Art weathering
583 creative works found
-
Digital collage
-
Oil painting /
-
Pendergast Hut at Mount Buller, after one of the first snowfalls of the season. Other Landscapes ... More Mountains ... More Mt Buller ...
-
Surrealistic Digital Art / / / / / MCN: CE7F2-E8A3E-A01EF / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
-
Face like tree in the woods, autumn time 2007
-
Pencil drawing, self-portrait
-
Part of my 20 images that changed my portfolio set. I will always remember taking this shot, as I was caught in a Storm Force 10 on the north tip of mainland Orkney. The light was just right and as I was just getting finished I saw the makings of a huge wave out in the water. Trying to protect myself from injury I managed a sequence of 5 shots as the wave finally reached shore and crashed down on the submerged rocks. The next day when I revisited the shore much of it had been altered through the power of the waves. /
-
Taken a few miles east of Leicester, near Allexton. Its that time in the UK, just before the wheat gets harvested – heavy heads beginning to nod gently under the weight of the grain, and the weather unable to decide whether it is summer or not, threatening to flatten the crop, just it is ready. Leicestershire is full of distant horizons like this, and the Barley is all but in now, much of the ground already having been put under the plough in readiness for the next crop.
-
New England, / October in Boston. over Charles river. / New England / Nikon D60 / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / / Fall Afternoon / Fall Afternoon was featured in the group The Addicted Photographerâ–º2 Per Dayâ—„ November 12, 2009 Fall Afternoon was WINNER of the challenge Fall Colors Landscapes and Water in the group The Addicted Photogr… November 12, 2009 Fall Afternoon was WINNER of the challenge Autumn Colours Challenge in the group DSLR Users Only – 1/… October 21, 2009 Big Challenge Win with 19 votes on September 28, 2009 in Autumn (Fall) In The Country Featured in A Garden somewhere….. August 24, 2009 / Featured in Your Magic Place on August 11, 2009 Featured in the group Falling Leaves on December 15, 2008 Featured in the group Seasonal ‘Scapes on February 15, 2009 1st place in the challenge Rivers, Creeks, and Streams on February 19, 2009 Featured in the group Alphabet Soup on March 9, 2009 / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / same day, same place image: /
-
A digitally re-painted version of my original photograph “Autumn” below. Photography and Editing: Jennifer Woodward © 2008.
-
The street was crowded with shouts and chanting. Posters with slogans I didn’t understand moved along Main Street like thicken blood in veins too clogged with soot to notice. Faces turned to the distance and then waved aside the shoulders of police to stare into me or beyond me or through me or into cameras or maybe knowing that my two eyes saw everything as an abstract painting and they didn’t want to be abstract. The proud wrinkles shouted to be seen and be remembered for the hardship that had etched its way into flesh. No, you can not turn away, you can not cover me with cosmetics, you can not still the motion of music and feet shuffling along sidewalks that once were dirt. My dirt. Their dirt. Our dirt. The land that formed everything and out of which we grew. Before cement towers blocked the view to the sea. Before garbage covered the ashes. / The ashes. The ashes. Burning limbs from a sun that sets only once some days and twice when it feels the mood. Burning wind that torches leaves and dries the dreams of soldiers of the theater. Ashes that were baked onto the hillsides before they held mosaics of naked colors and hungry lights. Ashes that were blown from nature’s own breath and will still blow again and always even as merchants try to sell hot dogs to musicians and music sells to thin, clogged ears and ears are covered from the sound that the hands have created so that nobody realizes what is really happening. Nobody hears the clapping. / Blinded. Blinded by the brain’s efforts to see more and hear more and be more and sell more and buy more until there is no more and more has no meaning because it is less. Less. Less. / Yes the street was crowded. Yet I saw only one face. And that was enough.
-
White sands and snowflakes floated about the rust-colored fog as Mr. Kimberly traveled with freckled feet across loose boards and headed toward a thin blank spot on the horizon. Kimberly reached with sweating, shaking hands for a flagpole that wasn’t really there. / “I was meant to be king,” He shouted at slivers of shadow and clouds of unknown closed eyes that studded a brick wall. He fell. And in falling, his dreams became reality. As soon as he stopped trying to breath he was able to feel the curtains of doom raise like a theater’s opening night. / As his body molded onto weathered wood moorings, he felt for a hand to grasp with his own hand, with his own heart, with his own brain that fizzled like frying eggs on a platter. He reach farther and farther. It felt empty. Yet he knew intuitively that there was something there. Something strong inside the void. And then he felt it. The emptiness that was as full as a lover’s arms, as full as a mother’s eyes, as full as a friend’s laughter. / Kimberly held on. Tight. Not for dear life. For it was too late for that. He held on to eternity. And it held him back. Dark Shoreline is acrylic, India ink and gesso on paper / 15”x22”
-
“And when the day arrives I’ll become the sky and I’ll become the sea and the sea will come to kiss me for I am going home. Nothing can stop me now.”’ Trent Reznor This image is a tribute to an old friend, Hilton Matthews, who so sadly died earlier this year. It is a gift for his wife, and my closest friend, Sarah. Hilton was a well known sailor on the Isle of Wight, and was one of the true characters of the Fishbourne Sailing Club. He weathered many storms during his life. He would have loved this one! The boat in the image is one which Hilton helped rescue when it ran aground on the rocks. The sky and the seas have been painted, using a variety of brushes in Photoshop CS4. 09/11/09 – 879 Viewings, 217 comments and 79 favourites. Featured in: / The Woman Photographer / Digital Art Manipulation / Top Ten in the Water Challenge / Digital Brushstrokes / Dream and Fantasy Art / The Scavenger Hunt / Artists of Redbubble / Digital Art Compilations / Imaginative Realism
-
Not broken down, just making the most of an amazing scene. Paul seems to attract these places!!! Canon 5D Mk II, 24-105mm at 24mm, f/4, 1/125”, ISO 50
-
Abstract macro photography rust and paint on a dumpster. / (300 Viewings) Severe Weather Warning Card Severe Weather Warning Matted Print Severe Weather Warning Laminated Print Severe Weather Warning Mounted Print Severe Weather Warning Canvas Print Severe Weather Warning Framed Print Features: Severe Weather Warning was featured in All Abstract Art / Severe Weather Warning featured The Fine Art Of Peeling Paint / Severe Weather Warning was featured in Photography Fun / Severe Weather Warning was featured inThe Art Of Intrigue
-
EDT…it’s the edge of winter…snow, wet, dark, light, night, day…a time when S.A.D is pre-eminent…it takes time to adjust, and some wait in limbo for EDT in March, but some embrace the changes…I don’t like the dark that sets in so early, so I have daylight bulbs in all my lamps…six weeks from now it’s the solstice and we start looking forward to lighter days Thomas Hood expresses it beautifully for us Watercolour on Sennelier Not Paper CLICK HERE TO SEE THE ENTIRE WINTER COLLECTION No sun-no moon! / No morn-no noon! / No dawn-no dusk-no proper time of day- / No sky-no earthly view— / No distance looking blue .. No road-no street- / No “t’other side the way”- / No end to any Row- / No indications where the Crescents go .. No top to any steeple- / No recognitions of familiar people- / No courtesies for showing ‘em— / No knowing ‘em! No mail-no post- / No news from any foreign coast- / No park-no ring-no afternoon gentility- / No company—no nobility .. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, / No comfortable feel in any member— / No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, / No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, / November!...Thomas Hood / Effet De Neige
-
“Lost” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper A moment or two of stunned silence, as it slowly dawned on us that we had no idea where we were…it was the days before Mapquest and GPS and cell phones…we-were-lost…the day was getting rapidly darker as the last of the pallid sun sank behind the hills…Dahlia started to whimper and Mark, never at his best in a crisis told her to shut up, at which she burst into tears…there was no help for it…we would have to get out and walk until we found shelter somewhere…at this suggestion Dahlia’s whimpers turned into yells…she had no boots, only thin shoes suitable for city streets…hearing this Mark completely lost his temper….Dahlia always drove him mad…one wonders why he repeatedly sought her out…after calming them both down I said I felt sure (not really), that the area looked somewhat familiar and there would be a farm or something nearby…after some argument, and taking as much as we could carry, we set off, Dahlia wearing a pair of Tom’s boots which were too large for her, all the while sobbing that we should stay with the car… / The road stretched ahead, bleak and desolate, here and there, patches of gleaming ice set to trap the unwary traveller, hill upon hill rising behind…a rocky terrain that did not bode well for anyone trying to negotiate it…not a creature stirred and no bird sang…the wind blew stinging ice pellets at our faces, and in no time our gloves and feet were soaked…but there were ancient dry stone walls edging the road..a sign that somewhere nearby would be shelter…..we turned a corner…”.LOOK” I cried..Janis Z..Fiction..A Weekend in the Country..Ch.2 Lost.. / A Weekend in the Country
-
“The Grove” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost…in the second chapter seen HERE they decide to walk to their destination, but without any idea how to get there... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper Look” I cried, but my cry fell on deaf ears…Dahlia, who had still been sobbing that we should stay with the car, terrified that she would fall, stumbled and actually fell, and before we knew it slid rapidly into one of the ditches that hidden by snow, lined the roadway…how to get her out without their falling on the treacherous ice, elicited a heated argument between Tom and Mark, Dahlia screaming and thrashing about all the while…finally by Tom yelling that “the more she moved the deeper she sank”, Dahlia got the message and the two men by lying prone on the icy lane, managed to drag her out dripping wet, but… without the boots…it was quickly apparent we would never get them back…no one could possibly reach down to try and find them…we dried her off as best we could, wrapped her in one of the blankets we had luckily brought with us and the two men elected to carry her in turn on their backs…that meant our progress was slower than ever…worse yet, the only torch we had was now flickering badly…to save the battery I turned it off, hoping that we would be guided by the light of the waning moon…... / Suddenly I remembered what I had seen…I turned back excitedly…”Look there”...I pointed to a spot ahead of us…I had seen what looked like a small sheltered grove, but what had really astonished me was the light…blazing brilliant light pouring down through the trees as if from the skies…”Look where? asked Tom…”There” I replied…then stopped silent…my hand dropped to my side…the light had gone…there was nothing there….only impenetrable darkness stared back at us... / Lost / A Weekend in the Country
-
Working for a landscaping company for 6 months a couple years back…gave me a greater appreciation for you hard outdoor workers…so this one’s for you!! xoxo
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
You can buy their stuff
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
Risk Free Returns
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
About RedBubble
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 328,900 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Join In
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.