Angelic soul
293 creative works found
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the calling card of the angels, so if you find one particularly where u wudnt expect to then lucky you
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The subject of Secrets of Paradise… is the guide of the soul who in Jungian terms is called the anima. She is the angel, the heroine, the goddess who shines through the psychological darkness like a bright sky beckoning the beholder to follow their dream, risk the passage, and at all costs continue the quest. The adorning Peacock feather is symbolic of royalty and potency. In alchemy the peacock is cousin to the Phoenix, the mythical bird who rises from the ashes. The central theme of the image is the feminine eye, focused, a visionary awareness that resides in the human psyche; the third eye. Photography based mixed medium processed image.
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Souls
by jamiewinterwatercolor
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one of my favourite paintings,...24×48 inches, acrylic on board / (should you like this work and you like this poem,..then i would ask you to listen to sarah mclaughlin’s “arms of an angel”, to fully ‘get’ this painting,..while reading and looking and listening to a very prominent moment in my life,...if not then i hope you think its a nice painting) / Time, substance of the soul, all things undiscovered, / A definitive efforvescent spark, a whisper spoken, / A moment of the real, told among infinity,..but, / That moment existed, a reality, truth in being Awful quietness, this world after life’s brilliance, / Inbetween, not quite seen, not quite anywhere, / But being, and moving, maybe,...but knowing, / Needing, and seeding, ideas that are ,...me! Awful, no longer, brightness, a warmth surrounds, / A soft knowing, whats living?,...beyond life’s boundaries / So let it glide,...slide,..towards this true warmth / This true warmth, beyond life, beyond tangible Others around now, soft ones surrounding, / Listeners, to my silent whisper illuminated, / I ,though short breathing, was known, and was the light / i shone ever so brightly, so shortly
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SOULS OF JAZZ MUSICIANS AS ANGELS IN A SOCIALIST HEAVEN [2008]: Digitization of collective souls, perhaps of Jazz musicians, as angels, in a socialist heaven blowing them horns to wake up the human race as the Red Dawn of Revolution approaches.
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved I have dreamnt with eyes opened.. / beleiving the night was a flower. / Ivory petals of shinning blood.. / as plants have their own.. / in trasparent delicacies.. / pulsing with the sun within. My eyes blinded by breathing.. / such a matter of confussion.. / tears as blood.. / blood as tears.. / air… dark as water.. / at the opening of myriads of stars.. / never to come out / of their darkness littering. An angel emerged from my senses… / fathom of energies revolted against the light. / Was it he.. was it she.. / was it I..?.. may be? / Floating in emotions.. / understood as a heart / insuflated by thinking… / Unsubstantial as ether.. / Maremagnum of vitality.. / enclosed in a primordial womb. I have dreamnt with eyes opened.. / beleiving I was dreaming…my soul, / dragging tangled weeds … / Heavy rememberings.. / of all the minutes.. / my Soul had lived… / without emtpying the desire´s well. / (Rosa Cobos) © Copyright 2008 Rosa Cobos . All rights reserved
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Lisa C. Weber ©2008 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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Drawn in Illustrator. Also available as a t-shirt
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Wings
by Wendy SleeMy eyes do not see them / My ears will not hear them. / My hands cannot touch them / and they slip through my memory like dreams upon waking. Yet in my soul, I hear the rush of wind through silken wings, / and I feel the elusive touch of something soft upon my face, / tracing the lines of my being….beckoning me…. My heart sees beyond and brings back to me the infinite grace of their presence and I am re-minded again of love. / They are the beauty and compassion that even the blind can see. / They are the song of life that even the deaf can hear. / They are the ones who silently observe us / in the mirror of time / waiting for us / to remember who they are, / and reaching through the veil of human limitations, / to finally remember, / who we truly are.
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Acrylic on canvas 1m x 1m The angel carrying the soul preciously cupped in his hands as he strides forward. Life can be terrifyingly wonderful where the only place to go is forward into unknown territory held outwards as though on a precipes (leap of faith), just know that you are held with Love Copyright Candy Matthews all rights reserved Here are some of my other paintings
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Image copyright © 2008 Tania Rose / Please note that copying, displaying or redistribution of this image without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited final CD artwork /
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We went for a walk around the cemetery today, not the most cheerful of places but I love looking at the old gravestones.
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Soul in Flight / 11” x 17” Acylic, Ink
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as we give our memories the choice to be remembered thru all of time or to just be acknowledged, and forgiven in whatever way we need…. that is when we are really open to the teachings…and the love of the angel in our heart. for the angel in your heart…who always brings you back to you.xxx
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the light was beautiful last night..(used diffused flash light).... actually the light is always beautiful to see… i hope you like this…
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marker, 0.1 mitsubishi liner on paper / ‘Seasons’ – it’s the emotional set with myself as main hero. Sometimes I feel new energy (Spring AKA Rising) and I start new things or I’m strong to fight against something bad (Summer AKA Lost Soul) and I find right way… Sometimes I feel like a fallen angel (Autumn AKA Fall). I try to fly but somethings keeps my feet on the ground (Winter)... So, that four pieces are about my emotions. Huh, I don’t like to describe my works.
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digital effects added to an acrylic painting these colors look like fine stones and gem , pure quartz and cornaline / I push this rainbow angel at top ,because its a hopeful and peaceful painting , that , with the help of this song , makes a good intermezzo between breast cancer design and new series- beautiful and peaceful song by enya / ANGELS For You… / Angels, answer me, / are you near if rain should fall? / Am I to believe / you will rise to calm the storm? / For so great a treasure words will never do. / Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you. / mine to give… / Here, all too soon the day! / Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow. / I should know / heaven has her way / - each one given memories to own. / Angeles, all could be / should you move both earth and sea / Angeles, I could feel / all those dark clouds disappearing… / Even, as I breathe / comes an angel to their keep. / Surely, if this is / promises are mine to give you. / mine to give…
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watch the angels dance / in calm breezes of the night. / gentle colors of their spirit / in full moons peaceful light. / then the voice i love to hear / lets me always know your always near. / take my thoughts back to the sea / the angels dance… you and me.. / the echo of my soul. the arctic star geranium….it is hard for me to pick a favorite flower, i love them all…but this dances beautifully.. beautiful song
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Cum Fly with me XXXX
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On a flight back to the kingdom within, the kingdom of peace, of, love, of beauty, the kingdom of Heaven, she sheds tears for all the pain she has seen, for all the love that is lost, for all tears that we cry…... / She leaves a sparkling trail of angel’s dust to fall back down to earth, maybe they will reach our hearts, touch our souls, and let us find the Love that is inside us, the beauty of all that is…..reach deep inside, find your kingdom of love and light, Your Kingdom of Heaven…. / Shed no more tears, but those of love and for love… / Peace Always, / Leah♥ *An older graphite piece revisited, completely compiled in Photoshop ;)
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Here comes our Guardian Angel, looking for a new soul to guide….. Composing made in PI / . / . / /
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Listen to my Eyes...
by colorblindRemember you are beautiful / My eyes say so / Always listen to my eyes / They tell the secrets that my soul holds
This was a piece I wrote after talking to a fellow employee of mines about a poem I wrote. I felt inspired and at the same time I felt a little emotional to towards her for the poem was my piece Hope And to have a connection with that poem ate me up inside. / That piece was originally written because I had 3 other female friends that went thru that same ordeal. Lucky enough I was able to talk to them and change their perspectives some. So I hope you likes
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