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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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I was walking in Downtown Tribeca, NY last week when I looked up at this old building. It seems vacant and I had the sneaking suspicion that it would be gutted and totally redone. I imagined this old ad on the building would be gone—and so I shot it immediately. I see it as a historical view of Old New York. I did a bit of selective coloring play to get the message across more clearly. :)
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. MY GALLERIES ON REDBUBBLE FRACTALS SMUDGE ART TM. / WALL ART / SMUDGE ART TM. / ABSTRACT / SMUDGE ART TM. / MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS / SMUDGE ART TM. / WHIMSICAL BIRDS / SMUDGE ART TM. FRAMED / ANIMALS / BIRDS / SUNSETS / LANDSCAPES / FLOWERS / NEWFOUNDLAND CANADA / COLLABORATIONS / FAMILY / ALTERED PHOTOGRAPHY / BLACK & WHITE PHOTOGRAPHY MY CARDS / INSPIRATIONAL CARDS / CHRISTMAS CARDS / VALENTINE CARDS / EASTER CARDS MY T-SHIRTS / BASIC BLACK T’s / BASIC WHITE T’s / FLOWER POWER T’s FRISCO / VALENTINE T’s
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Flower Power Project 2008 , for all those who have contributed in some form to support the amazing artist community, that wanted to help make a statement, and set a new World Record! Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. /
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. MY GALLERIES ON REDBUBBLE FRACTALS SMUDGE ART TM. / WALL ART / SMUDGE ART TM. / ABSTRACT / SMUDGE ART TM. / MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS / SMUDGE ART TM. / WHIMSICAL BIRDS / SMUDGE ART TM. FRAMED / ANIMALS / BIRDS / SUNSETS / LANDSCAPES / FLOWERS / NEWFOUNDLAND CANADA / COLLABORATIONS / FAMILY / ALTERED PHOTOGRAPHY / BLACK & WHITE PHOTOGRAPHY MY CARDS / INSPIRATIONAL CARDS / CHRISTMAS CARDS / VALENTINE CARDS / EASTER CARDS MY T-SHIRTS / BASIC BLACK T’s / BASIC WHITE T’s / FLOWER POWER T’s FRISCO / VALENTINE T’s
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this is one of a series of three. This one is for a commission. Knowing a little about the person, besides knowing he likes red, and abstract, and loads of texture, he’s also gone through big change in his life (new business, going well, old relationship ended) One of the things he loves in his business is seeing a ‘situation’ and cleaning it up to be fresh, sparkling and better than expected. Bearing this in mind, the surface of the canvas was highly textured. There is loads of ‘chaos’ that is steam rolled through, leaving a shining path. It is a visual reminded of his efforts of the day, and the mark he leaves on the world. It is vision of happiness, a job well done, a tribute to freedom and moving forward. I have amped up the colour so it looks great in print.
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Minimalist abstract study of speeding cyclists, focusing more on the dynamics of the speed and motion of their movements / Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 37 X 59 inches / 94 X 150 cm contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .....................................................................................
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Local Monterey wine merchant, hoping to boost business, asked me to make some paintings for him. I had a great time doing these three posters, this is a close up.
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The painting is based on a photo I took on Dartmoor a few years ago. The light was fantastic and I’ve expanded on that to create this vibrant landscape.
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Don’t ask don’t tell! Ink/Watercolour illustration
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Cityscape background, urban art
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Cityscape background, urban art
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oil on canvas / original for sale
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now it’s done…...!!! / digital painting using corel photopaint X4 / but…. / still…..I miss the traditional painting process….. / if only I could separate my self from my computer…!! / been married to “mac” for so many years now…. / ...now where are my brushes…lol!! copyright © 2009 jokiargu creations first stage: / second stage: / thank you for viewing my heART!!!
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I bet those guys really love working at this beautiful place. This is a picture I took of the barn on the way home from the beach this summer! I hope you like it. I’m pretty sure all of the upkeep is up to the prisoners….I bet they are proud of this barn! Thanks so much for taking time to view my portfolio! Smiles Leilani Atmore State Prison Farm (Holman Prison)
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Influence of nature. Graceful curves. The wispy lines resambles branches and leaf motif on this piece. Enjoy it!
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The hole in this paint with all the cracks reminded me of a heart and veins..the is a wall on a very old antique store. Nikon D90 / 18-200 mm VR Lens
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Chipped and peeling paint on a store front wall. Nikon D90 / 18-200mm VR Lens
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Door handle of a empty and very run down old store in Cass City Michigan, I know its run down and peeling, but the colors are so screaming bright I thought it was pretty neat..it is the same door of my other image “The Master” Nikon D90 / 18-200mm VR Lens /
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