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814 creative works found
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Mixed media illustration using photographs of upraised hands and a seagull in flight.
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Lately I’ve felt as though I needed another set of hands to accomplish everything that needed doing. I guess this would be one way that may help me.
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I drew this with pencil on a piece of paper in my sketchbook. I referred to a photo of my mother as a 10 years old, and somehow it ended up looking more like me. Many people mistake this to be my self-portrait. It’s funny that it turned out this way. Many people tell me I resemble my mother, and I don’t see that so much. Even as I was looking at my mother’s past photo, I wasn’t thinking that she looked like me, but in the end I see a portrait which looks like me. I drew this during my summer after grade 11 (age 17). At the time my mother was in Japan and I was missing her. Some photo reference of my mother and I. Do we look alike? This work has been featured in: / Pencil Drawing
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The original is 30” x 24” acrylic on stretched canvas. Look into the center. Take a deep breath in. Hold it…. and then let it out.. Relax your vision and breath deeply. For some, you will see the flames move and burn.
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Digital Drawing <3> Print Available
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A cute hyper coffee addicted chipmunk.
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Color Coordinated – IV / Color Coordinated – III / Color Coordinated – II / Color Coordinated – I / / Exhibited at Brunswick Street Gallery from July 4th to July 17th.
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11” x 8.5” graphite pencil drawing on paper. Mike is a friend and singer to a rock group who jumped at the chance to let me draw him for my first book on Pencil drawings, which is available in casewrap (hardback) or paperback at http://stores.lulu.com/paper2pencil NOTE: This drawing was one of four published in a new independent art magazine called Project Exposure
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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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Return to Jaeda’s Art Gallery » / / The Red Realm calendar features 12 of photographic artist Jaeda DeWalt’s stunning self-portraits taken from her Infusion of Color and Red Realm series – part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Below are direct links to the 12 images featured in this calendar… available framed, as prints, posters & more… / / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / View All Calendars » / or select one individually from the thumbnails below: / / Interested in a customized calendar? Bubblemail Jaeda a list of the images you would like and the months you want them to correspond to. And she will gladly create a customized calendar just for you :). Return to Jaeda’s Art Gallery »
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Color Coordinated – IV /
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Acylic on canvas. An expression of energy and color. One of a set of two pieces. / /
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Donated by Wendy Slee All profits from purchasing this work and any others in this profile will be donated to the Wildlife victims of the Victorian bush fires.
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Salted wounds wrap around the wrists of gentle peasants who cling to life as a farmer does to seed. / The white sun bleaches desert sand under bare feet and forces them to lay down crutches and crawl. / Water would once again appear, as in a dream, and then dry before their eyes… before blistered lids… before chalky tongues could plead for more… one drop more. / Yet, it was quite enough anyway. Every drop was the sea. Every mouthful a flood. Every molecule an eternity. acrylic on canvas
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Never be afraid to express yourself….........especially through photography as it is TIMELESS…........ MY WEBSITE For a Quick Look click / Gorgeous Gods & Goddesses, / Flowers, / Beautiful Places and Things, / Weddings / Pregnancy and Babies
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Starting to rain. Or is is the drip drip drip of weeping for tomorrow’s imagined loss. I slip, trip and fall to the sand. I stare at the corner and study its green moldy walls. The dim light grows bright and I see the pattern of jasmine scented light fall over tides of sequin sparkling songs of laughter that drizzle over shadows. And what are shadows anyway. I strain to see what color they are. As if it were not enough to try and perceive the infinity of tints that fills the light. Always searching for more. I turn from the corner. And it wasn’t a corner at all. It was an opening. Hidden doorways are reflected in the mirror of desire. And I realize that is what shadows are. Doorways. And corners, just an illusion. Corner is acrylic on paper 15”x20”
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While you were away a mist drifted in. I didn’t notice all at once. It was a slow silver around the edges of the room. That was all. I did the usual things and thought of what you were doing, somewhere else, with others, or alone. Then the white fog developed around my bare feet. While I slept it became denser. Almost liquid. Blocking light. Then I realized I couldn’t see you anymore. Which was odd, because you weren’t there anyway. I walked out into the park and climbed the hill to see if I could catch one more glimpse of you. When I reached the top there was no fog. But the sun was too bright to really see. So I walked back home. See only a memory. While You Were Away is acrylic on card stock paper, coated on one side and is 15”x20”
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The surface was eroded in places where he leaned his hand. He brushed away the dust when he rubbed his palm across his eyebrow, pretending to brush at wiry black hairs. Then his fingers dripped across the ridge of his nose and quickly flicked under his eye. The hands that shook on the steering wheel were not rough, not muscular, yet strong. Farm hand genes. Or maybe a youth that was rougher than was obvious from the business suit and tie that was always worn. Or was that just the way I remember it? / “Brain cancer,” he said. / “Does that mean she’s going to die?” A child’s questions are more truthful than an adults. They don’t know yet about not mentioning certain things out loud. / His response was mumbled and unclear. But I saw tears in his eyes. And it frightened me. I don’t know why. Maybe it was that Daddy was suppose to be always in control, in charge and that meant the world would never fall apart. It was as if God lost control. How unfair I was. To not want him to be a person with emotions. But I was just a child. I didn’t know he was just a man. Weak and afraid. Sometimes. But also courageous and noble and fearless. “Beginning to Bread Away” is 24”x30” acrylic, ink, and gesso on stretched canvas.
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Return to Jaeda’s Art Gallery » / / Artographer, Jaeda DeWalt, transports you to a dream-like realm within this surreal collection of imagery. Below are direct links to the 12 images featured in this calendar… available framed, as prints, posters & more… / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / / / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / View All Calendars » / or select one individually from the thumbnails below: / / Interested in a customized calendar? Bubblemail Jaeda a list of the images you would like and the months you want them to correspond to. And she will gladly create a customized calendar just for you :). Return to Jaeda’s Art Gallery »
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My 1st of a set of 6 enjoy!! The entitled artwork called Expressions showcases ethnic angel gold card series in a set of 6 for sale for the holidays. J.Mclean© 2009
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