loose myself if i do let them have a voice.. After loosing two loved ones in six months time at a certain point i felt this anger that overwhelmed me completely and it scared me.. so i hid it.. deep down inside of me.. knowing that if that door would open i wouldn’t be able to hold it down.. i was able to hide it for almost 18 years and then other experiences opened that door.. and still i tried to avoid it..being afraid of what it could lead to.. but in the end in order to be able to live, really live instead of just surviving – what i have done for a long time- you need to look at your demons.. so i let them have a voice.. this creation reminds me of accepting my anger if ever it wants to be heard again.. Rolling Stones Paint Stockphotos from Lise Gagne
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2008 Acrylic Abstract on Canvas 60×29” from Alma Gitana Series
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Metal Rust Paint / Abstract Macro / By Bob Bremner / Sony 350
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Created in Paris 2007 Acrylic painting on gallery wrapped canvas. -12”x16” (30×40cm) -Signed by the artist. Original painting is also available for sale / Contact artist / info@outlook8studio.com
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“...the image of the Lord had been replaced by a mirror” / Jorge Luis Borges Nothing makes sense here, neither the artwork, nor the title, nor even the quote… unless you have a sense of reverse contribution (which doesn’t makes sense either). / The whole thing is a Non Sense... as you expected or, at least suspected. 10 July 2009… this date doesn’t make sense too. —-——- Lunatic crying wolf to his moon was featured on July 10th, 2009 in the Core [C.O.R.E] group and the ABSTRACT DIGITAL ART AND WRITING group. / A big thank you to the hosts of both groups. —-——-
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Watercolor on Yupo In the midst of my own pain of recovering from eye surgery & the loss of vision, I was moved to tears by the burdens of my friend.
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Geisha Warrior / water color pencil on sketch pad paper / 5×8”
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Please come join me at myspace.com/Artistmind oil on canvas / 14×24”
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Made in UF5
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Digital mixed media. /
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Juan Lopez and John Ward It was their luck to be born into a strange time. / The planet had been parceled out among various countries, each one provided with loyalties, cherished memories, with a past / undoubtedly heroic, with rights, with wrongs, with a particular / mythology, with bronze forefathers, with anniversaries, with / demagogues and symbols . This arbitrary division was favorable for wars. Lopez was born in the city beside the tawny river; Ward, on the outskirts of the city where Father Brown walked. He had / studied Spanish in order to read Quijote. The other one professed a love for Conrad, who had been revealed to him in a classroom on Viamonte Street. They might have been friends, but they saw each other face to face only once, on some overly famous islands, and each one of them was Cain, and each was Abel. They were buried together. Snow and corruption know them. / The incident I mention occurred in a time that we cannot understand. by Jorge Luis Borges / Argentina (1899-1986)
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