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252 creative works found
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Charcoal drawing, scanned etching plate and peacock feathers
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Charcoal drawing, photo and Apophysis overlays
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“All the charm of all the Muses… / often flowering in a lonely word.” Alfred, Lord Tennyson Face: SD-stock http://sd-stock.deviantart.com/art/Spring-Wall-Hanging-63930447 / Textures: Hibbary http://hibbary.deviantart.com/art/paper-textures-75974801 / Brushes: Merrym http://merrym.deviantart.com / Swirls: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/941243 / Smoke: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/704194 / All else: My own photo stock ©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires / All of my artwork and photographs are © All Rights Reserved Worldwide. / My artwork and photos do not belong to the public domain.
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Early morning by the beach. My profile / / /
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Charcoal drawing and Apophysis overlays
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Mix Media Bathing Beauty inspired by / movie star glamour Elizabeth Taylor /
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Mix Media Lucy / fun and posing at the beach!!! /
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Just playing around with an old drawing :o)
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And now, for something completely different… Captain Charles Upham VC and Bar (September 21, 1908 – November 22, 1994) was a New Zealand soldier who earned the Victoria Cross twice during the Second World War: in Crete in May 1941, and at Ruweisat Ridge, Egypt, in July 1942. He was only the third person to receive the VC twice, the only person to receive two VCs during the Second World War and the only combat soldier to receive the award twice. more / / New Zealand’s most highly decorated war hero. / / Charcoal, white conte crayon and graphic pen on brown paper. / / This was drawn from a famous 1941 photo taken of Charles Upham on the field – original photographer unknown. The original photo was used with the kind permission of the Alexander Turnbull Library of New Zealand. / /
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Property of St Kilda Baseball Club T-shirt Black/Grey/Charcoal/White
by St Kilda Baseball ClubUS$32.30
Property of St Kilda Baseball Club T-shirt Black/Grey/Charcoal/White
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Charcoal drawing, peacock feathers and Apophysis layers
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Jess n Jumbo are friends… / Jess is a Jungle Girl and walks on stilts…. / Jess met Jumbo who is a baby elephant, he was orphaned / Jess adopted Jumbo and they lived happily ever after in a treehouse deep in the heart of the Jungle Jess n Jumbo were created on brown paper, with a white gesso striped background…overlayed with chalk pastels and outlined in black felt tip pen… / Her cheeks are pink texta and i’ve used quite a bit of charcoal for the shaded areas / / /
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PAUL IS A LITTLE TOO AWAKE Do you feel as I do? my brothers and sisters? deviants and mutants and freaks and angels? – does it move you like this. Like – THIS? It swings and burns and riots inside me sometimes – sudden tastes uncertain and anomalous – each sense fitted up and mis-wired with invention. / Show me that synchronous similitude: Following Orpheus as he follows Eurydice into the dark. The dark that I have been sucking, gulping into me since I first lifted my wide wide gaze to the moon. Rising ancient and cold. Eating darkness and it tastes…. Human like you, yes! Let me exist as you, I want to sear your mind show me where you hide your kindness so that I can rip it from you with my red real teeth. / Sad and soft sounds sticking in my throat, in the softness behind my words. Behind my panicked, violently blue eyes. / I once… I made a man cry with my work – Triggers in his own bruising mind clipping sore and real and true. / A strong man and brave. A man… my oldest friend; he whom I have not never seen shed tears. Not in twenty hard years of the hard corners of a brutal and difficult life. He has healed himself now. He is in love with his wife. He would kill and die for me… / Women and men have shed tears at my work. / They have I have seen them I was there I saw I saw and my memory is quick sometimes and it frightens me with clarity so sharp and real. I trace the path of their tears in the air before me. AND I ALMOST SOB. / Stop it. Stop it stop it. The emotion, unnameable, is colossal impossible. / Stop. / Deep breath, try. Shudder once more. My own tears hot on my cheek. Sip something cool, open a fucking window? Put the kettle on again forget put it on again forget and remember that I have done this twice and limp back to my work. I stand. I twist my strong, deft hands against each other. I fail without simple answers, stuttering ambiguities sincere and desperate. A gasp of longing slips from my tongue flicking outwards from my undecided lips like a creaking leather whip. / Calloused and scared and still and always smeared (STILL YES! WHY I CAME IN HERE! REMEMBERED YAY!)with paint. It is so beautiful. It frightens me. / I step numb to the bathroom twist taps in unfeeling slippery fingers paint. It makes things…hard to grasp. Hah! Puns rule… Shock and cold and it tastes so sweet and I could drink such water as this, forever cool. False insectile legs pricking my skin even as I scrub it, prickling through my hair. / I pour clear cold water in a winding trail down my back and hold my head under the tap for as long as I can bear. / Oh, to find a baptism such as this – at the hands of one so replete with belief that what they may have been disintegrates before the throb of divine insistence. Baptised by a drowning. / For this act, to find faith in warm human hands… In some symbol ancient and quivering with the force of certainty. With fucking CERTAINTY (“doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is an absurd one” – Voltaire, the wily old bastard). With faith. / Measured in millions of long dead believers embraced in the sweet surety of ritual – beneath the crying cup. / Dust strewn under hard, calloused hands. Angels? And dust? We must be both! Concentrate! / As the cool water runs over the yielding welcome of my eyelids. / The last and least peace that I can find. / My own faith… zealot of nothingness, disciple of CHANCE. Rhapsodist in ephemeral accident so pure its coldness burns. / I hear the hiss of the plumbing, the booming blood surging in my ears. I breathe some rushing strand of the water and cough hard. Enough. / I bang my head, on the tap, even as it vibrates to my sight in the tricking slight of hand of mild hallucination. / Only me. Shiver and shake. Force out each claw into a supple human finger, nails painted deep sapphire blue. They are calloused from my guitar, still stained with my paint and sore from the incessant scrape of life at their raw nerves searing just under the skin. / Squint and glare at my reflection. Snarls have always just looked completely silly on my face. I must smile. Smile smile. The shape of the bone, the skull, under the gums. / The sink is covered in paint. Faucets young but obsolescent. Plastic decay matching my own. / Flick my hair back just so and water sprays lightly. It seems to fall in jerky staccato accelerations and infinitesimal pauses. Some of the drops on my open palm. They roll and rattle into each other like flawless crystal marbles before dissolving into water once more. / This. Endless. Endless. Impossibility… this mammoth UNNAMED and UNNABLE emotion. That my senses distort when I must see to work to breathe to work see to paint to live. / It is so heavy. I want it and hate it and crave a name for its crippling mass upon my heart. / For now… / Trick it with beauty. Paint. Be brave. Courage my friends, my siblings, my lovers. / Angels and dust. Concentrate!
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Sales of this TShirt ? – 1 sale so far :) / / Baby & Kids TShirts also available in this design at My Zazzle Store Jess n Jumbo are friends… / Jess is a Jungle Girl and walks on stilts…. / Jess met Jumbo who is a baby elephant, he was orphaned / Jess adopted Jumbo and they lived happily ever after in a treehouse deep in the heart of the Jungle Jess n Jumbo were created on brown paper, with a white gesso striped background…overlayed with chalk pastels and outlined in black felt tip pen… / Her cheeks are pink texta and i’ve used quite a bit of charcoal for the shaded areas
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/ / / Kite Lady Media – ink pastel acrylic charcoal / Substrate – canvas textured paper / Original Art – SOLD to a kite enthusiast who collects ‘kite art’
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The beginning and end. Revelation of life’s short journey as a person enters the twilight of his years. A self-portrait. / Done in charcoal, pencil, gesso, ink and acrylic washes.
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Cod Catcher was created with ink and pastel on paper. / She has white wool for her hair. Cod Catcher loves to don her snorkel, mask & flippers and catch her dinner nice and fresh in Kingscliff Creek! She is amazing and lightning fast, ‘she catches the fish in her bare hands!
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Exotic Bloom is another from the Beach Series by Karin Taylor / You can see the canvas textured paper showing through here, I used mixed media here, my usual inks, chalk pastel, acrylic and charcoal. / The original painting sold at The Sheoak Shack Gallery Cafe at Fingal some time ago…it’s a miniature painting to give you some idea of scale :) /
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This is the same rose as my other images - / Peakaboo / Turning Cool / Open www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz People/Portraiture HDR Photography Macro Photography Architecture Collaborations Skyscapes Animals/Birds/Insects Street Art Street Photography Everyday Objects Seascapes/Rivers/All Water Summer Photography Odd/Unusual Flowers/Plants/Trees Landscapes New Zealand Abstract Humour Black and White Photography Unruly / Turning Cool / Sore Flower Bleeding / Secret Garden / Sneaking Out / Mellow Yellow / Romance /
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This is a collage of an overlay of charcoal sketches, shellac paint, cut and paste, ink, and good old photoshop. Enjoy!
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Acrylic on Canvas 1m x 1m. This started out as a self portrait, bright and happy like many of my figurative works, but as I continued I was thinking of the concept of authenticity. Suddenly I was squirting charcoal paint over the canvas. My subconscious took over from the conscious. I am so excited about this work. I feel it to be unconventional in regards to my usual style, although I haven’t yet settled on a specific style. This work has inspired me to go on a quest into the realms of the landscapes of the mind and soul and explore the archeypes of humanity. I feel I am about to embark on an exciting journey. Enjoy, comment freely and all my thanks as always – Carmen ; ) (PLEASE VIEW LARGER VERSION… ENJOY THE SYMBOLS & INTERPRET AT YOUR LEISURE)
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Feathers drawn on Draw Day in pencil and charcoal. / Edited in Photoshop
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