Chariot
92 creative works found
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This is one of the 2 scale model bronze chariots unearthed near the site of the TerraCotta Warriors near Xi’an in China. The pair are housed in a special museum on their own and the place is usually packed with visitors so getting a shot wasn’t easy. The chariots date back several thousand years.
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Wax Pencil on Paper / BEST OF SHOW / 2004 Miniature Art Society of Florida / International Exhibition
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Since this marvellous new ability to divide portfolios, I’ve decided to try my hand at some print graphics, which is something I did before getting carried away with all this tee nonsense.
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This is my entry for the Photoshop Creative competition / Digital Mixed Media. Mostly done in Photoshop CS2. A touch of Corel Painter and Apophysis 2.0. This image is composed of digital painting, a few fractals, and several photographs added for texture. I hope you all like it because I’ve been working on it for most of this week :). / This is the first I’ve completed in a new series: The Elijah Series. This image represents the chariot of fire. You can read about it here: 2 Kings 2:7-12. There is so much going on in this image so I’ll help you out: The Chariot driven by some sort of Angelic being is in the center of the image while the horses of fire are at the bottom, very front of the image. The blazing light of Heaven is in the very back. Basically, the sky has opened up and the Chariot of Fire is coming down from Heaven to separate Elisha and Elijah. The whirlwind that takes Elijah up into Heaven will be the next image I do in this series. Thank you for looking!
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War
by Murray NewhamHeroes square – Budapest. Surrounded by the Archangel Gabriel and the Magyar kings, this is the symbol statue for War.
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As Title
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Fleshed out from a drunken pen outline I honestly never thought I’d revisit. I’d really screwed the pooch on this one. That said, I think it turned out far better than it could have. Ballpoint pen, various multi-colored permanent markers, black/white charcoal, and a couple of highlighters on white sketch paper. The alien’s partly inspired by Matt Groening’s aliens from ‘The Simpsons,’ and I don’t think I should have to state where the idea for the big, glowing obelisk came from … although, for the sake of full disclosure, I suppose I should: 2001, A Space Odyssey. Love that movie.
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Rubber stamp, pretty much in the raw but for a little touch up
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The Fool The Magician The High Priestess The Empress The Emperor The Hierophant The Lovers The Chariot Justice The Hermit Wheel of Fortune Strength The Hanged Man Death Temperance The Devil The Tower The Star The Moon The Sun Judgement The Universe/The World Card Reverse Side Design
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From a rubber stamp carving i carved
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Laurie and Ralph from Mary Renault’s The Charioteer.
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acrylic on canvas swathed in blue, crashing in on their chariots, the Picts gave their all against the brave new world of empire
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Acrylic on canvas. 2000mm x 600mm Descriptions of the Last Judgement If the Spectator could Enter into these Images in his Imagination approaching them on the Fiery Chariot of his Contemplative Thought if he could Enter into Noah’s Rainbow or into his bosom or could make a Friend & Companion of one of these Images of wonder which always intreats him to leave mortal things as he must know then would he arise from his Grave then would he meet the Lord in the Air & then he would be happy. William Blake With this work I am looking at creative inspiriation and the spark of a new idea.
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Acrylic on canvas. Detail. The full work is 2000mm x 600mm The title is a quote from Blake. With this work I am looking at creative inspiriation and the spark of a new idea.
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Here is another example of nature’s beauty in this bark abstract. I perceive a warrior in orange in a chariot searching the landscape for intruders who are disturbing planetary harmony in this sector of an unknown galaxy. The dark background sets the mood and illuminates the vibrant color of the / landscape in this mysterious realm. The rider is clearly from another time and space and has been called back from the past to use his power against evil forces. What do you perceive in this multi-dimensional painterly photograph? Please view it in the larger format to see all the imagery. Sally Omar has paired this piece with her poem, “Midnight Rider” / which you can read in her portfolio.
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Acrylic on paper. Most people think they are funny when they are really, really drunk. Mostly they’re annoying. All profits from this work go to Police Legacy Victoria
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watercolorpainting / 30cm x 21cm / 300g
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/ Designed for people who love Egyptian stuff!
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sparks flying / from horses hooves… / sword and armor / aflame in the burning sun! the charioteer / charges onward / relentlessly… / fearing absolutely no one!! An Apophysis 2.02 fractal. / I really like the almost 3D effect / that you get if you stare at this image / for a few seconds!
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an earhart chappel photo / chappel photographed in central america j i miss you it all came out when / from a photo of a woman in a barn brassel’s “babe in the wood”(thx) to voice this thought out right is to be only seen as fiction / you know i have to say that j. for now there is no choice. / fiction. you are not here.your voice cannot be heard. / so it pains me to say but this is a work of fiction. j / j today a friend from a time long since past / said i am sorry that you are going through / a tough time now in your life / not a sound / from her for years / then finds me god knows how / but the word “tough” / is not a word for me / in my life / in my mind / you j / that was you / so i wrote her back with this in response:life is what it is. i have a lovely daughter, my art is thriving,and i love my days with having both.my work is seen all over the world and i collaborate with many artists. i am stuck at the moment, where i live, as my x does not want me to move, but it matters not..i have lived a fab life, and i would do all of it again! my x is , what he is..a long 2 year ugly divorce, where i wanted not a thing,that finally ended after 2 years last month in court.but i would not have done all i have done and met all of those i met, if i had not lived my life this way..and soon court will be again and i will be out of here with her.i have learned many a lesson. and the same mistakes will not be repeated. there is more to life, than outside eyes can see, day to day.and once you have found it..its a wonderful thing to know. no matter what life throws at you. / i do not remember the memory you are speaking of. but no one is where they are today as a person without the past. / meeting all who walked with me a moment in my life has, shown me so much. / the things we hold to be true, right in front of you are not all as they seem. / as a world that is built on image can only fall when the doors are opened.as behind the wall, the image or the icon as i see it was only human all along.. / it matters not who is in the photo with you, it matters who you are willing to close your eyes and take your hand and trust they will take you to where you belong, as they are the ones who believe in you. c / i have seen so much. and i have learned so much.things that most hold to be true, are now for me pure fiction, based on promotional campaigns to bring them to the status we are held to believe are based on truths. when in reality, it is the farthest thing from the truth. / a close friend of mine died 4 years ago. he was a man of great wealth knowledge and power. he was and is still today the closest thing i can hold as a public reality.his wife could not bear any children, so they adopted 12. there was no ice cream store in town, like he had as a child, so he built one, when he found that the camp ground his father used to take him to camping when he was young was to be divided and sold to create a town (yes it was a big area), he bought the land, so no one would build, and on it he built his log home for his children to enjoy, the wilderness as he did as a child, when his business partner died having breakfast on 9/11, he did all he could, as he was supposed to be there but ran late as his youngest was sick that morning,yes he had help yes he did have his wife but he took the son, years before he was in business with ib., drove from jersy through the holland tunnel, his car packed with shot guns, he was going to see ib. when was pulled over, that night he was arrested, but he was also saved,he was a wonderful friend to me, and was always there for me as i was for him.in jersey he would come and we’d go off…he hated the pretense of the area, we would drive and talk and we’d go to his farm and ride, and in the winters we’d go above the barn to his place of solace after we would ride.i respected him dearly.though he had all, he’d also seen what was behind the doors.new the truths. and wanted no part. he was a rebel, a brilliant one. the day he died he was riding at his farm, and i was here in virginia.when i herd of his passing,i knew he was happy, he lived his life through all the ups and downs.and at his funeral a.g. spoke, b.s. sang, but you know what he did before he died? he wrote a note, that he never liked b.s. music, and if b.s. was to do something at the funeral, may he not talk, as he goes on and on, have him sing the ONE song i can stand”santa —-——-”, and it was so, and he wanted the children and his wife to ride on a sleigh to and from the funeral pulled by his horses, and it was so. / he lived, and although his death was sudden and a freak accident of nature,he had his ride that day, and in life and in death he was always the same, true,honest, and brilliant. / he taught me so much. in life and in death. he pulled me through some very high waters, to the edge where i could stand.and he told me all..i miss him, not for what he had, not for what he did, not for who he knew, but because i could trust in him…to lead me through the rough deep waters..to the shore. / my h and his w and others never understood us,but he was a true friend, / and in his passing i received a note from him, that his w sent to me. there was an envelope, / with my name on it, / opened. / and it read, / t keep your chin up, / they are all bull shitters / love j. / how long ago before his death he wrote it to me, i do not know..but even in death he was there to guide me. / so when you say i am having a tough time now in my life, whats tough is not having j here to talk to, but he taught me well. and he was always right, till this day he is.knowing he was not impressed as he knew the truth, and was not misguided by ones money, fame or public facade . / he teaches me daily to hold my chin up high, and know that its only doors others see, as that is the way people in and out want it to be. and the reality of it all is too harsh for the light of day, and money can make everything go away. / when i left my h, i knew what road was ahead.but what i did not fathom was to the extent the road would last. i have my daughter and my art.and j in my head telling me they are a bunch of bullshitters. so its not tough, just a longer road that i thought i would have traveled..but i have wonderful support, from my true friends who have known me all along my journey. who have cared for me not because of who i was, who i knew or what i had, or what i could get them. but those who wanted nothing…and are still at my side. / j told me years ago one day, the time would come.that something, would occur to cause a change, and he was right. / but as j told me, it would be hardest felt, when it was not just me but my little one p, who would hurt from the truth more than me. / and he was right. / that’s what did it, and that’s what i still feel now, its not me who is ultimately hurt by ones truth..but her..and for that i am truly sorry for her, and i hope when she is older she will not remember this time in the way i do. / i have been the one constant in her life, a lot has changed for her.but i know the other side of all of this is a better place for her, and her future.and getting her there is the challenge. / so on the outside yes it looks tough. but we have one another. / and she is everything to me. / t so i wrote that / but j to you: j i miss you / somewhere / i do not know where / but somehow you are here with me / passing the time / a light switch so many years have past / when i think of you / to get through / i am strong / when i sit here alone / and there is quite / i wish you were here / to guide me through / you would say f* um / and that would be it / there was no voice stronger than yours / not a one / would ever stand up to you / you were this rock for everyone / that kept everything in place / always / i miss the loft in the barn / to think of it now / i laugh / you had to make it you / soo manly / the leather / the rugs / the bar / the chrome / your place / tucked away / the times we would talk / and you would sit / so content / you were / we could ride / we could talk / but / it was all talk wasn’t it? / tears roll off my face thinking of you no i was never the tough one / j i miss you i sit here and cry / f* / i miss you / you were always so wonderful to me / and all the bs / went to hell / when you discussed it with me you treated me / as i was your equal / always / j i never came close there are so many things / i have needed you for all these years / yet when you were alive / i kept them to myself / you never did / you told me time and time again / i always figured if you really ment it / you would be on your plane / and be here with me / to take me away / there would be no more mid night calls / it would just be / as you said / you and me kiddo / that word kiddo / j / is why / i held it all inside / kiddo / you were just kidding with me / friends buds / that’s the way it would be when i wrote c today / and said i would have done it all the same way / as i sit here now / i am not so sure / thinking of you / you were everything i always loved / all in one / ok so you were not a —— / ok i will give you that / but f* j / you were more to me / than i ever let you know / and j / i just wanted to say it properly / i miss you love always / t
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Based on the book by Erich Von Daniken. Photomanipulation / Model photography by Maxoperandi (thanks so much) Maxoperandi
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Shot taken at Hampi. Best viewed bigger. Hampi was the 14th century capital of Vijaynagar Empire which was ravaged, pillaged and plundered in 1565AD by the Mughal rulers. Hampi is in north Karnataka, 363kms from Bangalore. This is a listed monument. In 1986, UNESCO inscribed the group of monuments at Hampi as a World Heritage site. This shot was taken in the morning, I returned to the same place in the evening to capture the dancing reflecting sun’s setting rays. Below are the shots of those structures in the background reflecting sun’s setting rays. Below is the shot of one of the wheels of the chariot.
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Taken March 7/09. I believe this was on the Tribunali Building in Rome next to the Castel San Angelo. A quadriga (Latin quadri-, four, and jungere, to yoke) is a car or chariot drawn by four horses abreast (the Roman equivalent of Greek Tethrippon). It was raced in the Olympic Games and other games. It is represented in profile as the chariot of gods and heroes on Greek vases and in bas-relief. The quadriga was adopted in ancient Roman chariot racing. Quadrigas were emblems of triumph; Victory and Fame often are depicted as the triumphant woman driving it. In classical mythology, the quadriga is the chariot of the gods; Apollo was depicted driving his quadriga across the heavens, delivering daylight and dispersing the night. / (Courtesy of Wikipedia)
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This US Hornet was sitting under portable floodlights on the apron of Avalon airport, Melbourne, during the 2009 Australian International Air Show. This angle caught my attention because the long, slender nose cone was partially in darkness and partially lit, while other surfaces were highlighted sharply against the inky-black night. The design of the engine intake, in particular, shows just how slender some of the leading surfaces are on this highly-regarded fighter jet. My challenge here was to achieve a strong composition and absolute clarity – without a tripod. I do not crop, enhance or post-edit my images in any way. Shot without a tripod, using a Pentax K100D and a Sigma 70-300mm lens. F4.5, 1/15 sec, ISO 800, focal length 150mm. Featured in DIMENSIONS, November 2009. Avalon2009-5660
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