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This cheeky pop art greeting card is perfect for anniversaries and engagements.
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Some detail from the pixel art. / /
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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Sales of this Design? – 1 sale so far :) / Midnight Blues is from a painting i did recently on Arches Aquarelle Paper 56×76cm, a mixed media production, utilising inks, pastels, acrylics, charcoals, found objects such as string and fabric….and the most beautiful gold paint which gives the guitar it’s lustre BOATS & BIRDS by Gregory and the Hawk If you be my star / I’ll be your sky / you can hide underneath me and come out at night / when I turn jet black and you show off your light / I live to let you shine / I live to let you shine but you can skyrocket away from me / and never come back if you find another galaxy / far from here with more room to fly / just leave me your stardust to remember you by if you be my boat / I’ll be your sea / a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity / ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze / I live to make you free / I live to make you free but you can set sail to the west if you want to / and past the horizon till I can’t even see you / far from here where the beaches are wide / just leave me your wake to remember you by if you be my star / I’ll be your sky / you can hide underneath me and come out at night / when I turn jet black and you show off your light / I live to let you shine / I live to let you shine but you can skyrocket away from me / and never come back if you find another galaxy / far from here with more room to fly / just leave me your stardust to remember you by / stardust to remember you by Midnight Blues is from the Inspired Series by Karin Taylor, during the painting of this, i was strongly influenced by one of my favourite songs “Boats and Birds” by Gregory and the Hawke, as well as my favourite Australian artist, Brett Whitely, longing to capture something of the wonderful curves he created in his works. It has a dark and sombre feeling, much like how i was feeling at the time i created her. I used to laugh and carry on that my thoughts and my moods could ever be conveyed through a painting, and it was just silly that people reckoned they did so, but just look at me now….i cannot seem to prevent it happening these days!! lol…that’ll teach me to scoff :)
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Sales of this Design? – 2 sales so far :) / Thoughts become Things is a mixed media production on thick watercolour paper. / The painting emphasises the idea that ‘thoughts become things’....here is a creative little girl geting stuck into making all sorts of things while relaxing in the bath (where she gets inspiration)....Just like me, when the inspiration comes it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, you just begin the creative process…..be it in the bathtub, shower, sitting on the loo…..that’s artists for you :D newspaper sealed with wax, fabric, thread, stitching, little typewritten texts pasted on, buttons, wool, string, golden thread, buttons, feathers, felt, you name it, it’s in this painting….
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Around 300 milliseconds. That’s how long it took a volunteer to begin to understand a pictured object. Add to that another 250 to 450 milliseconds to fully comprehend what it was. Total speed of thought: between 550 and 750 milliseconds. Such are the results coming out of work conducted by John Hopkins scientists seeking to measure rates of comprehension. “This information has been difficult to acquire,” says neurologist and team leader John Hart, “even with different combinations of behavioural tests, electrical recordings and imaging studies such as PET scans.” Yet by taking advantage of a unique opportunity afforded by a patient scheduled for tests using electrodes surgically placed on his brain, the researchers have moved one step closer to “building theories of higher mental activity.” Until now, the speed of cognitive operations (including language processing) has been the missing ingredient. Reporting their findings in the May 25 Proceedings of the National Academy of the Sciences, the researchers describe how the patient was asked to name and categorize a variety of pictures and words. By way of a grid of 174 electrodes, his brain activity was then monitored. The speed of comprehension was far quicker for objects that were already familiar to him. “The data, obtained within a single stage at a single site in the brain, are further evidence that information accumulates gradually in the brain, rather than in a strictly all-or-none fashion,” says Hart. He adds that understanding this process of accumulation could help scientists understand comprehension and word loss from disorders such as stroke or Alzheimer’s disease. reference www.scieneagogo.com
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Self Portrait ~ by Karön Melillo d’Vega
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Mixed medium photo based illustration of hands in meditation with tree.
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Somefink different methinks! Certainly not brain food!!
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A beautiful thought / just occured to me… only to be gone / before I could / lock it in / my memory. Now it’s free / for the taker… only if you could / see it and / catch it / / / / /
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Abstract rockscapes-and-fractals mixed media / This is a collaborative work with Kathie Nichols, who provided one of her photographs. / / / DATE OF CREATION : 2008.01.25th / / / © 2008 Kathie Nichols & Nodakami
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So I Thought – Flyleaf - Ignorance is bliss cherish it / Pretty neighborhood / You learn too much to hold / Believe it not / And fight the tears / With pretty smiles and lies / About the times You can hear the song on Flyleafs PureVolume page
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The erotic emotions of a woman deep in her own romantic thoughts Oil on stretched canvas – No Airbrushing 36 X 24 inches / 92 X 61 cm Original : / Sold / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ......................................................................................
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Fractal art. Buddha said it best when he said, The mind is everything. What you think you become. The mind is a very precious garden that needs to be nourished and weeded. If you don’t take care of your garden, it will become cluttered and overrun. Sow good seeds, nourish and tend to your garden. It’s like the Bible says, you reap what you sow. © 2008 Dave Moilanen
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For the last few days, I’ve had this feeling that I have something more to say….strange, i was wanting to write something in the form of a poem, but I just can’t put my finger on it….and then I realised I just have so much to say already there, but i’d forgotten to express it…..really the inspired paintings i’ve created say everything about me, about what i believe in, and about what i hope to share with the world. Yesterday, as a spur of the moment thing, i decided to see whether i actually had enough inpsired works to create a calendar that would really speak to the heart and the soul…something of meaning…..something about the journey of life Hence the Inspired Calendar was born and uploaded to red bubble yesterday A collection of my deep and meaningful mixed media paintings…. to read more about the inspiration for each one, please read the description/explanation or click on the linkety links below to see the art more closely Jan Pilgrimage / I began the calendar with this one, because it represents the Journey of Life, and here it can represent for you the beginning of a new year, a chance to start over and begin anew, leaving behind the old things and beginning a brand new journey, it is a good time to think about your goals for the coming year and write them down Feb Seasons / This one comes next as a reminder that for everything, there is a season, a time to live, a time to die, a time to laugh, a time to sing….and the list goes on and on, you will probably experience most of these things throughout the year, this painting is a reminder that these things come and go, as do the seasons, to help you find strength and resilience to cope…if we know our troubled times don’t last forever we can cope with them better, knowing they are finite, and if we know the good times don’t last forever, we will enjoy them more for every moment they are with us Mar Hidden Treasure / To remind us to look deeper and go further than just our initial response to a person’s presentation… people are far more complex and interesting once you get to know all the different facets of their nature, to remind us not to be quick to judge, ponder a person a little longer….we can be quick to judge and pidgeon hold people with little regard to how complex life is, and most people are really trying hard to be the best they can…try a little kindness…look for the hidden treasure in everyone Apr Heart of Gold / We are all searching for people with a heart of gold, people who will be true and trustworthy…they exist, don’t give up and become cynical about life too early, you might be surprised if you keep your eyes peeled, that there is still some good in this world May Flying Machine / A semi self portrait to remind us, that all things are achievable, even things we sometimes never considered before, to remain open to suggestion from others, don’t put up all your walls at once and refuse to listen, be open…listen to advice, use what you can and throw the rest away…don’t allow critisicm to blind you to what good might be hidden within what people are suggesting, but do not hold onto it so that you bash yourself up and become embittered by it…sometimes people have unclear motives and you are best not to pay to much attention to their choice of words..and what they have spoken over you can be a spell that heightens your own dislike of yourself… we are ourselves our own harshest critics in general…so be kind to yourself Jun Midnight Blues another semi self portrait, but not of my face, this is my soul…the soul/spirit….this is on a blue day, a day when i think large thoughts and ponder the universe…a reminder of the times when sometimes we need a quiet place and a little music to space out for a while under the stars and moon and gain a little perspective on things…..go and live in another place in your mind’s eye for a little while, i often transport myself to the beach and lie on my towel on the sand, absorbing the suns rays, and feel a trillion zillion times better after that…....or i deliver myself to a deserted island where sky meets water in an endless aqua haze, a soft breeze kissing my cheek and hugging my skin, and the rustle of palm leaves comforts me and does the smell of the salty sea and fallen ripening coconuts rotting in the sand…i hear the water as it gently laps the sand, and my heart is made calm Jul Polly’s Pearls / This one represents the search in life for the greatest treasure of all, the pearl of great price, that thing that we’ll give up everything else for….the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the hopes and dreams that we strive for, and it shows the intensity with which we need to look for it and strive….this is the journey….sometimes fraught with danger, but an important journey nontheless, the struggle against complacency Aug Titian Blonde / This is like a dreamscape of desire for me, the desire to be free of my shackles and chains… if one wishes to stand on a mountain in the middle of darkness under a starry night, and contemplate flying across the sea with the wind blowing their hair, then why shouldn’t that be a possiblity….come fly with me, across the ocean deep, where troubles dissipate beneath your feet…. Sep Still Waters / to remind us to rest and take it easy…sometimes the waters are still and calm, and we feel a sense of lostness less the business and buffeting of the waves we normally find some resistance in, a reminder to let go, and just ‘be’, a reminder to simply enjoy the silence and stillness Oct iliki Spirit of Aloha / a reminder to embody the spirit of aloha, to display aloha to others and throughout your life “Akahai,” meaning kindness, / to be expressed with tenderness; “Lokahi,” meaning unity, / to be expressed with harmony; “Oluolu,” meaning agreeable, / to be expressed with pleasantness; “Haahaa,” meaning humility, / to be expressed with modesty; “Ahonui,” meaning patience, / to be expressed with perseverance. These are traits of character that express the charm, warmth and sincerity of Hawaii’s people. It was the working philosophy of Native Hawaiians and was presented as a gift to the people of Hawaii. “Aloha” is more than a word of greeting or farewell or a salutation. “Aloha” means mutual regard and affection and extends warmth in caring with no obligation in return. “Aloha” is the essence of relationships in which each person is important to every other person for collective existence. “Aloha” means to hear what is not said, to see what cannot be seen and to know the unknowable. Nov Thoughts Become Things / A reminder that Thoughts do become Things, so take time to ponder your thoughts and where they may lead, don’t spend too much time rushing about, sit and be still for a time, allow your mind to fill with new ideas and ways to achieve them, keep up your creative spirit…enchant me, enchant others…bring life to old things…bring joy to others Dec Cross Your Heart / Remember others, be otherly…but remember to take care of your own heart first, so that it is well and whole and healthy….strive for goodness and kindness and loveliness…our world is troubled, hasn’t it always been though….but through this be a light and a beacon to others, for what other reason is there than this…. take care of you, so that you can share your wellness, creativity, love for life and encouragement with others… and goodness and kindness will follow….like karma….and even when it doesn’t seem to, remember always, that you have deposited some good…and this is enough :) Other Christmas cards and art by Karin / Be sure to check out My Other Calendars too / Migaloomagic Calendar / Boats and Beach Babes Calendar / Asia Fun Calendar / Classics Calendar / Bums & Boobs Down Under Calendar / Asia Calendar / Brown Paper Creations Calendar / Love is a Big Hug Calendar
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©2008 BMoore Photography & Design….........................................
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my second collab with Johdie / with thanks for the use of her self portrait stock
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Model – Halohid Anyone in Adelaide should know this location. It sticks out like a sore thumb. / Naturally, I had to use it. It’s just so PINK! Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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It is here you became / and here you return / Let your soul soar / This body you need no more. / Y. Emerson 08
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A little old tee for you postmodernists, collage artists, culture jammers and samplers out there. Buy it…its a no brainer!
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