Blood painful
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Sometimes to achieve a goal you must change yourself, but is it really worth it?
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How hard could it be I thought to myself. Surely you just throw and catch stuff? Why bother with those little namby pamby beanbags? Well… I guess I know now. sobs None of my hats will fit anymore. sigh
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Abused
by Magda BedaAbuse happens anywhere and everywhere. It must stop.
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It was murder on the art board… / This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 Australia License
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“Mother” is bloody angry these days… her “child” is crucified, her earth is plundered, her wrath is swelling, and truly, as only women bleed, for those who feel way too much … She cries tears of blood and as Shiva, does destroy and renew… yes “Mother Mary” was not meek and mild and all servile as they strung her only child upon the cross in public humiliation and herd aggression … this girl is a Woman now, and she shall not be moved, from her course of destiny, purpose… a mother’s wrath is a volatile force, and not easily reckoned with… nor is the Wholey “Mother” of us all, she bleeds, and we shall know the wrath of Mary. (Excuse me… darn nearly broke my keyboard whilst typing! ... I’m venting …)
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disconnected connection limited edition of 25,numbered and signed / Hahnemuehle Bamboo rag art paper 60×80cms @ / $390.- including postage / please contact me directly / jess.tremp@gmail.com other limited edition prints here
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On DeviantART / ArtRage 2.5 and graphics tablet / Original Date: March 2008 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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Living Buddha is made of flesh and blood, and suffers in painful world. Acrylic Painting
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The Scream is basically a piece about violence against women, a subject that really sensitizes me not only for being a woman, but also for being human and for dreaming and working for a better world based on respect and equality. I didn’t want a piece that was oppressing or showed only the pain of the violence or abuse. I wanted something dynamic, that could have a “voice”, that could help people to reflect about how to change things. The symbolism of the piece is quite simple and direct. There’s a dual figure in the center. She might be the same woman in two different attitudes, if you like. The red-haired one is scared and in pain. She holds her bleeding heart and wears a mask to keep herself hidden from judgment or other losses. She might be the one who was raped in a party after drinking too much, the one who was abused for a family member but preferred to hide in order to do not cause disturbances in the family, the one who was beaten for her husband but kept silent for fear of losing her children. She might be one of the Congo women. She might be me, or you. The black-haired woman doesn’t wear a mask. She is screaming – although sometimes I think that she is in fact singing. What she releases from within herself is a bird, red as life. Is the desire for freedom from a world conquered by force, not love. She screams her right to be treated as a human being instead of a second-class citizen, as a partner instead of a subordinate. Her right to express her own ideas and have their own attitudes without being demonized for them. There are also masks at the bottom, a pile of masks without faces behind them. They once belonged to women who decided to scream instead of keep silent and anonymous. That decided to stop pretending that that’s how the world is and there’s nothing that can be done to change it. But there’s so much one can do just by having a voice… And use it to demand respect for being human is urgent.
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Hi Everyone!!! ☺ I´m sorry for possibly posting duplicates of something that i might already have posted at my original stridsberg-account Thanks for stopping by! ☺ And as always…keep an eye on my own website for my most recent work and my pointless blog: Sincerly Andreas Stridsberg www.mystic-pic.com
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Some things go so deep you lose your voice from the pain that the hurt causes. This is symbolism for such pain. Thanks for Looking.
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This is probably the MOST personal thing I have ever done, and emotionally this has been a murder of the soft spoken, try to blend in, don’t attract attention, be still and she will go away side of me. I was up all night creating this image and I finished the poem this morning. This is the beginning of my exorcism where the pain and hurt have grown and festered for many years. I had to watch the murder of my meek side in order to find the strength to move forward. Vonne The Rabbit Inside Me Is Dead / Today I watched as you committed your vile act / Watched as you began your attack / I have watched in silence for too long / Watched you spread lies with diseased tongue / Watched as you deceived the innocents / Watched as you pointed the finger at everyone / The fault always was another’s and never you / So mother it saddens me to say / When you attacked one of mine / That was the final injury / I saw only red… / Now the rabbit inside me is dead. / Y. Emerson 05-2009 Thank you for these features. I am truly honored!
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2008 featured in / Strictly Human Faces on 08/09 Top ten in challenge: / Poetry and Beautiful Women (Poetess Challenge)
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After years of heartbreak the heart fails to continue on its journey for love …..thus conjuring it to say Fuck Love ...but it should never give up on love…. Was inspired on me looking back of this relationship I had years ago that went sour …and was thinking back on how I felt about the whole situation. Prismacolor on recycled paper
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Collage using some beautiful hand-made paper by Soxy Fleming. (thank-you Soxy!) / A strange interpretation of that everyday sort of pain…
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W.herever I may cut / O.ver this surface / U.nderneath my skin / N.othing should appear / D.own the scars already made / (s)o my hands will be quiet. April 2008. Thanks for looking! :)
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If only this was possible after some relationships… among other pains in life. Had to do the sister idea to the brain design I did :] just a simple one really, but with a message. All feedback and suggestions welcome, if anyone would like something added or altered which would make you happy in order to purchase this item don’t hesitate to ask, I’ll consider reasonable changes to keep customers happy Jay / R-evolution GFX Alternate version / Other designs you may like from R-evolutionGFX: —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- Oh and: / SPECIAL BIG DI$COUNT OFFER ON MY “Have a nice day” SHIRT! / Contact me for details / Jay. /
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dripping red paint images from stock.xchng
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This image came to me the other day while listening to Battlefield on the radio in the car. I’ve been working on it ever since. There was only one model that fit the scene, so I’ve had to bring back Manny the mannequin. Might have to do another series…......? Battlefield Don’t try to explain your mind / I know what’s happening here / One minute it’s love / And suddenly it’s like a battlefield One word turns into a war / Why is it the smallest things that tear us down? / My world’s nothing when you don’t / I’m not here without a shield / Can’t go back now Both hands, tied behind my back with nothing / Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again / Why we gotta fall for it now I never meant to start a war / You know I never wanna hurt you / Don’t even know what we’re fighting for Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield? / Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield? / Why does love always feel like Can’t swallow our pride / Neither of us wanna raise that flag / If we can’t surrender then we both gonna lose / What we had, oh no Both hands tied behind my back with nothing / Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again / I don’t wanna fall for it now I never meant to start a war / You know I never wanna hurt you / Don’t even know what we’re fighting for Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield? / Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield? I guess you better go and get your armor / (Get your armor) / Get your armor / I guess you better go and get your armor / (Get your armor) / Get your armor / I guess you better go and get your We could pretend that we are friends tonight / (Oh, oh, oh) / And in the morning we’ll wake up and we’ll be alright / ‘Cause baby, we don’t have to fight / And I don’t want this love to feel like A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield / Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield I guess you better go and get your armor I never meant to start a war / You know I never wanna hurt you / Don’t even know what we’re fighting for / (Fighting, fighting for) Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield? / Why does love always feel like a battlefield / A battlefield, a battlefield? I guess you better go and get your armor / (Get your armor) / Get your armor / I guess you better go and get your armor / (Get your armor) / Get your armor Why does love always feel like? / Why does love always feel like? / A battlefield, a battlefield I never meant to start a war / Don’t even know what we’re fighting for / I never meant to start a war / Don’t even know what we’re fighting for Jordin Sparks
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Red, Black and Purple
by JaneSolomonThis deep grown longing / That lingers in the shadows / Whispering the need / To lie with you at nightfall / To wake with you tomorrow Sha…
I write this for myself and for the love I may never know and for all those who have lived or are living through long distance or with unrequited love. xx
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“Coping with the Pain” – Is a piece I did inspired by Hearing that I wasn’t going to be able to attend college another semester ….I was accepted …they love my work and personality…it was just a money issue… I broke in tears while on the phone… Last time I cried like that was when my grandmother died – back in 2003 / The picture mostly is this: / -the fetuses inside my head REPRESENT – the many unborn ideas that will not be able to see life / The announcement of the news was like taking all that life and aborting it… / -The heart with the fuel guage on empty …depicts simply how my heart felt / -And the many mouths that scream with piercing agony show how my soul yelled within / .... / charcoal, graphite, colorpencil / on 18×24 drawing paper My therapy to get over it …and move on /
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