Charcoal portrait
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Another portrait…I just finished reading ‘To The Lighthouse’. / / Virginia Woolf (January 25, 1882 – March 28, 1941) was an English novelist and essayist regarded as one of the foremost modernist literary figures of the twentieth century. / During the interwar period, Woolf was a significant figure in London literary society and a member of the Bloomsbury Group. Her most famous works include the novels Mrs Dalloway (1925), To the Lighthouse (1927), and Orlando (1928). more / / Charcoal and white conte crayon on brown paper. / / This was drawn from a photo taken in 1902 by George Charles Beresford (Public Domain). / /
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Charcoal on Paper
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Charcoal on mylar drafting film, 22×18” There were several unusual spiritual moments for me while working on this self-portrait. One was a near out of body experience while on a walk in the park, which spurred me to write my first poem in 30 years. A few days later, I started seeing black butterflies. Not so unusual in summer I suppose, but I don’t remember seeing this particular type in Chicago, maybe it’s due to our changing weather patterns. The odd thing was that I had just found a photo of a black butterfly online at RedBubble at http://www.redbubble.com/people/knightingail/art/1336726-1-black-beauty Then a black butterfly fluttered around me several times while I was walking that same afternoon! It happened again a couple of days later, this black butterfly flying in loops around me as I walked. Odd that the only black ones I saw, also seemed to notice me as well! Almost like they knew of my transformation. So, that inspired my second poem, “Black Butterfly” and I decided to incorporate a black butterfly into the drawing. The piece was made to fit a vintage distressed frame I found at my local antique shop. The Poem: Bemusing muse Black butterfly Came through the ether Mystical wings Encircled me along the way Enraptured on a summer day Music painted on the sky Black butterfly Blown in from far off dust Astral soul Dressed in stardust Black butterfly Draw me perfect Emergent from this coal black shell Wet wings spread in joy to stand Transformed Flawless at the artist’s hand Evanescent passion lies In our wavelengths intertwined Black butterfly Never caught Light gently in the mind Bring luminous thought (c) Alice McMahon White 2008
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THIS IS NOT A PHOTOGRAPH / This is actually a drawing I created in pencil, charcoal and ink on paper that was based on a photograph. / Under copyright law my drawing is protected by Carrie Glenn Studios©2003. For any questions on my portrait work, please feel free to e-mail me anytime! Thank you for your support! ;D Charcoal, graphite and ink on paper. My inspiration for this piece is Jazz, pure soulful and uninhibited jazz. Easy and yet complex were the sounds that drifted from Louie’s trumpet. From his trumpet playing to his rich vocals, Louie’s music is a great inspiration to me. I try to capture his depth of character and defined talent through my portrait. I created countless layers of meticulous details conveying everything from the veins in his hands to his handkerchief and the gleam in his eyes that says, he loves what he does. My goal was to truly capture Louie’s soul. ...I can hear his voice singing the song “What a Wonderful Life”...every time I look at this image, which is what inspired me to draw this piece. Enjoy! Original SOLD Here are some examples of my other portraits / / / / For commissioned work you can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios /
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THIS IS NOT A PHOTOGRAPH / This is actually a drawing I created in pencil, charcoal and ink on paper that was based on a photograph. / Under copyright law my drawing is protected by Carrie Glenn Studios©2003. For any questions on my portrait work, please feel free to e-mail me anytime! Thank you for your support! ;D RedBubble Awards: Winner Of The Pencil Drawing Group Contest / ” Human Emotion “ Read the Write Up Here Visit The Pencil Drawing Group Here 5×8 Charcoal, graphite and ink on paper / There is hardly enough time or words to sum up Vincent Price properly. He was a teacher, an actor, a collector of art and a chef to name a few. He had a true philanthropists heart and was a man of many talents and a creative pioneer. He has left a fingerprint on our society and myself. In my portrait of Vincent, in every wrinkle I reproduced, in every mole I fastidiously drew and in every single hair I portrayed I see his achievements. There are many fine details in this portrait. You will see the veins in his eyes countered by the shine and drama I captured in them. You will see every wrinkle on his hand and every whisker in his mustache. It is designed to transport you back to the last film you may have seen him in and capture that vivid memory. As you study this piece you can almost hear his voice still speaking. Most Popular Purchases of This Image / Greeting Cards / Mounted Prints You can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios /
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Mixed Media
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Original Creation Date: November 16th, 2005 This is my imaginary friend. / He never leaks a word. / He never betrays. / He takes it to the grave. You spend your sick day off of work sleeping. / I spend my sick day doing this. / Charcoal on paper, 16” x 18”, freehand. Model: My dear friend Tim. Original Available. Note me for pricing.
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‘Atticus – ’ said Jem bleakly. ‘How could they do it, how could they?’ ‘I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did it tonight and they’ll do it again and when they do it – seems that only children weep. Good night.’ / “Harper Lee, To Kill A Mockingbird” Open to interpretation – I’d love to hear what you think, and see if i got across the point i was trying to.. / The reference photo was taken by frixen on DeviantART (www.frixen.deviantart.com)
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How did they call it in the Bible? A dale of deep darkness. I walk along the path of my life and the light goes out, the inspiration leaves, the inner voice silences, the passion extinguishes, the energy runs low. Life is like wading through a swamp that almost swallows me completely. I can hardly breathe. It gets darker and darker and I feel fear burning like a ball of fire in my stomach. I am afraid I am doomed, did everything wrong. The light disappears completely. I wonder what is left. Well, I am still there, in a terrible state of mind, but still there. My heart pumps, my lungs breathe. I am still alive. And now it all seems a little bit different. The light is not gone; it is just harder to reach it. But it is there, always there. Still feel frightened, but I have faith again. —-—-—-—-—-—-——- And now it is time to learn the cockpit flows of the Airbus A320 by head and do some serious flying. It can’t always be fun. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-— -Partial self portrait in charcoal and pastel. / -Photolayers. / -Digital freaking.
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subject: Henry Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994) was an influential Los Angeles poet and novelist. Bukowski’s writing was heavily influenced by the geography and atmosphere of his home city of Los Angeles. A prolific author, Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories, and six novels, eventually having more than fifty books in print. He is often remembered as “The Poet Laureate of Skid Row”. read more on wikipedia.org / ............................................................................................. / medium: Charcoal pencils on 185gsm Arches medium-tooth paper. All materials are acid-free and archival. / ............................................................................................. / size: 29.7×42cm (A3). A 1cm border on all sides has been left unmarked. / ............................................................................................. / / ............................................................................................. / New original art listed every Sunday night in my eBay store
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An attempt to draw Penelope Cruz… 2004 / charcoal pencil and white pencil on canson paper
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Self portrait I did years ago, using number 2 pencil and black /charcoal pencil.
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Charcoal and pastel.
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Original Creation Date: January 2nd, 2006 Brian Molko of Placebo. / Charcoal on paper, 14” x 20”, freehand. Original Sold: Livingston Manor, New York USA
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Sleeping female nude : charcoal and pastel drawing on tinted art paper
by Roz McQuillanUS$3.99–US$106.40
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30×36 number 2 pencil and charcoal / This is a very low res image of it !! / Identical twins in Nashville, very talented country singers and good friends / I kept this for myself I liked it so much and did a different one for them! / Uploaded for the twins group
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Charcoal on paper. 2007. New original art listed every Sunday night in my eBay store
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This is a portrait of redbubble member, Melissa Vowell rendered with charcoal, acrylic and coloured pencil on Arches medium tooth paper. This portrait grows on me a little more each time I look at it. There she is, late at night in a darkened room, sitting in front of her computer, deep in thought. The glow from the monitor casting a delicate light over her face. It could be me. It could be my sister Dee, in Sydney….or our youngest sister, Kristyn in Melbourne. It could be any one of my facebook, myspace or redbubble friends. We’re online. We’re connected. New original art listed every Sunday night in my eBay store
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There was a time when I was pretty obsessed with drawing her… / Drawing is kind of huge, charcoal pencil on smooth bristol paper. Close-up /
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Ehukai Beach is on the world famous Hawaiian North Shore. / It’s claimed to be one of the best surf spots on the face of the planet, especially in winter. / I see this boy standing upon the beach, maybe leaning up against his car with his friends… / His board strapped to the roof rack and an endlessly long scarf wrapped around his neck. / Watching the water with as much lust as others watch the opposite sex. P.S. The original actually has two inches of solid black border on both the right and the left. / If you look close enough you can see that the lines on those sides aren’t perfectly straight. / That’s because it was done by hand, chipmunk. Ain’t that cool? Charcoal on 90lb. paper, 16” x 20”, freehand. Original unavailable.
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Featured in Humor Captured / (Thanks Deri and Meg) Featured in Extremely Positive / (Thanks Chris and Keeli) Charcoal, graphite and ink on paper. / What a musician! One of the many things I have always loved about Louie is that you can hear him smiling when he sings. I have always enjoyed his music and his countenance which are both very contagious. So here is a small tribute to the man that has made me smile so many a time…”What a Wonderful World”. / Original SOLD / For commissioned work you can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios
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subject: There has been more than one male admirer of Gita to have contacted me, asking for an introduction. I regretfully had to tell them that she is a figment of my imagination. medium: Charcoal on Arches medium tooth paper. size: 21cm x 29.7cm (A4) approx 8” x 12” song dedication: Don’t Make Me Wait (The Chimes)
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Pastels on really crappy paper. / Charcoal and chalk. / Here… have a song folks. written played sung and recorded by me. I wrote this the year before I stopped drinking, in the most hopeless time of my life. The same year that I drew this. BEAT IT THOUGH HUH!? Nuts to YOU pathetic existence! / DARKLING“ The file is 1.5 meg and all you have to do is click on it once. It will auto-open. Try it. Listen to me. / Lyrics: / I thought I felt your hand touch my face / My valentine has hollow eyes. / All the stories that we told ourselves. / The frozen motions of our lives / CHORUS: / I watched your face while you came / And the blade that turns in your mind. / Your breath against me in colours again. / And your face a hot white line. / Is it because I’m a liar or because you’re a whore. / That makes me want to give up, just give up, and open my neck onto the floor. / You know you can touch the dead child inside you. / It’s enough, isn’t it, the things that we go through. / CHORUS / I watched your face while you came / And the blade that turns in your mind. / Your breath against me in colours again. / And your face a hot white line. I need you to sing to me. / Come down into the street. Trace my scars with your fingers. Lie to me. About what you see. -END LYRICS.
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