Blue ghost
198 creative works found
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This is part of a series that I am working on. Called morning noon and evening. My thought is to have the same background image in 3 variations showing how one place can evolve and change moods. I have reasently created a second image / / Noon
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This is a Ghost gum…found mainly in interior Australia. / It has a flourescent powder on it’s bark, which Aboriginals use/d for a very effective sunscreen …but made their skin gow in the dark !
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companion piece with Ubume / Funayūrei – The ghosts of those who perished at sea. / The lady in this picture and her husband were sunk at sea (can you see the ship?) :( / stock credits: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41487594/
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a shark exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC explaining something between life and death (it’s suspended in a huge tank of formaldehyde) / / / we were not allowed to take pictures, but the woman guarding the exhibit said we could take as many pictures as we wanted as soon as she went on break in 5 minutes, permitted we didn’t get caught by the next guard. i love rules
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/ Evening
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Holga magic- this is completely untouched.
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Inspired by the end of Tim Burton’s ‘Corpse Bride’ film.
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“Ghost in the Machine” was the title of a book authored by Arthur Koestler. Koestler claims that mankind is moving towards self-destruction. Koestler states that the human brain is built upon primitive brain structures, and that these are the “ghost in the machine”. At times these structures can overpower higher logical functions, and are responsible for hate, anger and other such destructive impulses. The Police titled their 1981 album “Ghost in the Machine”. This is where I first heard of this concept. My t-shirt design interpretation of this attempts to graphically represent that man made machines manifest behaviours or events that cannot be explained. These behaviours or events are not programmed, they are the product of the machine taking its own course. These are reflections of our primitive destructive impluses within the machines that we have created…. as the machines are a reflection of us, they are likely to display self destructive behaviour just as we do…..
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Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise / Dans le présent le passé restauré! / Ainsi l’amant sur un corps adoré / Du souvenir cueille la fleur exquise. / / - from “Un Fantôme” by Charles Baudelaire / (in Les Fleurs du Mal) / / / DETAILS / this digitalart picture’s size is 6000×4500px. / click a thumbnail for a real-size detail from the original / / / © 2007 Nodakami
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I Died many Times Before… First time I remember, I was still a toddler / sitting in the morning sun, on the concrete floor. / My grandparents’ courtyard in Salamiyeh. / I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, tapped / the giant head as it slithered closer. Second time, a year or so older, also in Salamiyeh. / It struck on a starry summer night. / I was playing barefooted on the patio. / Mother came running to my screams. / Sobbing, I told her a big butterfly bit my foot. / I pointed to where it ran off, watched / as she grabbed a straw broom, killed / the venomous desert scorpion with repeated blows. / I vividly recall her rushing around with one shoe on, / the other missing, laying me in a stroller, / running down darkened streets to the emergency clinic. I also died at age five, along with my mother and sister. / It happened on the two-lane Hama-Homs highway. / Mother unintentionally turned the steering wheel / as she twisted her body to chide us / for backseat bickering. No guardrails. / Nothing but protruding rocks all the way / down the steep drop-off. My first summer in college, I died in New York City. / Muggy night, uptown Manhattan, a block away from Broadway / in front of the big Cathedral. I had my arms up, / as the man who had just asked for a light / pressed the tip of his knife into my ribs. Years later, on a misty morning on Texas Highway 87, / I fell asleep at the wheel. / I had worked through the night in Victoria, / and was looking ahead to my bed in San Antonio. / My Chevy Blazer slowly drifted left / into the path of the oncoming truck. Those worlds / continue without me. / My tombstones there / mark ends of times I knew. In this one, grandmother Um Sami suddenly appeared. / Rounded boulder hoisted high. Arms fully extended. / How she lifted it? How she took dead aim, and launched it / smashing the serpent’s head? / I do not know. I was still conscious. / I do remember clearly / the terrified look on my mother’s face. / How her voice trembled as she pleaded / with the nurse to be careful. She was afraid / the syringe’s needle was going to puncture through / my tiny toe. Mother slammed the brakes as she forcefully corrected. / Car came to a screaming, precarious halt / in a cloud of swirling dust. / We stayed parked at the side of the road for a long time. / Her hands shaking, she gave us grapes, / while she collected her frazzled self. / She swore never to drive again. / Never did. “Let the creep go”, the second robber, / who had just cleaned my pockets with swift efficiency, / told the one holding my life at the tip of his knife. / They took pity on me when I told them / there was nothing in my wallet. / They slipped it back. Walked off. / It took my rage weeks to subside. I could see the whites of the wide-open eyes / of the truck driver, as I twitched awake! / He was already moving to his left / to avoid hitting me. But my reflex was to jerk the wheel / to my right to get back into my lane. / I also stomped the brakes. / We came within a hair of a head-on collision, / as he swerved back into his lane. / That was when time switched / to slow motion… / Me sitting still. / Blazer skidding sideways / on the wet grass / along the shoulder. / Dull-black asphalt road passing / in front of me. / No sound. / Finally, / everything / coming to absolute / rest. In this one an invisible hand / still cradles / my bones. © Assef Al-Jundi
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This was drawn by hand,edited in photoshop
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Dual tone watercolour. / Poundworld, 90lb paper
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Australian Photographers Alliance 2009 Drought Relief Calendar
by Australian Photographers AllianceUS$23.75
This calendar is eligible for standard / FREE Shipping and Handling as supplied by our sponsor RedBubble. When placing your order, please use the pre-arranged promotional code ausphotoall to receive your FREE Shipping and Handling. This calendar has a 25% markup from the RedBubble manufacturing price. 100% of the markup amount will be donated to Aussie Helpers. The Australian Photographers Alliance will make the donation to Aussie Helpers. You may view this calendar on video at Flickr and YouTube We look forward to you supporting our initiative to assist those in need. Australian Photographers Alliance Darren Stones / Mark Ingram / David Haviland / Joe Mortelliti Link to each image for larger preview: Cover – The Big Dry Jan – Storm Behind The Tank Feb – Make Hay While The Sun… Mar – Corryong April – Morning Hay River… May – Desert Tracks June – There’s A Track… July – Evening Glow August – Ghost Gum Batton… Sep – Outback Station Oct – The Blight Of Our Nation Nov – Sunrise Storm Clouds… Dec – The Kidman Way
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If you like my work, please take a look and vote for my entry in London Calling T-shirt Challenge, please scroll to Cruel Britannia
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fractalius effect in PS ..this was a photo that I took in the summer
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A beautifully reflected yacht in the clear normandy light on a calm evening
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100% Photoshop. / Created using brushes and a few lines from a poem I wrote about a man thinking of his deceased wife called “Less A Set of Wings”. Poem Copyright /
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This is about separation, loss, grief and blackness. This is about…the day we broke up.
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Image copyright © 2007, Robert Knapman. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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this is from a passport photograph taken in 1971 and a digitally worked picture of an iris. It reminds me of a sad time in my life
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Haunted House with graves, mist and ghosts. Oooooooooooooooo!
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Done in Photoshop / I am doing a deck of Tarot cards and this is my Magician Hallows Eve to all who dwell / Magic Balls to cast the spell. / The changing at midnight / for all to tell,the stories of / magic ,ring the Bell. /
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A depiction of Vlad’s Castle. The real one is in Romania. Last I heard it was up for sale. Any buyers?
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