Black painful
372 creative works found
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“Those who do not feel pain, seldom think that it is felt.” – Samuel Johnson. Medium: Indian ink and Gray wash, and Photoshop CS2.
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Illustration based on the tragedy, Pyramus and Thisbe. Medium: Indian ink + Pantone markers.
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Detail /
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cramps…broke a nail…... hangover…..missplaced my legs…. warm and fuzzy,.....burned dinner…. wrecked the car…. lost the keys…. its anything you want it to be that requires this position
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This image is supposed to show depression and pain. The feeling you get until youv’e had enough. Part of my own face is used in here.
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You need to do something before this whole thing consumes you…. /
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Contemporary geometric abstract. Acrylic on canvas. Mark 13:8 Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be earthquakes in various places, and famines. These are the beginning of birth pains.
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Agony
by silentcriesWhen the agony is too much to bear / And you have no one to turn to / What will you do? i’ve been dealing with depression for the last 4yrs plus. honestly, i don’t really find it funny or anything to be proud of. but i work hard, and try to make light my condition as much as possible, in hope that people will accept me for my humor at least. but there are times when the pain and agony gets too much to bear.. when i just want to lash out at those who hurt me, at those to jeer at me, at those who despise me, at those who looks down on me. but that is wrong. i know. violence is wrong. to hurt somebody physically is wrong. but to be abused mentally is ok? nope.. i don’t think so.. i’ve heard many different advices.. some of them more sensible than others.. but it all comes down to “it’s easier said than done”. Don’t you agree? it’s always easier to advice others.. but it’s so hard to accept advices ourselves.. but we must always remember, ultimately, it’s up to us to make the choices to solve our problems, to free us from our pain. we can only hope for our beloved ones to help us. but we mustn’t depend on them. we too, must help ourselves, to free ourselves from our agony. this is the advice from the girl who gets mentally abused from the people she loved and trusted since birth.. Also available as a mugs and keychains: / /
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On DeviantART / ArtRage 2.5 and graphics tablet / Original Date: March 2008 T-Shirt Don’t ask me my name / Don’t ask me to look / Don’t ask who I am / Don’t ask me to stop Don’t ask why I rage / Don’t ask me for life / Don’t ask to be saved / Don’t ask to escape Don’t ask me to leave / Don’t ask me to forget / Don’t ask why I bleed / AND DON’T ASK HER NAME Don’t ask who she is / Don’t ask why she hurts / Don’t ask why I drew this / Don’t ask. Just. Don’t. And long after I drew this, I’m finally able to write down some of the description that was in my head as I painted her. / People say she’s abstract. This surprises me _ And something looked down and said “This is wrong”. And they were torn apart. And now she guards the gates of heaven for evermore, until her love is returned to her. And no angel may pass. On lighter screens, you can see the bottom edge of the wings quite starkly / – they’re supposed to nearly blend into the darkness (and my settings are right. I checked) / I discovered new ways to use ArtRage with this – the semi-transparent veils, for example, are thin lines of blur/soft palette knife. She’s waiting for you to die and try to go to heaven. Then she’ll tear your wings off and throw you back down to hell. As mentioned.. she’s a little irrational. /
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Whatever you are giving your attention to is already vibrating. And when you give your attention to it, if you maintain your focus for as little as 17 seconds, you begin to include its vibration, whatever it is, in your vibration. When you see something you want, and you give it your attention, and you say yes to it, you are including whatever its vibration is in your vibration. When you see something you do not want, and you shout no at it, you are including whatever its vibration is in your vibration. In this vibrational world, which is everything, you are far more vibrational beings than you are verbal beings. You are communicating with everyone far more on a vibrational basis, than you are on a verbal basis. / Abraham-Hicks 1999 When We look around and see the terror and the upset and the rage and give our attention to what we don’t want more than how we truly wish to see the world.. well it just never ends… In my travels.. I did not see fanatics.. more normal people.. lots and lots of normal people who want what we want.. Food. shelter. clothing AND A GOOD LAUGH PLEASE VIEW LARGE Here’s the thought: “what would it be like to enter an elevator and get all of lifes questions answered…. you know the old fashion type of elevator.. with the pull metal door that perhaps now you only find in freight elevators… I have been and will be working on a images that I plan to use as a series for sale as art and as a book. Elevator Instructions…Have a peek at the others.. ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… BOOK 1..How to Live / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… How To Avoid Alienation / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… When Dad Leaves / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Loving Lifetimes / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Becoming Enlightened / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS…On Being Naked / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS.. On What Is Evil / ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Writers Block
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PERCEPTIONS DOOR How do you see things? / How do I? / This perception of you / This perception of I Painful longing and denying claim / All for want of another same In fold / Out mode / Can’t seem to take hold Piercing the air for a stronger / Scent to smell / Knowing that what I feel now / Feels like hell And back again / And before it is done / I want to be clear / None has won / Or made a point / Or made one see Perceptions door / Eternity Fin…LINAJI 2009 Linaji 2009
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tattoo design I did for my flash book
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“Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black” Sometimes.. there is the darkness.. and all the colors seem to disappear.. moments of anger..wanted to be heard.. but the sound of anger still frightens me.. as if i’m gonna loose myself if i do let them have a voice.. After loosing two loved ones in six months time at a certain point i felt this anger that overwhelmed me completely and it scared me.. so i hid it.. deep down inside of me.. knowing that if that door would open i wouldn’t be able to hold it down.. i was able to hide it for almost 18 years and then other experiences opened that door.. and still i tried to avoid it..being afraid of what it could lead to.. but in the end in order to be able to live, really live instead of just surviving – what i have done for a long time- you need to look at your demons.. so i let them have a voice.. this creation reminds me of accepting my anger if ever it wants to be heard again.. Rolling Stones Paint Stockphotos from Lise Gagne
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We see you as we see a face / That trembles in a forest place / Upon the mirror of a pool / Forever quiet, clear and cool; / And in the wayward glass, appears / To hover between smiles and tears, / Elfin and human, airy and true, / And backed by the reflected blue...Katharine by / R.L.Stevenson When this painting was finished, I could not help but think of Stevenson’s “Katharine” and her “elfin” face…this delicate “quiet and cool” beauty seems to “mirror” his “trembling face, hovering between smiles and tears”.. Watercolour on Arches Not Paper / Sylvia / The Riddle / Illusion / The Wish / Virtue / The Party / The Beauty / The Star / The Night / The Temptation / The Quiet / The Plea / Le Maquillage
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As in Bathsheba Everdene, from Thomas Hardy’s “Far from the Madding Crowd”...within a short time of arriving at her aunt’s house, Bathsheba has the neighbouring young men at her feet…independent, beautiful and intelligent, she rises quickly when she inherits her uncle’s farm, then shocks everyone by deciding to manage it herself…..her three suitors are each determined to marry her.. / “The book (which I have read a zillion times), has been described as an early piece of feminist literature, since it features an independent woman with the courage to defy convention by running a farm herself. Although Bathsheba’s passionate nature leads her into serious errors of judgment, Hardy endows her with sufficient resilience, intelligence, and good luck to overcome her youthful folly”.wiki Watercolour on Arches Not Paper / Katharine / Sylvia / The Riddle / Illusion / The Wish / Virtue / The Party / The Beauty / The Star / The Night / The Temptation / The Quiet / The Plea / Le Maquillage
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When exactly nine years had passed since this gracious being appeared to me, as I have described, it happened that on the last day of this intervening period this marvel appeared before me again, dressed in purest white, walking between two other women of distinguished bearing, both older than herself. As they walked down the street she turned her eyes toward me where I stood in fear and trembling, and with her ineffable courtesy, which is now rewarded in eternal life, she greeted me; and such was the virtue of her greeting that I seemed to experience the height of bliss. It was exactly the ninth hour of day when she gave me her sweet greeting. As this was the first time she had ever spoken to me, I was filled with such joy that, my senses reeling, I had to withdraw from the sight of others. So I returned to the loneliness of my room and began to think about this gracious person. Dante (La Vita Nuova III) Dante first met Beatrice when he was nine and she was a year younger…he was entranced with her, but they did not meet again until nine years later..he went home and wrote what is considered to be one of the worlds greatest romantic poems, “La Vita Nuova”... many painters have recorded their meeting on the bridge…however there is only one (presumed) portrait of her…I discovered it after I painted this and there is no resemblance.. / Dante thought her angelic…I hope you think the same of my Beatrice... Watercolour on Arches Not Paper 292 VIEWS FEATURED IN PIMT TWICE / FEATURED IN HAND DRAWN OR PAINTED ART OF HAPPINESS OR JOY / Rafaela / Autumn / Bathsheba / Katharine / Sylvia / The Riddle / Illusion / The Wish / Virtue / The Party / The Beauty / The Star / The Night / The Temptation / The Quiet / The Plea / Le Maquillage
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Another photo of a homeless cat I found while wondering in Shanghai’s Zhong Shan Park. This little fellow was not shy at all and was quite comfortable letting me shoot him. Just love the blue eyes! All my work has been visually inspected for quality assurance. Your happiness with your new picture is very important to me, enjoy! If you’ve enjoyed this piece, please view my other photos, thank you! Here’s how the finished product will look like…
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Another Doodle from my weekend in bed suffering with back pain. Ink on 280gsm Card with an experimental digi-tweak. FEATURED in ‘Creative Spirits of Queensland’ September 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Globes, Spheres and Curves’ October 2009
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We wear masks in order to hide ourselves, our real, flawed and wounded, selves. We try to disguise our issues, to wrap them up with pretty bows and attempt to pass ourselves off to the world as “ok”. But, I’m not ok, you’re not ok! We have all suffered wounds, and some of us don’t handle it as well as others of us do. And, the masks that we wear are not always sufficient enough to hide the tears and, in the end, become just as tearstained as our hearts have always been. All my own photos and textures used. These are my eyes…my tears…my pain. The Wound – by Marillion I’ve done everything that can be done to heal this wound / Left it on it’s own for years I’ve done everything that can be done to heal this wound / Left it on it’s own for years / Couldn’t touch it, didn’t pick it, didn’t get it wet / It didn’t stop the bleeding I bandaged it, I wrapped it, stitched it, tourniqueted it / I held it stiff and aching in the air / Held it there til I went beserk / Didn’t sleep / It didn’t work / Didn’t stop it weeping And the wound is your life / And your life took on a life of it’s own / (Or so you foolishly thought) / And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels / Every time I heard news of you And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark, damp, forgotten places / Darkness didn’t stop her growing / New-born baby cells dividing.. / Curled up tight unrolling day by day / Stretching up, stretching out / Forming the same identical shape / Clones. There aint too much sadder than / Clones – relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound And the fern is beautiful in it’s own way / Uncurling in the dark / Beautiful with no one there to see it / As the wound weeps and aches FEATURED in Fantasy Fine Art Composites, Self As Other, Core [C.O.R.E], Music Inspired Art, and Pathway to the Soul
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