Collage illustration
461 creative works found
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Mix medium photograph of a nest with 3 eggs and the Chinese characters LOVE, TRUST DREAM FORTUNE.
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A collage on canvas using vintage paper, acrylic paint and water color.
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Collage using vintage wall paper, vintage paper, vintage illustrations, oil pastel, acrylic paint and watercolor.
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This is Annabella – she loves her home, and feels a strong connection to the tiny town she grew up in. She would love to stay there forever – home is definitely where her heart is!
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/ / / BUTTERFLY TREE CARD / Have a look at the framed version for greeting cards in my gallery (next image): / /
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Each day seems to fade into another, one day echoes into the next, though each Sun that sets paints a different picture!
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Binoceros is made from public domain engravings. He is powered by clockwork and gravity, and can help you find water. Binoceros is happiest when facing Saturn.
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mixed media (acrylic, pastel, ink transfer) / From “Who’s That Girl, Twelve Incarnations of Ruby”. This is where Ruby begins her journey, a place she loves, but feels confined by.
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mixed media (acrylic, collage) From “Who’s That Girl, Twelve Incarnations of Ruby” series Good friends are those who accept us for who we are and challenge who we are.
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/ / Winter Woolies also available as a shoe design at zazzle / / / Winter Woolies / A mixed media production on brown paper / using white acrylic gesso, pastels, charcoal, / NOW available printed on a tshirts too!! /
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© Silas Toball For our inspiration blog for creative souls visit www.MessagefromtheMuse.com For our gallery of inspirational and mytho-poetic art visit Duirwaigh Studios Duirwaigh Studios: / There you can find prints, greeting cards, calendars, books and more that will make perfect gifts. Plus our inspirational film “A Knock at the Door” and more…
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© Silas Toball Cover Illustration for the 2009 calendar “A Knock at the Door” published by Amber Lotus A Knock at the Door is a film (and available as book with DVD) which caused a small internet sensation when it circled the web and inspired a million viewers even just before the age of youtube. The film can be viewed for free on our website but is also available as book with DVD. For inspiration visit the Message from the Muse Blog! For our gallery of inspirational and mytho-poetic art visit Duirwaigh Studios Duirwaigh Studios: / There you can find prints, greeting cards, calendars, books and more that will make perfect gifts. Plus our inspirational film “A Knock at the Door” and more…
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A brother & younger sister got chased by a tiger at night, and they climbed up a big tree. When the tiger found the way to get up there, the children prayed to god to rescue them from the danger. God responded to the prayer and let down a rope, and the children were pulled up to the sky. After seeing this, the tiger also prayed to god for a rope, and a rope came down. But, alas, it was a rotten one! The tiger, therefore, fell in the middle of the air and landed on a millet field. The brother went up into the sky and became the moon, and the sister, who was shy and was afraid to be alone at night, became the sun. (There are actually more to say about the story, but I only described the things which are related to the image!) You can shop other products shown below at my zazzle gallery / Korean Baby’s First Birthday Poster / Gyeonwu & Jiknyeo:The Story of Chilseok in Korea / The Sun & The Moon Folktale Mousepad / Traditional Korean Wedding Card / Korean Folktale Stamp / Traditional Korean Wedding mousepad / Traditional Korean Wedding magnet / King & Queen’s Wedding Poster / Traditional Korean Masks Button
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I had this box at a show some time ago. The show was so dead I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a tumbleweed amble by and I was getting ready to pack up and call it a day. As I was trying to figure out which tchotchkes to wrap up first, an elderly lady came over to my table and picked this very box up, ever so gently. She ran her trembling fingers over the smooth finish and chuckled softly to herself. “Ah, this reminds me…” she said and then her voice drifted off. I reached out and took one of her hands – it was soft and very dry and I could feel every bone. “Tell me”, I said. I led her around the table to an empty chair and poured her a bit of tea from a Thermos. / “Oh, it’s a silly story” she said with a wave of her hand, “but if you insist. I used to take a walk every day, but I’d never walk in my neighborhood, no! I’d always take a streetcar to the nicest neighborhood in the city and I’d walk around those beautiful tree-lined streets and smell all those beautiful rich-people flowers and I would imagine that each and every one of those enormous stunning mansions belonged to me. Do you know what you hear in neighborhoods like that, besides birds? Pianos being played. Every other house, it seemed. It was lovely. I believed it was only fair that I should have one some day, so I spent some time considering which one I wanted. I was a very silly young woman, you see. Well, there was this one. It was the house of my dreams, a gingerbread Victorian with spires and turrets and balconies and beautiful stained glass windows like sparkling jewels. It took my breath away every time I saw it. I was sure that there was no possible way that the family who lived there deserved a house that lovely. It was out of the way, but I’d walk to it every time and it was on a cul de sac, so I’d stand smack in the road and stare at it with my mouth open just like a frog! One day I had gotten a late start walking so that it was almost dusk and the moon was rising by the time I got to “my” house. There was an “Open House” sign in the yard! It was being sold, I couldn’t believe it! I knew perfectly well there was no realtor there – it was much too late in the evening, but I went and tried the front door just the same. It opened! I crept in, hoping against hope that it was terrible inside so I could fall out of love with it and be tormented no more, but of course it was absolutely perfect in every respect. I would not have changed one thing about it if it were mine. I wanted to see everything because I knew I’d never get to see the inside of it again, it was like memorizing the face of someone you love. So having poked thoroughly around the entire house, I made my way up the staircase to the uppermost turret and opened the door. And imagine my shock when I found a woman and her cat staring back at me, just like on this box! Well of course, I screamed. And she looked just like this, Sabina, gazing right into my eyes with the most casual expression as if she’d been expecting me all the time and her skirt hiked up over her hips, giving that full moon coming through the window something to look at. She had the most beautiful backside I’d ever seen before or since.” Here, the lady looked up at me with a distinctly mischievous sparkle in her eye. I suppressed the urge to burst out laughing in delight. “So she poured me a glass of cordial and we became fast friends. Her cat’s name was Marzipan. How I loved them both!” The lady got a faraway look and was quiet for awhile. Of course, I tried to give her the box but she said that no, it would make her too sad, but that she was happy to have seen it and to have remembered her sweetheart for a little while. She thanked me for the tea and was on her way. And that’s the reason why the show at which I sold nothing was the best one I’ve ever been at. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2008. Copyright to this material is in no way transferrable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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Done for this week’s Illustration Friday (contained). / This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 Australia License
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a kind of self portrait… inspired by true events (ie my love of japan!) this was my first sale above a ‘card’ format so was very exciting. sold as a laminated print on RB, from a mystery buyer…!
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Even as a small girl, Lucinda’s passion for millinery was immediately apparent. As a small tot, the lovely, quiet little girl put absolutely everything on her head and wore it about. Buckets, bowls, wastepaper baskets, lampshades – even pancakes were not safe from her deep need for headwear. Usually a rather solemn child, nothing brightened little Lucinda’s countenance like an unlikely object balanced precariously on her tiny head. As she grew, her efforts became more elaborate and she constructed origamically engineered masterpieces out of the New York Times and fanciful confections out of bits of lace, satin and felt. Her obsession with millinery was equaled only by her affection for all things aquatic, an affinity that became glaringly apparent when she perpetrated a swift kick in the shin against a distant but wealthy relative as he tucked in to an outsized lobster tail. Such all-consuming passions coupled with introversion can prove socially problematic even for strikingly attractive young ladies, but Lucinda seemed to bear it no mind. She simply tucked her sketchbook under her arm and decamped for the aquarium, where she whiled away endless hours designing headwear by the watery blue glow of the undersea exhibit. It was there that she happened to make the acquaintance of the dashing, handsome and equally odd Captain Lucien Octavio (see “Adventures of Capt. Octavio”). He wasn’t a captain yet, of course, but how could he help but be utterly smitten by a lovely young lady with a small coral reef artfully stitched to her cloche? He called for Lucinda as soon as he got his first ship, the Marinus Profundis, and they were wed on Octavio’s famous deep sea expedition to the Marianas Trench. The newlyweds each gained additional companionship on that trip, and Lucinda named hers Olive. Lucinda immediately set to work creating hats that would allow the Octavios’ cephalopodic companions to accompany them anywhere, and what magnificent chapeaux they were! Elaborate gauges and pumps ensured Olive’s moist comfort, and the octopus proved quite indispensable as a hat-making assistant. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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So there you are, deep under the waves, enjoying a couple of mimosas with your Sunday brunch, and along comes a naked lady driving a giant conch shell drawn by a seahorse. Well, it’s enough to put you off your cocktails for a time, isn’t it? Fear not (and drink up!), it’s just Marcella and her fabulous Conch Carriage out for a drive! And though she tends to dress down on Sundays, you’ll never catch Marcella without her nautilus hat. It’s been rumored that if you offer to buy her a drink, she’ll race a school of groupers for your amusement – quite inexpensive as entertainment goes. Perfect as a companion piece to Emma the Nautilus-naut. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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♥YAY♥ Winner of the Lolita Lollypop Challenge- FEATURED in Lolita at Play and The Feature Fraternity – - – + – - - Other work some might enjoy: ♥ / – - – + – - - created using a scanner, illustrator and photoshop. / inspired by tokyo street culture & fashion SEE THE TEE VERSION
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Vote for her in the lollypop challenge! ♥ created using a scanner, illustrator and photoshop. / inspired by tokyo street culture & fashion featured in the tee section of the featured gallery / in the group WOMANLY / and in beige is death see the original print version—-- which was created for a challenge over at the ♥ Lolita at Play ♥ group…
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Often, after browsing through my shop, people send me emails and ask, “However do you think of all those stories?” Well, I suppose it’s time for me to come clean: I don’t think of them at all. My Uncle Wentzel (yes, that’s his real name) has always been a collector. “He’s a pack rat is what he is” insists my Aunt Angie, with a belabored sigh. And given that he has saved the miniscule amount of mercury out of every lightbulb he has ever changed and kept it in an enormous jar that must weigh about 80 pounds, I can kind of see her point. But that seems a small price to pay for the cabinet of curiosities that is their attic. Oh, you could find absolutely anything up there, anything at all. I always find some pretext for rummaging around up there whenever I visit, and it was on one such visit that I found this very typewriter sitting in an open antique suitcase, surrounded by questionable specimen bottles and a dusty old microscope. It was the coolest thing I ever saw, I had to have it. “Oh for Pete’s sake, let her take it, Wentzel! She’s your goddaughter and you haven’t touched the damn thing in three decades”, scolded my Aunt. “But, but…that’s not any ordinary typewriter!” he sputtered. “That’s a Fox typewriter from Grand Rapids, Michigan!” After 45 years of marriage, my Uncle could spot battles he was losing from a mile away. “Everybody talks about Underwoods – bah!” he said, taking me aside. “This one is the best. But be careful with it, it’s moody”, he added, mysteriously. / I lugged it home and found the perfect spot for it in my study. I had no real plans to use it, but I fed a sheet of paper into it for authenticity’s sake and admired its considerable retro charm. Then I went to bed. The next morning, I wandered in my study with my tea and found an entire story about one of my recent art pieces neatly typed out on the paper. Even under fierce interrogation, no one in the household would admit to writing it. I was awakened late that evening to the faint sound of typing coming from my study and tiptoed in to find the very lovely lady you see here hopping from key to key, giving a little shimmy and shake at the end of every sentence. She froze on one toe when she saw me and dove into an antique umbrella stand. She must have returned later to sign her work, though: Calliope Cookie. So Calliope is my muse, she writes all my stories, just as Winona Cookie inspires my art. Every once in a while she goes on strike and types “All work and no play makes Calliope a soggy cookie” over and over again on the blank sheet of paper I hopefully feed into the Fox now every time I finish a piece. When that happens, I know to leave her a shaker of dry martinis and a plate of olives and tapas, which generally results in a particularly colorful tale. So that’s the truth about my stories, and the best typewriter ever. Sometimes older technology has its advantages. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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collage,china ink,acrylic / old cardboard / 103
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