Colourful emotion
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This is part of a series that I am working on. Called morning noon and evening. My thought is to have the same background image in 3 variations showing how one place can evolve and change moods. I have reasently created a second image / / Noon
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FULL VIEW IS A MUST FULL VIEW IS A MUST TO SEE THE DETAILING!!! PRINT ALSO AVAILABLE. A very emotional pieces for me and close to my heart. Shefalika is a more / more strong, energitic, vibrant yet beautiful emotion I have tried to portray. I think hope and feel, both the artworks connect!
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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Flamingo resting / sleeping at the Santa Barbara Zoo I will donate 50% of all proceeds from the sale of this image and the ones below to the American Bird Conservancy Consider these images as companions! / I will donate 50% of all proceeds from the sale of this image and the ones below to the American Bird Conservancy / Consider these images as companions! / And the T-Shirt below
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Collab with Ms.Chen Now this one seriously took me a very long time to make. Finally! and Salty was after my life to complete it. PRINT AVAILABLE!!!
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Model – MiserysMalice Don’t feed the models ;) Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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This work started out as therapy. I was applying the background in swirls and with my hands, throwing paint at the canvas and using many different paintbrush’s, it was an eratic outpouring of emotions. When I stood back and looked at it, I saw this serene geisha appearing out of the swirling chaos. It was so calming, I don’t know what she is dreaming about. Some of the composition was worked out with the help of photoshop. / /
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved The Journey of the Heroe… / Who for a moment was deprived of his flight.. / and his jerking and jumping pace. / To be slowly navigating on a profound thought. / discovering what is behind and beyond the emotions… / and keeping still in them.. / while they slide him… / along.. / Life swift.. round and green. / Simple vessel.. / just enough, / to keep him.. / afloat. / Rosa Cobos © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reserved
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Pastel On Board – Approximate size 65×45 cm. 12.12.2007 Dabbling with pastels again… wow, alot more challenging than paint! Oops, I just remembered, this is the finished version of ‘untitled’ which has been loitering my pages for the past two weeks. Below is the previous unfinished work which received overwhelming support – thought I would post it for those of you who wanted to compare or couldn’t remember… /
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Image copyright © 2007 Kitsmumma / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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FULL VIEW IS A MUST TO SEE THE DETAILING PRINT AVAILABLE!!! another version of “BLISSFUL.ABYSS.OF.THE.MUSE” I have made. http://www.redbubble.com/people/archann/art/447452-1-shefalika Both are very emotional pieces for me and close to my heart. / BLISSFUL.ABYSS.OF.THE.MUSE is a more subtle, intense, passionate, dark yet beautiful emotion which I tried to portray. Shefalika http://www.redbubble.com/people/archann/art/447452-1-shefalika is a more / more strong, energitic, vibrant yet beautiful emotion I have tried to portray. I think hope and feel, both the artworks connect!
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Prints are available for all my artworks!
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Ive never tried something like this before. Never an artwork emotionally so intense. Would love to thank sandra baraci for the wonderful collab. She has been painting the stunning image of `tracie76 portrait for a while now, which she abandoned in the middle. I really wanted to complete it in my form, and I did. / She says she found the motivation back again to finish the canvas, which is an honour . Thankyou both of you for the wonderful experience.
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Emotive piece of art drawn in Graphite Pencil…L K Southward- Iconic Art UK
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Acrylic on canvas / We shouldn’t under estimate the importance of hugs.
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Some experimentation with a photo of myself. I really like my lips in this shot.
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...These most recent pieces (my best work yet) reflect how I choose to view myself, life and everything it ‘that is’...!! I would describe life in the same way I do myself…. a mess… but a BEAUTIFUL one!!! ...These latest pieces would not have been brought to life without the inspiration of my BEST friend. She not only inspired this latest work but the title for this piece too! =)
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We all need nurturing and by respecting Nature we acknowledge our need for sustenance and emotional support. I have used different painting and then processed them in photo -shop. This is number 3 in the series. Music
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passion. / love. / posessive. / pain print available!!!
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