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Another self-portrait. © Cadence Gamache
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b&w version per request / original: / This was taken on my parent’s back porch on a Friday evening. Fridays are “family night” and generally the kids play outside but it was raining so my niece was watching the rain fall. I said her name and when she looked I took this photo. So that’s the story behind the title. :)
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Electra © Cadence Gamache
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Felt Like drawing and Found this Pic in one of my favorite stocker’s galleries! / Ref / This Portrait is available in my 2009 calendar!
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Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still live / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Dreams Your hair flows across the pillow like a mountain stream / Moonlight resting on your face still deep in sleep / Eyelids flutter like a bird as dreams unfold / The restful mind still in creative mood The smile that plays upon your lips foretells / The pleasures in the thoughts of night / Unspoken words begin to fill a book / Of wishes, passion, needs and deep desires Your body shifts with sinuous ease / As each new picture now unfolds / Your nakedness a beauty to behold / As rhythmic movement sensuously begins The visions that will now invade your soul / Feeling oh so real in dead of night / The pleasures that the stories tell / Will leave their mark so soft as morning comes A faint but shining film of nightly dew / Has formed upon your silken skin / Reflecting all the dreams that did unfold / Within your heart whilst darkness lay And as your eyes once more perceive the day / With shining light that now instils your brain / A moment will send shivers down your spine / As dreamt of deep desires are left behind / / Phil Sanders / 19/5/05
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Model/MUA/Concept/Styling etc. – Atrophy Gloria Swanson is alive and well and living in Melbourne, it seems. Canon 40D + 50mm 1.4 + overcast daylight = Silver Screen Fun. Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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Arachnée – My Dangerous Mistress . Yet sold 1 cards and 2 posters of this creation. My gallery is Copyright © Wandering Soul. All rights reserved. / All the materials contained in my gallery may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission. My images do not belong to the public domain. / Please read the Etiquette Policy and respect it! / Modifying, tubing, cropping, using it for letters or stationeries, layouts, backgrounds, stock, copyrighting, stealing my work is not only against the law but unethical. / Altaring or using without express written permission is stealing. View More ART here!
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Thank you to my gorgeous model Carrie in fishnets, she is a stunner of a lady
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Sorry for the little amount of uploads iv been mega busy.
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Jean M. Laffitau
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just shy of 6 years worth… / (By the way I do not actually have giant hobbit feet, that’s just from the tilt of the camera) / 100% digital free as always.
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I look into my own eyes. / How long had I been at the basin? I struggle to remember why I’m even there. / I make myself decide that it doesn’t matter. / The wheels start turning and I’m kicked into motion. My unconscious mind is running this program, void of any deliberate intention. / I lock the front gate. I don’t remember walking to it. The crude smell of burnt coffee pollutes my nostrils. The clouds look heavy again. Again? When was the last time I observed the clouds? Is my head that empty? I wish. / The wind swindles my breath, and by the time it returns, I’ve lost my will to scream. / Last night’s dreams invade my thoughts. / Following futile protest, one of my front teeth was being extracted to donate to someone who needed it more. During the operation, my blood was being drained – but only so that I was too weak to escape the imminent flood that would kill many, caused by the explosion of a large ticking cartoon style time bomb. / That’s some messed up shit. Thoughts of the dreams dissolve as I consciously step one foot in front of the other. My directions are mechanical yet deliberate, concentrated and heavy. / The sound of a truck reversing catches my attention, growing in volume and pitch as if an escalating warning of impending doom. The sound dominates and I lose all other senses….. / BANG – I awake suddenly and whack the alarm clock. I’m exhausted. Had I been sleeping? Where am I, how am I in bed when I was just on the road? Are there two of me? Drunk with confusion I lock the gate. Déjà vu and disagreeable familiarity unnerve me. As I walk I analyse where I am, how I got here and what I possibly dreamt lastnight. / How can trauma affect reality? Why would it cause me to dream inside a dream? Am I the only one who has awoken and left the house more than once today? Relief grabs me like the sound of a shrill doorbell as I realise that the immediate is reality; the prior minutes just a dream. / I sigh orgasmically as I regain the power of my own consciousness. I struggle to remember a better feeling than that of the identification of a dream. I don’t think anything has felt as good as knowing I have control once again. How cruel that for a short time I was trapped in a realm where I didn’t even know this power existed. / My head rests back on the pillow as if to complain of growing tired of waking exhausted. I am actually growing tired of waking, period. / Morning routine ensues. / I pull my shoes from under the coffee table as I absent-mindedly wipe moisture from my brow. It’s raining. And not worthwhile rain, but that annoying, insignificant rain which underhandedly seems to soak you from the inside out. / I search for my umbrella in the cupboard and look to the sky, shielding my eyes. / I see nothing.
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24” x 36” acrylic on canvas. Copyright Derek Shockey 2008. 350.00 for original. Prints will be available soon. ”... my kiss-breath turpentine, / my crush with eyeliner…” -Stipe
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18” x 24” acrylic on canvas. Copyright Derek Shockey 2008. 200.00 for original. Prints will be available soon. ”...won’t you / come see me / Queen Jane…” -Dylan
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