Blue expression
357 creative works found
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girl behind a curtain
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Maddie, my Himalayan cat, in one of her moods. At the time that I took this photo, I had no idea it would be my last. She passed away Nov. 6. She gave me 19 years of purrrfect happiness….
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Perfect if you’re feeling moody at your next family picnic.
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The divide of reality vs. the dream world…
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More dogs, horses and pets here
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More dogs, horses and pets here
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A tiny, tidy room. I am speaking in memories, illusions and pleasantries. The air conditioner is not running and the sun shines through a white window over white wicker furniture and artificial floral arrangements and a tile floor that is not lovely at all, not chic at all, but is always clean. / I am leaving, / scooting around the edge, / feeling my way in the dark, / suddenly unable to breath. / I feel proud of myself for avoiding the obvious. Proud for not bringing it to anyone’s attention. Proud for not mentioning that I was suffocating. Proud that I didn’t let my feelings show. Proud that I was what someone else wanted me to be and not who I am. Proud that I had kept / the secret. / I open the door to get into the car, sniff the air, look down. I must have stepped in elephant poop. / I don’t feel proud at all. This painting is acrylic on canvas. 52”x52” 2008
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When I created this it made me think of something trying to break away from the bindings that hold them in. It originally was just a rusty fence and I put it in corel and changed the colors, and put it through the lens distortion and wa la. /
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Acrylic on canvas 1m x 1m The angel carrying the soul preciously cupped in his hands as he strides forward. Life can be terrifyingly wonderful where the only place to go is forward into unknown territory held outwards as though on a precipes (leap of faith), just know that you are held with Love Copyright Candy Matthews all rights reserved Here are some of my other paintings
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Mixed media (Crayon, oil pastel, watercolor, ink, and colored pencil) on Reeves BFK. Featured in Works on Paper and Alt. :)
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Acylic on canvas. An expression of energy and color. One of a set of two pieces. / /
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Yellow-bellied marmot during a late summer snow squall. Taken in south-central Colorado, San Juan Mountain Range.
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Tsubaki / 22” x 30” Acrylic / . Featured in Fine Art of Portraiture / . / Portrait of my Aunt Tsubaki / . / . / 35 favorites / . / . / 344 views so far. / . / .
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ALL SALES OF THIS IMAGE WILL BE DONATED TO JUST GIVING – TRUEPOTENTIAL PROJECT / True Potential – Just Giving site: http://www.justgiving.co.uk/truepotential Acrylic on Paper
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Model: Nelli Scarlet http://www.modelmayhem.com/134234 / MUA: Becca Kennedy for Prophecy Makeup http://www.modelmayhem.com/718862 / Hair: Jackson Kennedy for Hippo Hair http://www.modelmayhem.com/823068 Inspired by Daniel Sannwald’s cover for Dazed and Confused magazine, Vol.2, Iss. 68 – Dec ‘08. There is a proper zipped version coming, eventually. This was taken whilst we were pulling the damn thing off her face at the end. Copyright 2009 Harmony Nicholas
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This is for my weather project, representing….rain! Hehe. This was quite fun. / I miss you so much, I miss your touch / And the way you hate me / And the calloused skin is wearing thin / And now I can’t breathe / After all I’ve said you should understand / After all I’ve said you should understand / It’s the wait that kills me
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He held the hose tightly and aimed it at the dirt surrounding the thorny bush. The water flooded into cracks of dried earth, between mounds of brown clay, past sandy patches and squeezed by weeds that were trying to sprout. The sun glistened on splatters and sprinkles and mist and he focused on the rainbow that fell over the rose bush, past the deep, dark green leaves and spilled onto the water faucet where the hose attachment had not been tightened all the way and spray spewed across the lawn. One rose at the top of the bush shuttered and twisted off of its stem. It flew across the porch, drifted momentarily over a glass of iced tea, surged back into the sun and exploded in rays of red. / He squeezed the trigger handle of the hose and shut off the water. Then he ran to the faucet and turned off the flow. Glancing back to the center of the yard he saw the exploded rose rising in a tower of pink and red and orange petals and whirl upward. Then it was gone. / He didn’t slam the screen door when he went back inside. He didn’t want anyone to see him. Though he wasn’t quite sure why, and he knew he had done nothing intentional, he felt a crazy guilt about what had just happened. He sat down at the kitchen table where the rest of the family was chatting, snacking, talking on phones, and ignoring him. Yet somehow he had a feeling of panic that they may have been looking out of the window and witnessed what happened. Yet, what had really happened? Nothing. Just watering the lawn. Innocent as can be. Then why did he feel so guilty? acrylic paint on plywood 24”x24”
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Never be afraid to express yourself….........especially through photography as it is TIMELESS…........ MY WEBSITE For a Quick Look click / Gorgeous Gods & Goddesses, / Flowers, / Beautiful Places and Things, / Weddings / Pregnancy and Babies
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Glance to the window and then back and then to the sky and then to the walls waiting for words to let go and move. Holding fast inside a dream and always wanting to escape and then to run home and then to move and then to settle in. I remain in one spot for a second and see, if not enjoy, the view. / Hard walls, melting into dark sun streaks left for the heated concrete. Rusted foliage and stale clouds. And inside are crowds. Outside are faces. Everywhere are windows, ruins of the future rising into cold fortresses. / I see through the surface to the stars. The wonder of the light. / I realize I am right where I am suppose to be. Someone told me that long ago. I didn’t like it. Now they are gone. I remember. This can’t be a prison if it is chosen. It is all a playground. Forever changing. Walls only crumbling reflections from and into my own mind’s eye. / Another eyesight sees beyond. Or tries to. / Yet for now, this is a chosen place. Not a lesson, but a heaven. Not a restraint, but a dance. Not an end, but a beginning. Not a wall, but a mirror. This a Chosen Place is 24”x36” acrylic and India ink on canvas. July 2009
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Rain drizzled though crystals of mountain air. Clear, cold, clean. It seemed as if the air and water blended together seamlessly. I stepped over wet rock, through damp, glistening foliage. I pull aside a branch with glowing blue petals to focus on the lake. The harder I tried to see clearly the more blurred my vision became and suddenly I was seeing the landscape as a blank canvas. Memories paraded across the hillsides, swam through the sparkles on water, and danced in the mist. / Reality merged with memory. Time stood still. Rainy Memory is acrylic, Gesso and ink on card stock paper 15”x20” Sept. 2009. Abstract landscape from memory of Oregon / /
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A fringe of rain fell like a curtain over the distant evergreen studded hillside. Or was it distant? I felt the closeness of wet foliage and soft flowing waves of the lake. It all connected in liquid light moving together as a soft cloud of time folded over still silence. Then broken by a cheery bark or a far off laugh. I feel as if this was once the way the planet was. Once the way humans lived. Connected to each other, water, plants, rocks, and time. Flowing on a single smooth circle. Never broken. Dusted by Blue is acrylic on paper 15”x20” abstract landscape inspired by the mountains near Bend Oregon
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self portrait / acrylic on canvas / 100×60 cm http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8KgKwXG1ak / mademoiselle chante le blues (miss sings the blues) by Patricia Kass (french !). / thanks to francis. (artisandelimage)
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I wanted to be out and as soon as I was I wanted to be in. The air was oppressive and still with silent heat and heavy glances and eyes that looked away to the hills, as mine did. There was a sinking white ball of light that is called the sun behind the gray hillside and the flour dusted buildings of the city. I turn and see tree bark glowing in the shadow and behind it a dozen people ducking and jolting along the path. Are the faces meant to be remembered or forgotten or are we all the same. Syrup of souls flowing into one another. / I reach the top and realize it isn’t a top at all. Looking down I feel the sharp shift of space grind to a halt for a second with my brain capturing one second of thick emotion to be cast off the hill yet remembered later. / Then gone and it is a day only a day only a night only a second only an eternity. Not lost, not forgotten, simply being here and now. Forgetting the future. / Late Afternoon is 15”x20” acrylic on paper
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Another Christmas card design done in illustrator CS3.
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