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Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited Shot original in Santa Cruz/Capitola area from a place I was dining at. Original was dark and bleak, so I ‘tweaked’ it out some, and this was the results. One of my personal favs. ;-) I also have it as a Thank You card: PLEASE CLICK THUMBNAIL TO ADD ME TO YOUR WATCHLIST / Please check out my other / Impressions here.
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This is a collaborative transatlantic entry between myself and the incredibly talented and totally awesome billyboy in Belgium for RedBubbles Gaia – The Living Planet competition. Now, I’m not a religious person, but I wanted to illustrate by using billyboys Noah’s Ark image that if we dont start taking care of this planet we are living on I truly / believe we will be in for a disaster of biblical proportions. All that is beautiful and wondrous will simply disappear… like so many ephemeral bubbles. We are all interconnected, and we must find our harmony with Gaia, or risk losing it all. Many thanks to billyboy for sharing my vision, and giving so generously of his time, blood, tears and love to bring this vision into glorious life. Concept: Rhana / Background artwork: Billyboy / Art within the bubbles: Rhana / Bubble creation: Billyboy / Design: Rhana / Title Inspiration: Billyboy For those interested in buying the totally hawt tee of this image its now available over at billyboys place. Proceeds from sales of the tee go to the STV Foundation.
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Her heart is filled with Mother Natures song. / The wind through her branches, the sun on her leaves, she feels that she will surely burst with the sheer joy of simply being alive. And so… She dances…
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An image I made mostly out of brushes made by my wonderful friend, Annika I created this entire image. Annika has made many brushes for me, that I use in my CS2 program. / . I also have an online greeting card store. / Kimberly’s Card Store I aso have a wide variety of products at Zazzle Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / / Past and Present Group Features /
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Away beyond the blue / One star belongs to you / And every breathe I take / I’m closer to that place / Yeah, baby / I’m gonna meet you there / On the outskirts of the sky / Yeah, baby / And we will fly / Away beyond the blue / One star belongs to you / This life is but a dream / Go gently down the stream… lyrics by Beth Nielsen Chapman
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from i book im working on,i likes it!
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This is another collaboration with Mandy Moore – if you haven’t seen her work you’re really missing out on something. :o) / http://www.redbubble.com/people/mistywisp
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Saraswati Hindu Goddess Of The Arts. Her four arms represent the four aspects of human personality: Learning, Mind, Intelect & Alertness. She is Wisdom, Fortune, Intelligence, Nourishment, Brilliance, Contentment, Splendour & Devotion. Symbolism: / White Pearls = represents the power of meditation and spirituality / Pot of Water = represents the creative mind and purificatory powers / A Veena (type of guitar) = represents her perfection of all arts and sciences / The Book is the sacred Vedas. She is associated with the colour white, the white lotus, white signifies purity of true knowledge.
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Apophysis composite This is a journey to Egypt / Secret, prolonged, and varied as the paths / of planets out of orbit, brushed aside / by demon chance / This is internal labyrinth of Nuit / her bowels / thru which stars fall to birth. Diane de Prima
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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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...and the dark abyss moveth… / inchoate particles, collide…becometh, / into an array of myriads of iotas.. / speckles of alphas ,betas and omegas, / conglomerations, molecules, fragments, / conceiving sensuous yet magical moments… the glorious elements…. / spectacular movements, / against odds, decadents / first, expeditious, then dilatory currents… water, the thirst alleviator…, / earth, the foundation, the litigator, / and there’s the abominable fire, / seething with passion, longing and desire…, / the anemophilous , gusty wind, / puffing, blowing, dusts of lights to attend… elements of existence, / in accord with the Great Existence, / all in a trance and in a colossal chorus.. / forming, creating, both the miniscule and the macros…. (my first experiment by collaborating with another artist) the lay-out was made in photoshop then I exported it to corel X3 to digitally “paint” it in several layers ,added in amorpainter’s images, manipulated them in photopshop….back to X3 for the finishing touches… thank you so much Dick (amorspainter), / for lending me both “symetrie” and “devotie”...as the focal figure in this compo!!! see it in silver: / seeamorspainter thanks again Dick!!!
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The symbols in this image are the tree of life with the rabbit representing birth and the raven representing death. The trees roots are wrapped around the figure of a woman; the soul of nature in her endless labor, toiling and eroding in her cyclical eternity. Photo Montage.
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Photo taken with Canon EOS Rebel XTi using a Sigma 70-300 zoom lens setting were f/5.6 at 160 shutter speed then after some post editing to create an art creation depicting the feeling of an Indian Summer / / /
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If these branches could speak…...what tales would they tell? A beautiful old soul who stands at the edge of the Mother Earth Nature Walk at Tarkine Wilderness Lodge.
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Ge 1:14: ¶ And God said, Let there be lights in the firmament of the heaven to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days, and years: / Ge 1:15: And let them be for lights in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth: and it was so. / Ge 1:16: And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also. / Ge 1:17: And God set them in the firmament of the heaven to give light upon the earth, / Ge 1:18: And to rule over the day and over the night, and to divide the light from the darkness: and God saw that it was good. / Ge 1:19: And the evening and the morning were the fourth day. / _____ Job 26:7: He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing. / _____ Ps 33:6: By the word of the LORD were the heavens made; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth. / Ps 33:7: He gathereth the waters of the sea together as an heap: he layeth up the depth in storehouses. / Ps 33:8: Let all the earth fear the LORD: let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him. / Ps 33:9: For He spake, and it was done; He commanded, and it stood fast. / ____ I used a drawing of the Earth and overlays of images created with Apophysis Fractal Art program. Edited with Photoshop CS3 and Micrografx. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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The Tardis… The ultimate Freedom Machine. Forget travelling back in time, or to planets inhabited by strange, fascinating and terribly sexy creatures. If Dr Who were to offer me a ride this is where I would want to go. Well… here or back to his place ;) Oh, and as for the fact that the real Tardis is blue not red – well of COURSE mine would be red! My blue phase is soooo yesterday ;)
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved "Oh… God.. / How can I can I gather flowers with my hands.. / when rejection has turned them cold.. / and just one is waving to the light.. / as a metaphor of a passion lost / I did not pretend to fill the hole.,. / that a black star.. / had left in heaven.. / with not vision of entering into.. / the beaming source of Love. / But I did not want to cry for this.. / any more.. / and felt my emotions as a murmuring river. / without taking care of the depth.. / I float in an instant of blissful lucidity. / A huge bubble of warm air.. / the last one.. / suspending my heart afloating.. / while the dress dances with the lotusses / and then.. I know.. / I shall go… / Go to the eternal Life of Mother Earth.. / A course of water.. / the only place where Loves and Hates.. / dissolve.. contain…feed… / upon God" / (Rosa Cobos) © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reserved
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Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / /
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Digital art creation of a sunflower with some pizzaazz / /
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Many thanks to Geoff Coleman for graciously lending me his lightening bolt to create this image. He hasn’t seen it yet so I hope he likes it! The highway image was taken on our trek across the Nullabor Plain when we moved from WA to Tasmania, on the part where there is not one single bend in the road for 100km’s… or is it 100miles? Oops… I forget, nevermind, I am sure someone will let me know =) It’s a bloody long stretch of straight road anyways ;) Stormchaser I no longer hide under the bed =)
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Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited Digital manipulation
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