Candlelight Wall Art
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Taken today at a beautiful Christmas Carol service at Fountains Abbey – the children were given candles and we had mulled wine – not an easy combination with a two year old who refuses to have her wild hair tied back and a mother who has wine in one hand and a camera in the other – thank goodness for dads :0) * /
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The Arcane Pathway My first attempt at a photomontage using “Moondance” as the background.
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This is my attempt at colour (yes i know it is dark and ironically i thought i would shoot a couple of shots in colours too) – but it is for Andrew Walker who thinks that my family is painted in black and white LOL!!!! If you have no idea what i am talking about then read his superb soap bubble.
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As a reader Tarot has fascinated me for many years. I love the connection it creates between you and the querant – the privilege of being let into their life for even a brief time to explore things that really matter to them. And the process of giving them the gift of maybe seeing something that had been intractable to them in a whole new light. / I also love masque and candle light so Alison joined me to try and pull these different elements together.
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Just playing around again
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www.daviezimages.com model: natascha
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This is for my gravely ill cousin Cara who has taken a turn for the worse. I created the candles in form of the Trinity so I can hold my own little digital ‘candlelight vigil’ for her, and pray and meditate on the beautiful person she is, and try to inspire a miracle that might help her survive somehow…
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Another photo taken the night the lights went out…..
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Portrait of Mary Shelley - Caught Between the Moon and Candlelight (1797 - 1851)
by Barbara SparhawkUS$4.99–US$133.00
Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley, Writer, Poet, Shooting Star. Oil on canvas. / The author (at 18 years old) of FRANKENSTEIN. A woman of such profound personal courage, of stunning highs and lows, it boggles the imagination. Mary, I adore you. / A rebel who dodged convention, whose parents were famous free-thinker free love radicals, whose mother died giving birth to her, who was sent to Scotland at 15 for a good education, and who ran off to live with two of the most famous, revered, dangerous, and notorious wild-men poets (when poets ruled) Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron. It had to be like setting up housekeeping with Mick Jagger & Lou Reed. / Ostracized for romping through English tradition, she and Percy Shelley eloped to France, then moved into a castle on Lake Geneva with Lord Byron, proceded to practice Latin & Greek, write, live, and outdo each other. The very good looking bad boys were notorious for debts, affairs, abandoned children, sexually extravagant lives, and a trail of broken hearts. But they wrote gorgeously. Percy Shelley & Lord Byron remain two of the finest poets of the English language. / In what she called “a waking dream” teenaged Mary Shelley started to write Frankenstein, and published it finally under her own name, producing one more shock that an English woman could conjure stirring horror. She and Shelley traveled, changed countries like you’d change socks & became increasingly famous. Mary was pregnant many times, but six children miscarried, or heartbreakingly lived, to die as toddlers. One boy survived adulthood. She was in and out of depressions, trying to keep Shelley happy and produce her own original work. In rough Italian seas near LaSpezia, the accomplished sailor and non-swimmer Percy Shelley drowned. He was 29. Mary was 25, and felt her life ended. The extremes of drama that populated all their days astonishes. Lord Byron and a friend made a pyre on the beach to burn Percy Shelley’s corpse when it washed ashore. One of the two cut out Shelley’s heart (not an uncommon impulse at the time) and after arguing over who should keep it, decided to send it in a box, unannounced, to Mary. / At a time when women had limited rights, freedoms or possibilities, she turned her back on what she was told she must do, with gusto. What is, after all, an ideal life. She risked far more than her peers ever dared. She did not have an easy time of it. But she chose not embrace the comforts or society that would have driven her mad. It’s more than fair to say this woman really lived. Mary Wollestonecraft Godwin Shelley was dead at 53. ABOUT THE PAINTING: There are only 2 or 3 exisitng portraits of Mary Shelley, and one, painted by Richard Rothwell in 1840, was my reference. It is a peculiar painting of her, age 43. When tackling historical figures, one has to account for rigid art standards of the times. I tried to eliminate what might have been purely the painter’s imposition. Along with what I suspect was a purge of her wild history and monster story telling (making her nice, & vapid) he gave her features considered beautiful then: a long oval face, an extraordinarily high brow for heightened inteligence (same things the Greeks did with that full flesh at brow level) thin lips to prove a lack of avarice, matronly to suit her widowhood, and shoulders in such a drastic slope they deny a skeletal structure. (The Rothwell portrait is on Wikipedia under Mary Shelley’s name). All that seemed an exaggeration, his portrait does not look real to me. So I left in her high cheekbones, softened the oval and lowered the forehead a touch, gave her a fuller mouth, kept the deep eyes. I painted Mary Shelley as the 18 year old who wrote Frankenstein, with thoughts of ghoul and goblin fleeting across her eyes, sensing terrors to come, uncertainty in the present, having to rely primarily on herself, an active imagination, great mind and fabulous story teller. / I have her between the moon and candlelight because it seems to me that’s where she lived. / The Hawks Perch
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More fun with light …..I drank the coffee right after the shots!!!
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Classic still life of wine and grapes. The grapes and glass of wine rest on a tarnished silver compote. The grapes are sptolighted with additional light coming from a single candlestick with a mosaic stained glass globe.
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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes. – 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 / I was playing with candle lights and slow speed yesterday. / It is quite fun. / This photo done from 4 photos mixed together using Photoshop CS2. Simple and complex at the same time. / Exposure was around 3’’. / More Photos: /
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When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” / John 8:12 / /
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100% digital free. 4×5 b&w neg + darkroom. / Nearly 2 full months since the New Year and not an idea for a new project. I think my eyes are stuck.
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Started out as a doodle, i saw a Worm, & remembered blamo mentioning i should draw me as a bookworm whilst i was in my reading frenzy (which i do hope to continue) so here i am as a bookworm enjoying a good book by candlelight in my earthy home. Corel Painter, mixed medium
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Another in the Kitchen Still Life Series
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This party took place inside a 17th century / fortification tower standing guard over / Gothenburg, Sweden. / Taken on the occation of my son´s celebration / of his Doctor´s degree, April 27 2007.
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Well, I meant to call you just before I left to go away, / But I guess you knew that’s what I’d say by now; / There again I’m never sure when it’s the proper time of day, / For we never get together anyhow. It was really nice to watch the candle through a glass of wine, / Dreaming dreams together when the quiet nights were yours and mine; / Just a pair of fools wrapped up in soft lights dancing from the fire, / Till the morning light would whisper in the sky. I keep thinking that you saw me in the park the other day, / When I have the time I go back to where we met; / When I’m on the road I see you in a crowd or by the way, / It’s gonna take some time before I can forget. But it was really nice to watch the candle through a glass of wine, / Dreaming dreams together when the quiet nights were yours and mine; / Just a pair of fools wrapped up in soft lights dancing from the fire, / Till the morning light would whisper in the sky. There’s a party for some friends we both know when I am back in town, / Do you think that you could get there for a while? / Though we were never meant to happen still it doesn’t mean to say, / We can’t share a glass and look back with a smile. But it was really nice to watch the candle through a glass of wine, / Dreaming dreams together when the quiet nights were yours and mine; / Just a pair of fools wrapped up in soft lights dancing from the fire, / Till the morning light would whisper in the sky. Till the morning light would whisper in the sky. Written by: Dermot O’Reilly It was written back in 1980, and recorded by the group he was with at the time – Ryan’s Fancy – in 1981. The album was titled “Dance Around This One”.
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Candle and reflection …
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