Christma gold
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Some fractal art for the Christmas season.
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Made in Apo. I’m having fun making them. Thank you for the views and comments. :)
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steve like this one (bodymechanic). I will hang it in the next Gallery 26 show. It’s very textured, layered, and it has sparkles.
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Ever get the feeling that you’ve left something behind? This image was sold to a mystery buyer on RB as a small framed print Also sold to another mystery buyer on RB as a matted print And also as a mounted print! and it has also had 4 card sales on RB. It’s been featured on the RB art pages and in the Technical Photography group, which all told makes it my most popular and successful piece so far. So I’d just like to say a BIG thank you to everyone who has contributed to it’s popularity, I’m very grateful to each and ever one of you!
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Acrylic on Canvas…
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*All proceeds of sales are donated to the Hope Animal Shelter You can find more products at my ZAZZLE gallery: How about some matching Bonnie postage!! :D
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This was a request to have no text, but if anyone would like me to type anything else on my images please let me know and I can repost it! Thanks :D Or with text:
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Summary In the woods stood the prettiest little fir tree. It did not think of the warm sun and the fresh air; all it thought of was that it wanted to grow up. “Enjoy your youth”, said the sunshine; but the little tree did not listen. A stork told of seeing older trees chopped down and used as masts and the little tree envied them. In the fall other trees were taken down and the sparrows told of seeing them decorated in houses. One year while still in its youth the tree was cut down for a Christmas tree. It was bought and decorated, and on Christmas Eve all the festivities surrounded it. The children asked for a story, and got that of Humpty Dumpty (rather than Henny Penny). The next day, the tree expected the festivities to go on, and to hear the story again, but servants took it down, and threw it into the lumber room. It talked with mice, and they came to hear the story, but since it was the only one it knew, they did not come again. In the spring the tree was dragged out into the yard and a boy took a golden star from it. The tree was burned and the happiest day of its life was over, the tree was over and this story with it. Over, over, as all stories will be. by Hans Christian Andersen / Created using Digital Image Background dev ro-stock Dec 08
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by ROUBLE RUSTFictional figure. / ROUBLE Acrylics, Gouache & Watercolours on canvas — / / — © All images copyright ROUBLE RUST / Spyridoula Bleta / All the images in this gallery are copyrighted, are NOT part of public domain & may not be reproduced, copied, edited, transmitted, uploaded, downloaded, or published in any way without my permission. Any violation of this copyright law will result in a lawsuit.
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Created in Ultra Fractal 4. I love this period, the whole month of December, with the excitement, ligths and Holiday’s cheer building up. Thank you for the views, favourites and takinf an interest in my art. :) OTHER CHRISTMAS CARDS
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... and roses, too! For the Flowers and Glitter This makes a nice Christmas Card!
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Little decorative stars ! :) Shot with Canon PowerShot A550.
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Mixed Media and Acrylic on Heavy Card 70cm x 45cm FEATURED in ‘Art Nouveau & The Arts & Craft Movement’ July 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Raw Art’ July 2009 / FEATURED in ‘Shapes & Patterns’ August 2009
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A little early and a little decadent, I know. / Inspired by and created for my dearest of friends, Adriana
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featured in The World as We See It 10-05-2009 Lonely is the night without you / Just as lonely as the shepherd without sheep / And where flies the falcon, / In the high sweet air / Without hunting this Sprane Valleys deer She wears softness as a gown / She spreads magic all around / Her feathers still untouched / She takes but nothing and she gives so much She flies on strange wings / She flies on strange winds / She brings strange things / She flies on strange wings She takes off when she desires / Silence grows on her lips / She can bring you so much higher / She spreads love on all her trips, yeah She flies on strange wings / She flies on strange winds / She brings strange things / She flies on strange wings Woke up this morning / And this feeling came to my head / To fly with her from sky to sky / ‘Cause my mind seemed to be dead / So I floated up towards her / On my mutilated wings / But all the blackness sings against me now / It’s the lady of the strange wings She wears softness as a gown / She spreads magic all around / Her feathers still untouched / She takes but nothing and she gives so much She flies on strange…........... / / created with Incendia & PSP
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My Christmas Card Collection on Zazzle Featured in Cards for Sale.
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From my Christmas Card collection.
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Driving home for Christmas / Oh, I can’t wait to see those faces / I’m driving home for Christmas, yea / Well I’m moving down that line / And it’s been so long / But I will be there / I sing this song / To pass the time away / Driving in my car / Driving home for Christmas / / It’s gonna take some time / But I’ll get there / Top to toe in tail-lights / Oh, I got red lights on the run / But soon there’ll be a freeway / Get my feet on holy ground / / So I sing for you / Though you can’t hear me / When I get through / And feel you near me / I am driving home for Christmas / Driving home for Christmas / With a thousand memories I take look at the driver next to me / He’s just the same / Just the same Top to toe in tail-lights / Oh, I got red lights on the run / I’m driving home for Christmas, yea / Get my feet on holy ground / So I sing for you / Though you can’t hear me / When I get trough / And feel you near me / Driving in my car / Driving home for Christmas / Driving home for Christmas / With a thousand memories / created with Incendia&PSP
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So this is Christmas / And what have you done / Another year over / And a new one just begun / Ans so this is Christmas / I hope you have fun / The near and the dear one / The old and the young A very merry Christmas / And a happy New Year / Let’s hope it’s a good one / Without any fear / And so this is Christmas / For weak and for strong / For rich and the poor ones / The world is so wrong / And so happy Christmas / For black and for white / For yellow and red ones / Let’s stop all the fight / A very merry Christmas / And a happy New Year / Let’s hope it’s a good one / Without any fear / And so this is Christmas / And what have we done / Another year over / And a new one just begun / Ans so this is Christmas / I hope you have fun / The near and the dear one / The old and the young / A very merry Christmas / And a happy New Year / Let’s hope it’s a good one / Without any fear / War is over over / If you want it / War is over / Now… / / Created with Incendia&PSP
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They said there’ll be snow at christmas / They said there’ll be peace on earth / But instead it just kept on raining / A veil of tears for the virgin’s birth / I remember one christmas morning / A winters light and a distant choir / And the peal of a bell and that christmas tree smell / And their eyes full of tinsel and fire They sold me a dream of christmas / They sold me a silent night / And they told me a fairy story / ‘till I believed in the israelite / And I believed in father christmas / And I looked at the sky with excited eyes / ‘till I woke with a yawn in the first light of dawn / And I saw him and through his disguise I wish you a hopeful christmas / I wish you a brave new year / All anguish pain and sadness / Leave your heart and let your road be clear / They said there’ll be snow at christmas / They said there’ll be peace on earth / Hallelujah noel be it heaven or hell / The christmas you get you deserve created with Incendia & PSP / /
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They call me The Wild Rose / But my name was Eliza Day / Why they call me it I do not know / For my name was Eliza Day From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one / She stared in my eyes and smiled / For her lips were the colour of the roses / That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room / My trembling subsided in his sure embrace / He would be my first man, and with a careful hand / He wiped out the tears that ran down my face They call me The Wild Rose / But my name was Eliza Day / Why they call me it I do not know / For my name was Eliza Day On the second day I brought her a flower / She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen / I said, “Do you know where the wild roses grow, / so sweet and scarlet and free?” On the second day he came with a single red rose / He said: “Give me your loss and your sorrow” / I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed / “If I show you the roses will you follow?” They call me The Wild Rose / But my name was Eliza Day / Why they call me that I do not know / For my name was Eliza Day On the third day he took me to the river / He showed me the roses and we kissed / And the last thing I heard was a muttered word / As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow / And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief / And I kissed her goodbye, said, “All beauty must die” / And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth They call me The Wild Rose / But my name was Eliza Day / Why they call me it I do not know / For my name was Eliza Day / For my name was Eliza Day / For my name was Eliza Day / / /
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