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Inspired by the Wes Anderson film.
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This t-shirt is perfect for rainy days.
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This sexy retro pin up (the one blocking the hot car) is another installment from the Helen & Jo Collaboration Duo but with a twist! I invited Jeff Burns, host of the Selective Coloring Group to work some of his magic to make this image pop. A true team effort Photographer: Jo O’Brien / Model: Helen McLean / Post Production: Jeff Burns / Car Thanks To: Paul Vanzella / Location: Williamstown, Victoria
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everyday we make promises to ourselves / everyday we flout them / everyday we try and keep the word / everyday we break it… / atleast someone is trying Credits: Photography of the beautiful child exclusively done for this artwork by my dear friend `tracie76 . She is amazing!
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This Is a collaboration I did with a friend of mine on deviantart. / Heres her page. http://intano.deviantart.com/ / Do not take.My work Is under copyright law
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June 2009…featured in Dandelions April 2009…featured in Dandelions December 2008…featured in Digital Lomo ,Cross Processing,Faux Polaroid and alternative photography November 2008…featured in Dandelions Decided to donate this image to the Hope for Chloe fund. So if you are interested in purchasing this please go here / HopeforChloe is strictly set up for raising funds for Miss Chloe Clinton. She is just 6yo and she has the battle of her life ahead of her. She has been diagnosed with Ewings Sarcoma, and is now facing below the knee amputation on the 12th of December. Please show support to Chloe and her mum Priscilla and Chloe’s sister Angel. photo taken by me and edited by a wonderful artist and dear friend, Henk Stolk
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February 2009…placed in the Top Ten in the Hazel Eyes challenge hosted by the Eye Macros group January 2009…placed in the Top Ten in the Creative Faces challenge hosted by the Strictly Faces group and featured in the group. December 2008…featured in Digital Lomo ,Cross Processing,Faux Polaroid and alternative photography A remake of my photo color blind. Spiced up by the very talented lloydwakeling. Make sure you check out his fabulous portfolio.
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June 2009…placed in the Top Ten in the Hauntingly Beautiful challenge hosted by the First Things group. May 2009…placed 2nd in the Let’s Collaborate challenge hosted by the Live, Love, Dream group. March 2009…featured in Collaborations; and Poetry and Beautiful Woman February 2009…featured in Core[C.O.R.E]; and Experimental Photography and Editing A collab with the lovely Maria Medeiros She did such amazing work with my photo. Wanted to share!!! My photo /
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Thanks so much to Shelly / for this image.. I saw it and knew I wanted to work with it. The image on her face is a diagram showing how DNA replicates / The image is supposed to reflect how a child of the modern day world looks back on history to decide what they believe, The images on the left represent the phases of scientific knowledge we have acquired. Hope ya like this
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Pastel on watercolour paper. Featured in 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture. / Featured in Works on Paper. Although my collaborating partners didn’t feel it was necessary, I needed to complete this piece … I have been fortunate to have done several collaborations with Mark, and I have never changed his compositions. I don’t intend on starting now :-) Poem by Kristina Strong like steel / Breaking through the wind / Forcing it’s way through the past / On to the future / A bond so volatile, so feared / A link, to join us all / We face the world and smile / We feel the barbs and spikes / We surround ourselves with white light / And drift in to the fate we have been given / United in love and hate / United in art and words / Unbroken, unaltered, unforgiven / We are the link
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Thanks to the amazing Jacqleen for the model PLEASE CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE FULL VERSION
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thank you thank you jacqleen / This is another of her absolutely gorgeous models. Everyone please check out her work… i know you probably do already =) Then and Now I think of time spent; wasted / Hastily and lazy, we can’t erase it / Sugar casings laced with / Images of your face I’m facing / Slowly the days shift phases / Amazed at the trails I’ve been blazing / Save the betrayals broken promises and token phrases / I’m unfazed by the ways time was wasting / Waking up before the sun’s rays rise / Time flies, as do I to where miles become mere paces / The fear I was once encased in erases all doubt and past praises / Our kisses once fulfilled wishes, but now their taste changes / I’m past the danger of your anger, see how time estranges? / You wore your hand in mine; your fingers symbolic bar cages / Released- your grip ripped my heart, though I know the beat still rages / Blood drips like sand in time; a hard hit parting from your soft lips’ engages / Forced by time to move to different stages, chapter closed I’ve turned the pages / Learned from chasing; dreams aren’t even what we seem to need- faith is / Our antagonistic words descended to violent exchanges / Asian eyes, aging lies, characterized by the time it ages / I still remember the demise of good-byes, past compromises and conversations / Who am I faking? You had my heart taken / The picture of out finality I painted wasn’t near the beauty of its actual formation / So amazing your ways and grace is that your hold on me was an uncontainable invasion / And I know you found another lover, you left me alone, broken home, and torn foundations / For a while my mode survival; happiness ended with your arrival, a tense unavoidable situation / But fuck an explanation, your reasons for leaving won’t restart my stopped breathing; a recreation / I found a new formed patience latent, brought out by erosion and isolation / Time passed me daring- to look past this shit and stop caring; I give into temptation / Discontent with contempt, times when I think that I should attempt to break the silence; it’s past contemplation / The desecration of my heart forces control- nights when my elated mind is apart from my soul’s indignation Slowly / The snow fall tranquility / A summer past; surrendered ability / The spring before we sprung instability / In the fall I fell into you with broken fragility / Years of friendship lost to silent hostility / Will it be? I already know there is no use of trying; futility But I’m a different person now, I can forgive and forget and take a new breath / I wonder if you were in the same position could you live through what feels like death? / It seems like humanity’s implicit definition it to take all doubt and fear and split it / Contradictory isn’t it when you’re out of disposition, its passed and you’re expected not to hit it / Your pain infliction played with me and my volatile emotions led me to addiction / But listen my affliction; I grew stronger and more ambitious with conviction / Did it make you happy to see how I felt, the delicate knit of trust and friendship; to see it melt? / And you don’t know the ways I dealt; days when I wanted kill myself and say “fuck this wealth” / I guess I want you to see me now in good health / I’m happier now than I’ve ever been; commanding my own actions with authority / I used to think what could have been but I got friendships now that take priority / We wanted different things and I wasn’t up to a real relationships required maturity / Stolen purity; time grows tired, but my past’s doubts fade from obscurity Just as a sunset is sure to be; its reflection on the water is a surety / I’m reassured by my newfound passion for life that the personal happiness I have now is my only real security —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Featured in : beauty of poetry / Featured in : Life line
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I have the BEST freinds on RB… this one is a collab with jacqleen... you all know and love her work I know! Thank you for letting me use your gorgeous models The epiphany of a soul The old story goes that when we die our soul goes / And ascends to the heavens above, but who really knows? / But I’m not concerned about where my soul will go / Because I’m still trying to find out if I even have one of those / What is my soul? My spirit, essence, energy, aura or glow? / Where is my soul when I’m alive?… I really don’t know Because supposedly it’s there before we die / Like a fire it’s said that our souls burn inside / It’s seen in our hearts and it’s seen in our eyes / But is it really there or am I just being blind? / Was it there when love turned from butterflies to “compromise”? / Was it there when I was young and life was always a surprise? / Was is there the first time I said I loved / And was it there the first time I told lies? / Was it there when I was a baby and my mother tended to my cries? / Because I’m dying now to find out where my soul truly resides Because how can I predict a destiny for something that desires salvation / When I can’t even understand its realness or formation? / Was my soul there when I was a fetus and went underwent neuralization? / Or was it there at day 21, when my heart started beating with regulation? / Is it there when my ecto-, endo-, and mesoderm start their primitive migration? / Or is it there before, when my synctiotrophoblast invaded during implantation? / Was my soul there when I was a ball of cells undergoing gastrulation? / Or was my soul there at the first division; the very start of differentiation / Because if you believe a soul is placed there upon conception’s congregation / Then that’s to say you believe a soul is the product on an acrosome’s penetration / The culmination of a spermatocyte causing the zona pellucida’s depolarization / So is there a soul in a sex cell that’s haploid before our chromosomes’combination? / Because even the novel sequences of the DNA that make us have known configurations / Ribose sugars, a nucleic acid chained helix and some phosphorylation / And those are each composed of known atoms in different orientations / Is our soul there? In the empty spaces between our atoms’ nucleus and orbital rotations? / If our soul energy then must it not have mass that takes up some space in physical manifestation? / Or is it aura, a light of a massless glow that emits from within us like radiation? Or is our soul really just the fact that we are aware and have come to a higher realization? / A figment of our imagination designed uniquely for the thought of self preservation But why then, when we are angry our minds sense so much frustration? / And when we are happy it’s our whole body that feels elation / In sadness our entire essence is stuck in an act of desperation / And in love it is our entire being that craves more of that sensation See, we don’t know what most of the universe is comprised of, but we still all see the beauty of its creation / That’s why even though we may never find the soul inside us; I still hope your soul is my soul’s destination
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a collab with the brilliant Jacqleen Lost in the median I feel lost in the middle / Hidden within the median / Overlooked by everyone / Drowning with what I’m bleeding in / I’ve never been a follower / But what’s the point of leading in / I am but words that are worthless / And time wasted of you reading it People have their own problems / No one truly cares of the ones that have me knotted / I feel like I’m drowning bloodless / Crossing a line they said was dotted / Profuse in agony, not just minor loss that’s spotted But what happens when writing which was once my air stops being cathartic? / And only furthers my misery because everything that drains from me is carotid They say find love son and your wounds will be clotted / I’ve thought of it often, but this isn’t the path I plotted / The leaves turn black from that path I’ve trodden / And the freedoms I’ve embraced were the same arms I got lost in And now my severed ties are reminders of how no one does what they say they will / I am the blood of thousand cut arteries that are all brachial / Lost in the middle because time has the power to break your will / And my words are just reminders to all that the pain went radial / Self inflicted thoughts of an undignified death and burial / Because the passion no longer pumped within me but just sat atrial The problem stems not from me be being vein, but thinking to temporal / Because everything I’ve given in the past is what I stand on – femoral / And yes, I am a bit territorial because I believe there is more to share than foral / And about how you love giving oral or throwing clichés together making them plural / I believe poetry is more than three fucking words on a line about blue green coral I can feel this being misread like sural, yet I stand upon everything I said / Invested deep within my legs like crural, the life left within me begs… Don’t yourself be lost in the median like all the other shit I’ve read / Moved me like a million pounds of lead / Proved to me you’ve suffered / Show me every fucking drop you’ve bled / Because death is superficial and I don’t let it get to my head / I just don’t want to be lost because I’ve spilt every drop I’ve tread / So my confession is this – This is all I have to shed / My last plea to you; don’t let me regret what I’ve pled Because I don’t regret that I’ve bled poems that are forever lost in the median and have left me anemic / I just want you to digest this and believe it not throw it up bulimic / Circulate within you and inspire you to bleed thoughts not sequester them spleenic / And if one person is inspired enough to change, I know I will have not died ischemic This was the first edit I did
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A collab with the awesome jacqleen Karma is a cold bitch I feel… sick like I’m dying / Babe what’s the prognosis? / “I love you and want to spend my life with you” / Bullshit / We came together needing each other – symbiosis / I fell over for her like I was under hypnosis / I needed her to live / But now, like a liver with cirrhosis / I find there’s no hope in hoping / There is no cure when your lover cheats / Fuck a diagnosis / Stab the notion / I am incurable like cystic fibrosis / I swallowed her pill of deceit / And now I’m burning and can’t breathe like tuberculosis / It hurts to even move like I have acidosis / I can’t get the fucking image out of my head like neurosis / Said she loved me and I must have been in a psychosis / Now all I want to do it smash the wall with a closed fist / Oh shit / That kind of bleeding doesn’t end with thrombosis / It suffocates and eventually leads to necrosis / And thoughts of killing myself like apoptosis / Down to my lowest gradient, I’m unable to concentrate like osmosis / Memories go receeding like blood ischemic / And each one consumes me like phagocytosis / There is no other way around it, no anastomoses I guess we will split into our own new lives now like meiosis / But what goes around comes around because karma’s a cold bitch
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A Collab with the lovely and talented shelly hiebert Leapt I see your face / Let’s face it… I can’t fake this smile on my face its here because you placed it / I’m locked on your eyes gazing because / God sculpted your lines, I just want to trace it / I’m amazed that you find how to get through to me like a maze in / Amazing; I’m a fire that’s been blazing / Burning everything in my path till you phased in / You’ve been looking for your own path when you spend your days in / Because the scorched earth behind your blood and math is as powerful in persuation / You and I could be proof; the solution to our equations Look at me and don’t laugh; is it worth it for either of us to ever go back? Listen; I didn’t know I would get this occasion / All I’m saying is that we are both sick of having our hearts played with / I promise I am as honest as my scars from abrasions / Each mark has left my heart in the dark like basements / And your eyes fill what I lack like days with out replacement / Be the water to my words? Show me love’s displacement / Because what are we, but two distant souls encased in / A world that doesn’t care if we fight to save it / Life is to precious to simply take it and waste it / I’m waiting here; but don’t mistake it as complacent / I just want to know if you want my hand adjacent / Our lives are colliding, but are both headed for abatement / Take a chance on romance and stop our hearts from breaking / I don’t want anything more then what I’ve said in these statements / All I want is your heart; your body and your eyes to face it You can’t break me, but you can make me; take a jump from safety / Like your faith leapt and if you jump I promise you’ll land safely / This is real I’m not faking… baby I’ve wept / This is me stripped; you are me nights unslept / Decisions – are what we are faced with / And everything I’ve said I’ve meant / And everything you’ve given me, I’ve kept / I’ve leapt / Your eyes shed / Light in my irises / Promises like sunrises / Kept through everything I’ve meant / Each one rises like the tides I’ve tread / Breathe out the lies and / Just take in what I’ve said… You might forget / That you never left / But you don’t want to regret / You never leapt
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Rollerball on copier paper. This drawing was inspired “duality”, a photograph by Rafael Quiros which has also been painted by Dorina Costras, one of my favourite artists on redbubble, who in turn inspired my pastel drawing Harmony not so long ago. We love the same symbolism and both immediately fell in love with Rafael’s photo, coincidentally at the same time :-)) Need to forget by Dorina
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Gel pen on 180g pitted drawing paper. Featured in All Things Black. / Featured in Anger Management. Inspired by Bubbles on the Wind by Alixzandra as well as Lunch, for some by Mark, both very powerful pieces which had a similar effect on me. Many thanks to both of you for letting me work with your ideas!
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A collab with the talented jacqleen / using this beautiful model PLEASE EVERYONE CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL POEM AND EXPLANATION WITH THIS IMAGE…. IT WOULD MEAN A LOT FOR YOU TO READ THIS ONE. THE CHERRY BLOSSOM PLEASE CLICK THAT LINK TO GO TO MY JOURNAL ENTRY / - thank you —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / Stock photo used by permission from http://vinhfx.deviantart.com/ / http://alegion-stock.deviantart.com/
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Pencil on paper, “Exquisite Corpse” collaboration / I did the top half covered all but an inch so Bernard could not see, mailed to him in France, he then completed the bottom half…this is the outcome! was so much fun and a wonderful challenge! Bernard is a wonderful artist! see his works here on RB bernard dumaine
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Rollerball on copier paper, with added texture layers. Featured in 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture. Although initially inspired by Old Father Time (thanks Mark), when finished, this image reminded me so much of classical depictions of Odin, the wanderer’s hat, the missing eye … Odin (pronounced /ˈoʊdɨn/ from Old Norse Óðinn)is the king of the Aesir and the ruler of Asgard, is considered the chief god in Norse paganism. Homologous with the Anglo-Saxon Wōden and the Old High German Wotan, it is descended from Proto-Germanic Wōđinaz or Wōđanaz. The name Odin is generally accepted as the modern translation; although, in some cases, older translations of his name may be used or preferred. His name is related to ōðr, meaning “fury, excitation”, besides “mind”, or “poetry”. His role, like many of the Norse gods, is complex. He is associated with wisdom, war, battle, and death, and also magic, poetry, prophecy, victory, and the hunt. Odin is an ambivalent deity. Old Norse (Viking Age) connotations of Odin lie with “poetry, inspiration” as well as with “fury, madness and the wanderer.” Odin sacrificed his eye (which eye he sacrificed is unclear) at Mímir’s spring in order to gain the Wisdom of Ages. Odin gives to worthy poets the mead of inspiration, made by the dwarfs, from the vessel Óð-rœrir. Odin is also associated with trickery, cunning, and deception. Most sagas have tales of Odin using his cunning to overcome adversaries and achieve his goals, such as swindling the blood of Kvasir from the dwarves. Excerpts from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.
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Fineliner on copier paper. Featured in Finks of Inks. Based on a couple of rather unsettling experiences I have been confronted with lately, and once again, one of my friend Mark’s architectural abtracts which I love so much. Thanks Mark :-)) I firmly believe that all of us have an inner Solomon who helps us make the right descision in times of doubt and turmoil.
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