Billion
36 creative works found
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One single canola flower amongst a field of billions. Another image in my canola series, taken just outside Gawler, South Australia. More Canola Images
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There are more stars in the universe than there are grains of sand on earth – so eminent astronomers tell us with a straight face. Who’s counting I wonder. This is my attempt to paint just one galaxy among billions. One has to ask ‘Are we the only planet with life out of that number?’ Acrylic painting.
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This photo was the two billionth upload on Flickr site. / It’s a photo of the sculpture in front of Market City, Chinatown in Sydney.
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The Existential Divide / The more observational of you will remember I put this up awhile ago. And it’s back, slightly different, added text and white not black. I worked on a version with some more emphasis on text woven through it after some people I trust gave some advice. However I went back to a slightly more simplified version as I think that it really shouts on it’s own. That the crisp stark iconic impression of a barcode combined with the ever-so-recognisable, and yet never actually seen in this way, map of the world, cause more avenues of thought than one can reasonably handle without a stiff drink. / But now I’m doing that weird ranting thing about my own work which I normally try and avoid, I like it, and really that’s all that fucking matters. Where’s the whiskey?
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A fairly long hike in and we came to the secret spot where the massive hive had regathered. Billions of them on the rocks, trees, ground, lichen, and finally everything I owned: shirt, pants, glasses, camera and camera bag, tripod, Pepsi, shoes, socks – you name it. Then I looked at the tree next to me and saw the creek through it. Carefully hopping rocks protruding above the crystal clear water around to the other side, I saw what you are seeing now. It seemed like hours that I stood there, trying not to fall into Spring Creek with my Nikon D80 or my Olympus “pocket rocket”, trying/failing again and again to get anything out of a magical spot, one I wasn’t going to go home without capturing. My trusty guide/best friend was ever the patient one and kept the other people wandering about in the area at bay while I struggled to get The Shot. Too bright. Too dark. Auto-focus in the wrong spot. Shaking hands from no support because leaning on the tree would be crushing hundreds more spots of walking beauty. I finally slipped off the rocks and fell into the icy water – fortunately no deeper than my ankles but unbelievably cold – back a distance away from the tree and too far for the macro of the Olympus which I put back into my pocket. And as soon as I got the Nikon ready again, it was perfect: with the maximum focal length of my wide angle lens and with manual focusing, I was able to grab about 10 perfect shots before my feet reminded me that I was still standing in spring run-off water elevated more than 2000 feet up in the mountains. The D80 was set with a bias towards very vivid colour and PhotoShop Elements was used solely to make a bigger, cleaner enlargement than my usual PaintShop Pro XI editing program. This shot, with all its set-up and blunders, and perseverance is “as is” and easily one of my best. Spring Creek is located in Nevada County and falls into the Yuba River from a small waterfall into a nice rock pool. In the summer, the pool is a great place for tourists; the locals know that the relatively warm water is well infested with charming bloodsucking leeches. The exact location isn’t being disclosed because of the nature of ladybug harvesting. These creatures are vital to some plants’ survival because of the little pest bugs they eat. And since their hives are out in the open, areas where they congregate used to be highly prized and guarded secrets.
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Meet Maximillion von Billions
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My heart beats to what rhythm? I ask, and where? / It’s the same at all pulse points, like sounds of a snare; Yet, I have no drumsticks or pedals, it seems / as if nature has a part, in this beating scheme; I will venture outside to investigate closer / connections to this pounding, and its composer; I look to the sky, not the same rhythm there, / then look to the ground, and kneel as in prayer; The beat’s getting stronger, so I lay down to rest, / the bass beating deeper, like out of my chest; Caressing the Earth, soon the rhythm entwines / it comes from this planet – a harmony divine; Convinced of the bond, between earth and sky, / I look up again, as Spirit Eagle flies by; With drum made of elk hide, with my own hand, / I begin beating rhythm, for Mother Nature’s band; I asked and pursued answers, until I believed / I deserved confirmation, so musically received; I’ll become ‘her’ drum major and advocate peace, / so the beat goes on further than my nephews and niece. WindOwl 2007 Earth Drum Ten Billion BEATS is asking for your drumming heart to participate in a plan to circle the Earth with a resounding rhythm of unity for all peoples, all faiths, all nations and all hopes and dreams. By joining in celebration with others, we will send a wave of focused intent through every time zone around the globe. Friday, September 18, 2009 at 7pm for one hour of drumming about 4 beats per second, which corresponds with Theta range of human brain activity. The INTENTION: Focus on non-doctrinaire, non-political, non-religious intention. As we all drum we will hold this thought sending it around the planet and beyond on a not so silent pulse. As we celebrate, there are no enemies, only those whom we wish the following… / PEACE to EARTH – GOODWILL on HUMANKIND
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Meet Maximillion von Billions
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All the world population have rated you.. 4 stars and 1/2 ..not bad ;)
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Cave of Remouchamps, Belgium, Europe The longest subterranean navigation in the world. / It is needless to describe the caves of Remouchamps. / Open to the public in 1912 and in 1924 equipped with lights to give a fairy-like impression.This jewel of Liège is divided into two parts. / The first part is to be visited on foot until the first hall, which 8.000 years ago was inhabited by Paleolithic hunters. Always against a fabulous background, full of colours and life, you will pass corridors, filled by the subterranean river Rubicon, until the big hall of the Cathedral. The paths are easy to walk, clean and nonslip. Whilst going deeper and deeper, following the guide, you’ll be able to admire the wonders of nature. Each wonder is explained to you in details. / After the apotheosis of the Cathedral, the second part is to be visited by boat, which glides mysteriously and without a sound over the winding subterranean river of almost 600 m in lenght. Here one will discover new beauties, including the waterfountain that sprays under the subterranean roof, forming a magnificent curtain.
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A Lonely Planet In the Middle of Nothingness
by onetonshadowIt was March 2005, somewhere near St Kilda....
It was March 2005, somewhere near St Kilda. I was sitting in a room, on a sofa propped on milk crates, staring at the ceiling. Around my neck was a Philadelphia collar and in my hand was a bottle of gin. The collar was the only sign that I had recently broken my C1, 2 & T1 the gin was to stop me thinking about it. I was staring at the ceiling because it was reasonably tricky to stare anywhere else. I sat quietly contemplating my future. Next to me was a chap called Christopher Lansell, Crispy to his comrades, whom I’d known about 8 minutes. He started talking about some things, wild, imaginative things, I started to reply, and back he came with more, this went on quite successfully for a while. One of these crazy things was an idea he’d been playing with to install a 1:1 billion scale model of the Solar System somewhere in Melbourne. It seemed quite a good idea to me. Almost without any warning at all it was 9am on December 10 of that year, my return ticket to the UK forgotten in the back of a drawer somewhere, and 6 months out of date, my neck visible to all who cared to glance. I’m crouched at the door to our St Kilda studio, attempting to drill a hole into Pluto, except this Pluto is only 2mm in diametre, which makes it very tricky. And in half an hour it’s meant to be on a plinth somewhere near Port Melbourne. / / / / Building the Sun Having drummed up some media interest through an interview on ABC radio and an article in The Age and spent a few months constructing the Sun and nine planets by hand we were actually within minutes of taking our disjointed conversation live. / / / / / Painting the Planets / Planet bases Pluto / Mars / Neptune / Saturn / Jupiter / Having finally secured Pluto to it’s stand, we threw all the models in the back of a trailer and hightailed it to the beach, as we roared along the approach to the marina there was a sudden, and slightly sickening crunch. Crispy braked, we looked at each other in silent fear, then out through the back window of the Toyota. Rolling down the road in the vague direction of Acland Street was a 1.39m golden ball of plywood and satin. Hmmm. We exited the car at speed and, to the amusement of the residents, sprinted off after the star. It was not entirely unscathed, but it was still presentable, and anyway, we were out of time. The weekend was long and disgustingly hot, but the model was a success, large numbers of families turned up on their bikes, with their children, The Age article folded in their pockets, planning to ride the full 6km route to Pluto. And being mid summer the beach and passing traffic was plentiful. Seeing kids stand under the 1.28cm hand painted sphere that was Earth (I even managed to dust the Himalayas with some snow) and point out Australia before running 150m to the Sun and smacking it with their ice cream stained hands was quite rewarding. / Earth, a man with a beard & the Moon, which is as far as Man has ever actually travelled, allegedly. (But not the man with the beard, he may have been no further than Geelong, I don’t know) Mars / The Sun / / / By Sunday night we were knackered but content. Then things started getting interesting. Tony Wheeler, co-founder of Lonely Planet rang us up, said he’d heard about the project but had been out of the country and wondered if he could come and see the models, we, unsurprisingly said yes. Then the council rang us up and said they’d had a lot of calls from the general public asking when they were going to do the project again. They said they hadn’t done it in the first place. It was about this point that words like ‘permanent’ began to appear in conversations. We found a sculptor, Cameron Robbins, an eccentric and extremely talented man based in Collingwood, and commenced talks with the council. It was estimated at costing around $70,000, and so the tedious process of money raising became the focus, Tony pledged a large sum of his personal finances, as did some universities. Things looked good. Then the university pulled out, and we experienced our first wedge of bureaucratic council red tape. Things look bad. And that high and low was a microcosm of how it progressed for the next two years. With a hefty focus on the ‘This is just never going to happen’ line of thought. But now, three years and six months after a conversation on a sofa in St Kilda, there are some people down at the foreshore tidying up the metre high bluestone plinths the planets rest on, and no doubt someone polishing the 360kg of bronze that makes up the Sun, in preparation for the opening on September 21. And I’m going to miss it, because I’m in London, so if you have nothing better to do please pop down to the reserve north of the Marina at 4.45, take some photos, get yourself an epic sense of how fragile and unique Earth really is and give Crispy some support for the endless phone calls and meetings and rolls and rolls of tape he’s deftly sliced through. Pouring the bronze Planets / Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus cooling off / Half of the Sun / All of the Sun / Polishing the Sun / The sculptor Cameron Robbins next to polished Sun / Saturn / Venus, Mars, Earth, Mercury & Pluto (yeah it’s not a planet anymore, but it was then) / Pouring concrete base for the Sun / Diamond saw cutting bluestone plinths for the planets / Plinths being lifted into place / / The Sun being moved into place / / / / Model Location / And if you ever see anyone chasing an enormous shining sphere down a road, go and give them a hand.
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FROM THE BEGGINING OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM, OUR SUN HAS BEEN SLOWLY BURNING ITSELF OUT. THOUGH IT WILL NEVER, OR MOST LIKELY WILL NEVER HAPPEN IN OUR LIFE TIME, OUR SUN WILL EVENTUALLY GO SUPER NOVAE. AS IT EXPANDS, IT WILL BURN OUT THE PLANETS, FIRST MERCURY, THEN VENUS, NEXT OUR PLANET EARTH AND THE MOON. THEN MARS WILL GO AND EVENTUALLY JUPITER WILL LOOSE IT’S LAYER OF CLOUDS AS THE SOLAR WINDS RIP THEM AWAY FROM THE GIANT MASS LIKE PAPER BLOWING IN THE BREEZE. THE TIME THIS IS FORSEEN TO HAPPEN BY TODAYS SCIENTISTS IS “5 BILLION YEARS AD”. WHO KNOWS IF MAN WILL EVEN BE ALIVE TO SEE THE BEGINNING OF THE END. WILL HE HAVE BEEN ABLE TO LEAVE THE EARTH’S SURFACE AND TRAVEL FARTHER INTO SPACE? NO ONE KNOWS THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION. ONLY TIME WILL EVER TELL THE STORY OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO MANKIND IN THE YEARS TO COME.
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Title: $14.83 Billion / Camera: Nikon D80 / Capture Date: 09/20/2008 / Dimensions: 2379×3554 / Exposure: 1/30 sec at f/5.6 / Focal Length: 112mm / ISO: 1600 / Filter: None / Flash: None / Tripod: None / Uploaded Date: 10/31/2008 / Comments: © 2008 Charles Dobbs Photography. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Charles Dobbs. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation 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.
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Model: Justine Grass
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She brightly shines amongst the rest / Had from the start, my heart possessed / A lucky man, I’m truly blessed / My precious prize in life’s contest / / Amongst all others that did surround / From sea so vast it does confound / One in a billion, I have found / To give my life, meaning profound / / This artwork was inspired by my beautiful wife, who has always put up with me and loved me unconditionally. She is my ‘One In A Billion’, although, I’m sure that it is much higher number in reality than a billion. :) / / This was created in both PSP8 and Photoshop. I drew up the original vector heart in PSP8, and then used that to make the masks and composites in Photoshop. It was done trying to give it kind of an ‘art-deco’ feel to it. The cutaway below shows the central heart in better detail, as it is hard to see otherwise. / / / I am pleased and honored that this artwork has won first place for the Drop Of Color challenge in the Abstract Digital Art and Writing Group for December 2008. To be awarded this honor by your peers, many of them you consider far more talented than yourself, is indeed the greatest of compliments. / / /
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This is a topical T-shirt design & if you read the name as pronounced on UK TV stations the T-shirt will read as Bernard Made Off With $50 Billion Dollars, why so serious!! / Well when you consider the global financial situation Bernard deserves a good kick in the nuts. He probably caused more damage than any terrorist. / So it would be showing your support for a good hard working artist (me) by buying this T-shirt never mind democracy!! Also available in the Obama campaign style as below. /
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The real joker in the pack has got to be Bernard Madoff. Even the Joker would be impressed with Mr Madoff’s $50 billion dollar scam & Batman would be too. At least no one died; did they? / This design is the result of a suggestion from LostBoy. / Oh poor Bernard got 150 years behind bars for all the trouble he caused. Probably find he escapes before he serves the full sentence. OK he’ll have to die to escape but hey everything has a price!!
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/ Anonymous donation to further my work. / Share my work with friends & family. Bubble View / Gallery View / Ask your loan agent for a little leniency and what do you get?...Your car repossessed!!! Ask your banker for help with your mortgage and what do you get?...Foreclosure on your home!!! They fly in on jets, squander money on parties, trips, and luxuries, give themselves multi-million dollar bonuses, and then they ask Congress for help, and what do they get?...An undeserved and outrageous bail out!!! As John Stossell might say: “Give US a break!!!”
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©Seth F.Weaver,Sr. 01/11/09. A Compullage™ with my perspective on the current World. Inspired by the economy in America. / If faceless and nameless bankers, businessmen, politicans, and nameless other hadn’t become so infected with GREED and making a QUICK BUCK on the backs of people that can’t afford it, maybe America wouldn’t have to bail out unproductive companies. / This was an editorial illustration for my daughter’s newspaper.
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I was very fortunate today to meet with A.E. van Vogt who wrote the book, The Voyage of the Space Beagle. He does not usually share his photos of the planets he has traveled to due to the skepticism and ridicule he encounters from the humans that are closed minded and often frightened about his description of his intergalactic discoveries. This photo shows the Planet Glor that existed billions of years ago and unfortunately was destroyed by massive atomic attack, and only one of its inhabitants known as an IXTL is known to have survived. Dr. Vogt feels it is urgent to know about the fate of the planet Glor since as earthlings we are engaging and creating dangerous world conflict that could lead to the horrible fate of the Planet Glor and its peaceful inhabitants. It will be a challenge to photograph this fascinating species now that only one remain to tell the story of the IXTL race and the ultimate destruction of their habitat. Ixtl’s have complete control over a vast web of force emanating from its body, as well as over the atoms of its body. It can change the structure and solidity at will, passing through solid matter as easily as through air. This special species feeds on energy, and drops to a lower level of life force when deprived of sufficient amounts. The Ixtl can survive in any environment, even the depths of intergalactic space, for unlimited amounts of time. It can be killed only by a force such as an atomic explosion which suddenly and completely dissolves the binding energy of the atoms of its body The Ixtl evolved on this fascinating planet and made the planet Glor the center of an interstellar empire. Billions of years ago, Glor was a destroyed by massive atomic attack, and since scientists discovered the only existing species, Dr. van Vogt told me that there still is a chance to resurrect this species who hold important information to avoid nuclear weapons to be used on Planet Earth. Due to the serious nature of human’s compulsion to kill their species and fight for territory, the scientific community has been exploring ways to reproduce the Ixtl species. They reproduce by laying eggs in the body cavity of a living host. Within six hours of implantation the eggs hatch and feed on its hosts energy until they develop their own force field and can absorb energy directly. These eggs can lie dormant for long periods of time until an appropriate host is found. Scientists are close to creating a host for the many eggs known to exist without the ability to reproduce without a suitable host. Humans have proved to be viable hosts, but ethical conflicts have prevented scientists from using humans to host the six eggs that the only surviving Ixtl had been carrying for billions of years. Through numerous experiments on willing intelligent primates, it has been proven that there is no evidence to suggest that any harm will come to a human who volunteers to be a host to advance our means to protecting our planet against nuclear attack. There are many issues before congress now that I would like to tell you about that have been vetoed by Bush despite the almost 90% vote to nullify his veto. Stem cell research to improve those stricken by Parkinson disease and other neurological progressive illnesses have prevented scientists and doctors from curing many diseases that inflict many millions of people each year. Despite that there is a motion before the interstellar congress, a subsidiary of our legislature, our ex/president continues to veto rational advances in medical science. In the case of the Ixtl, there has been opposition to cloning and not taking the route of using humans as hosts despite the fact that an alien species and many humane legislators have agreed to assist Dr. Van Vogts efforts to reproduce a species that will help us avoid the possibility of Atomic warfare. Although experimentation on animals is considered by many to be cruel and heartless, in this case even the Primates who have free choice want to help stop the destruction of Planet earth. This again begs the question who is smarter, a chimp or George Bush as explored on the website bushorchimp.com. I think many would not hesitate to vote for one of the most intelligent species, the chimpanzee when compared to the intelligence of what Molly Ivans refers to as a shrub, a bush being too large for such a small man. The chimp would definitely prevail. Mikey wants a dog t- shirt stating, “I pee on Bushes. ” Mollys request would probably be censored. I have always encouraged my kids to have freedom of thought if their display of words are not too offensive, As Mikey points out, he can’t really say what he believes, so he has chosen the least offensive statement on his shirt. What a smart guy!! In past narratives I have noted that many have observed the similarities of appearance of Bush and a Chimp, which many feel is an insult to the population of intelligent primates. They were eager to protect our country in the face of great opposition from our former President who apparently does not have the intellect or hid his head in massive denial leaving the citizens of the United States in great peril. I was so tired of the Grand Oil Party and am delighted and hopeful that we will see a substantial change during the Obama administration. Given the chaos on this planet, I wish there were more peace loving and highly intelligent Ixtls and I am certainly ready to go on a voyage with my Space Setters, not to denigrate in any way Mr. A.E. van Vogt’s brilliant observations in his book, The Voyage of the Space Beagle. Please view this bark abstract in the large format.
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In the land of plenty this iconic behemoth continues to trumpet its self-importance… I think there should be an addition to the sign that lists how many coronaries have been abetted by the mass overindulgence in the company’s less than wholesome menu… but that’s just me. What I find truly sad is that this insidious corporate greed machine has spent millions of dollars and corporate hours planning the best strategies to inflict their product on the hapless masses around the world who might view the coming of a franchise to their corner of the globe as manna from heaven when it is really a heart attack in a bag for those who lack the will power to limit the consumption of mass quantities.. but to each their own… I suppose.
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One for my friends Jase and Beej. Enjoy! I’ve had to change this – the actual figure is 300 billion not 3 billion.
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This is dedicated to Betelgeuse. Rumour has it, it exploded and we’ll see the evidence one day soon. Or not. In any event? This is for you, most strangely named star who might or might not be gone.
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My tribute to one of the best musicians of all time… / Alice Cooper and his message in the song Generation Landslide which I see around all the time in Hollywood but also in our own backyards…reality TV shows like I Love Money, rampant mobile phones and an endless stream of celebrity advertised goodies for our young ones to need…, where does it stop or do the ‘overindulgent’ just take over the world in the end? Please clean your plate, dear. / The Lord above can see ya. / Don’t you know people are starving in Korea? / Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles, / Kindergarten people – they use ‘em, the need ‘em. / The over indulgent machines were their children. / There wasn’t a way down on Earth here to cool ‘em, / ‘Cause they look just like humans at Kresges and Woolworths. / But decadent brains were at work to destroy. / Brats in battalions were ruling the streets, / Sayin’ generation landslide closed the gap between ‘em. And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies / Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies. Militant mothers hiding in their basement / Using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets. / Molotov milk bottles heaved from pink high chairs, / While Mothers’ Lib burns birth certificate papers. / Dad gets his allowance from his sonny, the dealer, / Who’s pubic to the world but involved in high finance. / Sister’s out ‘til five doing banker’s son’s hours. / But she owns a Maserati that’s a gift from his father. / Stopped at full speed at one hundred miles per hour. / The Colgate invisible shield finally got ‘em. And I laugh to myself at the men and the ladies / Who never conceived of us billion dollar babies… La da da da da! / 3 in the Series – ‘Dark Teens’ / I Wanna Be A Supermodel / / Billion Dollar Baby / / The Dark Side Of The Teen / / Lyrics from www.sing365.com All images of my children available to approved buyers. / This is a composite of my daughter Rachel and the cover of Billion Dollar Babies album cover… FEATURED in Abstract Digital Art and Writing Group
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