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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 The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions.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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This woman is a victim of a seemingly never ending war in southern congo. She has suffered sexual violence (rape) so severe it has rendered her incontinent. She now exists purely as a result of a courageous charity called Heal Africa, and indeed her own inner strength and faith. I asked her if I could take her portrait and she stood up (which must have been painful), straightened her back and stared straight down the lens. No stopping to straighten her scarf, no preening, no fear. Just an honesty so raw, so uninhibited and so rare, I caught my breath and thought I’d never breath again. I was totally overpowered by her intensity. After I took the shot and showed it to her she smiled and thanked me. It still gives me a shiver to look at it now. HEAL Africa calendar available now!!! CLICK HERE. /
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I took this within minutes of taking this one The circumstances are the same. My profile / / /
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ALL PROCEEDS TO CHARITY :) NB MY RECOMMENDATION (IF YOU BUY THIS AS A CARD) IS TO CHOOSE THE BLACK BACKING COLOUR WHEN YOU ORDER. MERRY CHRISTMAS BUBBLEWORLD!! HEAL Africa calendar available now!!! CLICK HERE. / – Dog photography – Africa photography / - Beach photography - Black & white photography
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Contributing Artist: DAWN
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Melbourne Graffiti Artists This laneway in melbourne is a gallery for artist to express themselves it is well know around the world for the beauty young emerging graffiti artists can contribute to it. / Melbourne Graffiti has become a tourist attraction and a popular backdrop for fashion and wedding photography. /
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Melbourne Graffiti Artists This laneway in melbourne is a gallery for artist to express themselves it is well know around the world for the beauty young emerging graffiti artists can contribute to it. / Melbourne Graffiti has become a tourist attraction and a popular backdrop for fashion and wedding photography. / sold framed print = redbubble
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This laneway in melbourne is a gallery for artist to express themselves it is well know around the world for the beauty young emerging graffiti artists can contribute to it. / Melbourne Graffiti has become a tourist attraction and a popular backdrop for fashion and wedding photography. /
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“Why not let people differ about their answers to the great mysteries of the Universe? Let each seek one’s own way to the highest, to one’s own sense of supreme loyalty in life, one’s ideal of life. Let each philosophy, each world-view bring forth its truth and beauty to a larger perspective, that people may grow in vision, stature and dedication.” ~ Algernon Black
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Charmingly twisted and diverse posts make up the fences at Sea Ranch on the northern Californian cliffs
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This laneway in melbourne is a gallery for artist to express themselves it is well know around the world for the beauty young emerging graffiti artists can contribute to it. / Melbourne Graffiti has become a tourist attraction and a popular backdrop for fashion and wedding photography.
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. . . okay, I admit this is a line from a John Denver song.
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Color Coordinated – IV /
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Wedding photography / Melbourne grafitti Melbourne Graffiti Artists This laneway in Melbourne is a gallery for artist to express themselves it is well know around the world for the beauty young emerging graffiti artists can contribute to it. / Melbourne Graffiti has become a tourist attraction and a popular backdrop for fashion and wedding photography. grafitti calenders / Graffiti around Melbourne /
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“Hope” is part of the Landscape Collection from my portfolio archives..Watercolour on Arches paper… Proceeds from the sales of this work will be donated to the Salvation Army Bush Fire Relief Appeal Hope abides; therefore I abide. / Countless frustrations have not cowed me. / I am still alive, vibrant with life. / The black cloud will disappear, / The morning sun will appear once again / In all its supernal glory. Sri Chinmoy /
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Original digital photograph. / Taken with a Sony Full HD 1080 Cyber Shot camera. Thank You for viewing my art. VIEW susan’sgallery / VIEW susan’szazzle /
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Canada has the worlds larges donut consumption, and most coffe shops per capita in the world ~ what a claim! We’ll give the golden arches a run for their money!
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Trees are essential to life on earth and a great way to help reverse global warming. We all need to contribute by planting and cultivating as many trees and plant life as possible. Do you have trees?
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Trees are essential to life on earth and a great way to help reverse global warming. We all need to contribute by planting and cultivating as many trees and plant life as possible. Do you have trees?
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When geometry was first formalised by Euclid in Elements, he defined lines to be “breadthless length” with a straight line being a line “which lies evenly with the points on itself
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6 week old kitty playing with toy. / Any money made from this photo will go to the local, NO KILL animal shelter.
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Kittens nails all out in full force. / All money from the sale of these photos go to CARA in Jackson,Ms.
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