Catharsis
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catharsis
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18 creative works found
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I wanted to depict a sort of awakening and breaking free of the past and the realization of a fresh new direction. / I did this freehand in Photoshop during a CGSociety figure painting workshop with Don Seegmiller.
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A second version, for folks who like dark t-shirts. You know who you are. Represent! / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Typography, T-Shirt Design. Technique: Creative wording using Photoshop! Tools: Photoshop CS3, my brain. / ALSO AVAILABLE / The Very Catharsis of My Everyday Happiness (1st variant) T-Shirts /
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Image based upon a doodle in my notebook
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Abstract, flora and fauna
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What can I say? I love tees. / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Typography, T-Shirt Design. Technique: Creative wording using Photoshop! Tools: Photoshop CS3, my brain. / ALSO AVAILABLE / The Very Catharsis of My Everyday Happiness (2nd variant) T-Shirts /
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Like the work, please buy the shirt; it’ll go to a great cause. :)
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Change my style after i made this one :D
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Six-Word Narrative Catharsis
by Lachlan Kent...vision healed.
I decided to join the Six Words Only group… I hope you enjoy.
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Gothic Work
by gemyndI found myself once again crippled by the act of doing nothing, pressing my face against the cold glass of my bedroom window….....
This is a work produced for English, written through the voice of a great Gothic novelist like Henry James or Emily Bronte.
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Anyone want their art more public?
by Gordon Merrick JusticeSimply a general announcement. I was hoping some of you (any of you) would care to contribute works to an off site (RedBubble linked…..
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Catharsis - Why A Floating City
by Gordon Merrick JusticeSo I suppose if there is to be any sort of trust involved in the creation of the Floating City, the one who is founding it has to set dow…
So I suppose if there is to be any sort of trust involved in the creation of the Floating City, the one who is founding it has to set down a stone. Perhaps it will make it easier for some of you to know that even I am a bit hesitant to speak freely – even amongst the people of this community. Ok, why not. I use RedBubble as a device to stroke my own ego so much as to the point of having not commented on a work or added someone to my watch-list someone who hasn’t first done so for me. Even then it is all too rare I ever really explore others’ work unless I feel there is something to gain from it. I’ve always put myself first in everything, and although this may be natural to a point, in my case it applies even in cases where I gain little and others lose a lot, or even get hurt a lot. Probably one of the primary reasons I have remained single most of my life is that no one can possibly give enough to satisfy my wants, and when they don’t I simply turn around and find a very convincing way to blame them, making sure they have to bear the weight of failure while I get off looking innocent yet wronged. I think it started when the first parts of me developed which I found to be so intrinsically written into who I was that I could not create enough fantasy to hide them… fantasy lost, I resorted to self-denial. Smart enough to fool even myself, I could always find reasonable justification for my actions; if I believed myself innocent, I could never be found wholly guilty, and I could escape from even the most well deserved guilt. Even in saying this, I know its intent is in selfishness. But I said it, it’s true, and I can’t really take it back now. So there. If I could pass a law, it would require all changes in “the system” to work society back towards the very roots of humanity. Hopefully, that way, we could see where we mistook manipulation for proper intent, and grow to no longer be so hung up on lies of the past. So, perhaps you want to try, or then am I just being selfish again?
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Standing
by Daniel RarelaSo get out of my face, give me my gasoline / Because you don’t deserve / The gentleman in me / It’s time to burn Perfection down completely
Yes, I’m a Christian. Yes, I follow the words of Jesus Christ and believe he was the son of God. However, it does not, in any way, make me some kind of saint. I realized throughout my life that I’m always going to make mistakes, and I’m never going to be your average goody two shoes Christian, who always wears a clean cut suit, who’s never had a dirty thought in his life, who’s never said anything controversial in his life. I might spend the rest of my days trying to be the man God wants me to be, but I’ve decided to stop killing myself every time I fall short of other people’s expectations, because I am loved just the way I am, and God is the only one who can take me as I am. And I realized I’m never really going to grow in spirit unless I choose to be completely honest with who, what, and why I am the way I am. This poem was the result of that – to completely burn down this false persona I’ve created, and give room for the real me to grow.
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How I felt at the time.
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Catharsis
by George YesthalI’d spoil the mayo in your tuna / To give you salmonella / Hand it over, smiling and say / “There ya go, Big fella”.
Before anyone gets the idea that I am a homicidal maniac, I wish to offer this disclaimer. I work at a well known food chain in central New Jersey. This area is populated by some of the wealthiest, most disgusting, sour, ill-tempered, degrading, self absorbed, trite, miserable, avaricious, loathsome human trolls I have ever had the distinct displeasure and misfortune to to have been thrown into a collective social cage with in my entire life. / I have to serve these horrific examples of human debris six days a week with a pleasant word and a winning smile. / This is my way of letting my resentment and disgust go to ground. Nothing more. Enjoy!
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It’s a skull on fire..what more do you need to know???
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...Am I an Artist ?...
by OwlMountain(edited and adopted from my personal journal) Is my catharsis over yet? Something is pent-up in me, some force that is trying and lo…
(edited and adopted from my personal journal) Is my catharsis over yet? Something is pent-up in me, some force that is trying and looking for a way to express itself. Is it an artist ? ...am I an artist ? ... or, in fact, those are two different personalities, me and artist ? No, I AM and artist !! / My artistic expression is photography and writing. Our whole culture is about competing, being compared to others, being better than others, making more money, struggling to always do better, faster, more… and if not, you’re somehow less… WHY? ...that only brings frustration. I have decided that I don’t need to be embarrassed about the artistic quality of my photograph anymore, even if there is none … so what, I say ! The process of creating that photograph itself was and art. I could be the worst artist in the world according the rules of today, but I am one in my own eyes and that’s enough for me because… it is just enough for me. I don’t need to compare myself to any other artist because it is pointless. I can only feel inspiration and genuine admiration for the beauty of others’ work. The bitterness and jealousy (...why am I not so talented as he or she is?...) and feelings of inferiority are poisonous. So what if I am not Ansel Adams or Victor Hugo, but I am Roman and that’s great too!! I am me and I welcome my catharsis.
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CATHARSIS
by Ehivar Flores HerreraIgneous volcanic emotion / my heart of an upset complies / is curled up, rested, beaten / rate of snail, waves on my feet I have caus…
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Catharsis
by bluehuepirateFive of us playing the streets and nobody knew quite how to deal with it.
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