Creativity painting
267 creative works found
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The sound of birds early in the morning. Best music of all… Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 37 X 42 inches / 94 X 1107 cm Original : / $3000 AU – excluding p&p from Melbourne, Australia / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ....................................................................................
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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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The Sea Venture was one of the first ships to arrive in Bermuda. It was thrown accidentally off course by a hurricane and landed on the reefs intact. Its original course was with a fleet from England headed towards / Jamestown, Virginia to aid in the colonization. From being shipwrecked, the crew and passengers of the Sea Venture settled in Bermuda and benefitted from its tropical paradise and set up a small colony. This painting is a Mixed Media piece, combining original digital photography taken in Bermuda by SBC, painting, and drawing. It is intended to capture the natural and surreal beauty of Bermuda. It won an Honorable Mention Award in the Rowayton Art Show in 2006 and First Place in the Darien Art Show in 2007.
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Mixed Medium on canvas… approx A3 in size. Hi everyone, I did this, this afternoon, it took me an hour, exploring with mixed medium. Inspired by Billylee and her print making… so incorporated some printing, water colour, collage and inks… Probably something I should varnish… but if it’s framed behind glass not sure if I’ll risk it. Have no idea what it should be titled so maybe you can help me … I have been part of RB since mid October and never had a work on the featured pages… could this be it? Looking forward to your comments and feedback, I know it’s not my usual style, but / hopefully someone out there likes it!
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Thoughts become Things is a mixed media production on thick watercolour paper. / The painting emphasises the idea that ‘thoughts become things’....here is a creative little girl geting stuck into making all sorts of things while relaxing in the bath (where she gets inspiration)....Just like me, when the inspiration comes it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, you just begin the creative process…..be it in the bathtub, shower, sitting on the loo…..that’s artists for you :D newspaper sealed with wax, fabric, thread, stitching, little typewritten texts pasted on, buttons, wool, string, golden thread, buttons, feathers, felt, you name it, it’s in this painting….
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Painting has won the DOMESTIC ART CLASS CHALLENGE
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This is a composite of my images of Ka’ikena O’Iao Valley, West Maui, Hawai’i. © 2007 Sharon A Coultrap ~ Mahalo! ~ EARTH VOICES by: Bliss Carman (1861-1929) / “I heard the spring wind whisper / Above the brushwood fire, / The world is made forever / Of transport and desire. / “I am the breath of being, / The primal urge of things; / I am the whirl of star dust, / I am the lift of wings. / I am the splendid impulse / That comes before the thought, / The joy and exaltation / Wherein the life is caught. / Across the sleeping furrows I call the buried seed, / And blade and bud and blossom / Awaken at my need. / Within the dying ashes I blow the sacred spark, / And make the hearts of lovers / To leap against the dark. / I heard the spring light whisper / Above the dancing stream, / The world is made forever / In likeness of a dream. / I am the law of planets, / I am the guide of man / The evening and the morning are fashioned to my plan. / I tint the dawn with crimson, / I tinge the sea with blue / My track is in the desert, / My trail is in the dew. / I paint the hills with colour, / And in my magic dome / I light the star of evening to steer the traveller home. / Within the house of being, / I feed the lamp of truth / With tales of ancient wisdom and prophecies of youth. / I heard the spring rain murmur / Above the roadside flower, / The world is made forever / In melody and power. / I keep the rhythmic measure that marks the steps of time, / And all my toil is fashioned / To symmetry and rhyme. / I plow the untilled upland, / I ripe the seeding grass, / And fill the leafy forest with music as I pass. / I hew the raw, rough granite / To loveliness of line, / And when my work is finished, / Behold, it is divine! / I am the master-builder In whom the ages trust. / I lift the lost perfection to blossom from the dust. / Then Earth to them made answer, / As with a slow refrain / Born of the blended voices / Of wind and sun and rain, / This is the law of being / That links the threefold chain: / The life we give to beauty / Returns to us again.”
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“Astro Boy” strives to render the iconic cartoon character to look as realistically three dimensional as possible in an attempt to give Astro Boy what he’s always wanted – to be as human as possible. The Pinocchio of the robot world… Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 24 X 16 inches / 61 X 41 cm Original : / $900 AU – excluding p&p from Melbourne, Australia / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ......................................................................................
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“Seabird In Flight” is about the form of a bird’s airborne movement in relationship with the harmonious contours of the overall landscape. The bird itself becomes a natural part of the world that it resides in. . . Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 36 X 61 inches / 92 X 155 cm Original : / $2500 AU – excluding p&p from Melbourne, Australia / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .......................................................................................
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for my bff over in thailand-she needs art.
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Oil Painting on Canvas with mixed media, such as bronze paint, leaves pressed and painted on, gold paint and outliners. Rich colours such as the ones i have used on this painting create deep deep emotions, wether there happy or sad, most often people refer colours such as bright orange, yellow, pink to be happy colours, and associate blues and greys to be sad colours, but in fact the richer and the more contrasy colours are, there the ones that create the deeper moods. I did a survey about this with 100 people, showing them normal happy colours and sad colours (as mentioned above) and then images with this colouring and 99% all agreed this sort of colourings to a image created much more intense emotions wether they were happy or sad.
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This is the actual shape of the canvas The shape of the canvas becomes an integral part of this painting to enhance the illusion of a three dimensional object. / “Metaphor For A Metaphor” is about our predilection for categorizing everything that we experience, whether it fits into our scheme of things or not. And then, ultimately, resorting to using metaphors when we can’t.. / Hence the box which is distorted out of context… The round peg into a square hole that we seem to love the most…. Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 51 X 35 inches / 88 X 130 cm Original : / $3500 AU – excluding p&p from Melbourne, Australia / contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ...........................................................................................
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“Wealth is the product of energy times intelligence: energy turned into artifacts that “advantage” human life.” R. Buckminster Fuller Original: 30”h x 42”w x 1.75”d, Ink on Acrylic. Contact the artist for any information, pricing or shipping details. For sale by artist, please contact directly to purchase original Digi-Origi™ works or Limited editions. Some groups that you may want to visit and join: / AW Welcome Center / EF Welcome Center / Globes, Spheres and Curves / DaDa Land / Boolean Art / Fantasy Art / Human and Nature / Light and Reflections / Disclaimer
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Sacred Heart mixed medium painting with Sanskrit prayer shard from a Tibetan prayer flag.
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I’ve been on a mission to conquer the abstract-a true measure of an artist, I think, as there is no ‘reality’ to compare it too, no likeness to draw close to. Just you. You decide to continue, or when to stop. When to use the ‘f’ word-as we used to tease our sculpture teacher>there is no such thing as ‘finished’. I think there is. the energy passes-it’s time-if you go over, it become overworked and pushed, forced. And therein lies the art.
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Another self portrait, not so plain this time, i wanted to try something different again, so i painted on some makeup, played around in photoshop with the shots and this is one of my favorites :o)
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A women’s T Shirt version of my Explosion of Madness.
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian See the other paintings in this series! /
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Copyright 2004 Mariam Muradian. All rights reserved. I painted this series, including this painting, after hang gliding at 10,000 feet! / That perspective and that experience changes you forever in a split second! Oil pastels , acrylics, and charcoal on canvas. CLICK ON SAME IMAGE IN MY JOURNAL UNDER “MY FLYING ART MOVIE” TO SEE THE SERIES SLIDE SHOW!
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas This painting is the inspiration for a poem by CC Arshagra. I am honored. “PAIN’S MIGHT … Oh The Tender Soul Of It All” The wound is, and life lands / To lose youth to pain’s age / Tomorrows came to cover you / And the hemorrhaging of it all To mind days of love’s endless battle with will / The treatments and drugs and the scalpels’ tear sealed / Whilst lo, your guard of love protected receiving / The subject of: You are an object to save The study and practice of treating the unknown / The science of mystery fed by narcotics / An oath of God-nature with a license to heal / Controlled by the most faithful desperate pleas pricing Oh how—God would teach you—the long ends of pain / How love’s guilt could rear up your sins living end / The will of your love for life grew ever-strong / Till here alone your plight withstood the fell time The wound is, and living life lands / To win wars of pain and rest not: more the same / To conquer controlling your dividing mind vice / To be love and be all wars’ opposites vying Then lo, time’s technology beat what is mortal / The heart was not going to kill you—The mother / What pain now knew so did your fight to recover / And Death’s loss was measured by what war was won? Then the day comes to know you cannot survive death / You cannot defeat life, love, or your soul’s self / There is no war questioning how your soul forms / Long—you are still here, (lost?) fighting with pain So you lay down your arms and say ‘Let the storms come,’ / And lo, what you always have known as defeat / Was a storm’s profound calm, and immeasurable peace / Your fight to fix life broken—fell to its knees To undergo living life here—sow to grow / You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone / And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe / But were rained on by stones you have thrown Now all that pain taught you was still close at hand / You have only to move your mind’s wrathful command / And crush all things mortal with suffering’s might / And price your pride is wrong and paid by you’re right How pain has (constantly) taught you so well / But who lives within one sane heavenly hell? / If nothing is just the beginning of life / And death is a gift earned by one’s honest path Yet in pain’s domain—all wars cannot be one / For pain less its life, fears your own wholeness shared / Pain can not grasp not protecting its face / Its purpose is to trust no one but itself A dichotomy of answers held hands stretched apart / And mind you they never must form one love’s cup / To pool the world quenching pain’s love beyond thirst / And keep not the share of all swallowing others Forever pain weighs it must not grow extinct / Its powers of fortune fear losing its’ plight / But love comes and offers it freedom from this: / Fore-save pains lost knowledge of healing itself And the wound is, and now life lands upon the future was / Living has reached your eyes’ soul / And blindness has forced you to see your soul’s ravel / Through the loom of Good’s Evil & Evil’s Good travels Soul steps are here, as it all turns too real. / Physical stones tied to spirit’s unknown / By webs of raw innocence; faultless at birth / Blamed now and weighed at survival’s sane cliff Being’s form growing has gifted you this / The days are now filling with priceless relief / And more now what lessens inverted dimensions / Still your wing’s flights are delayed by flight lessons Sum love impossible is being born / How you cry at the gorge of your brain’s fabric torn / For pain is a headstone awaiting its’ site / But peace of mind can’t find its plot on this earth It’s here; being born, like the nose on your face / Now the wind gives you all the breath you need / The healing choice of pain ends; old wounds will die / Lay down your harm-laden weapons of fault For all faults are done! / There is no reward! / You are here now! / Harm none; include self! Live you are / Hereby one self and no more / Respect death’s gift / Moment by soul-moments form Heal pain and others will be led by you / Heal pain and other will be healed by you / Let go of pain’s will / For this is Your choice © Copyright 1/9/2008 C.C. Arshagra / From “the Poetry of good-bye” Series and collention (Unpublished work)
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“We shall not have succeeded in demolishing everything unless we demolish the ruins as well. But the only way I can see of doing that is to use them to put up a lot of fine, well-designed buildings.” Alfred Jarry Original is 26”h x 40”w x 1.75” d. Ink on Plexiglas. Contact the artist for any information, pricing or shipping details. For sale by artist, please contact directly to purchase original Digi-Origi™ works or Limited editions. Some groups that you may want to visit and join: / AW Welcome Center / EF Welcome Center / Globes, Spheres and Curves / DaDa Land / Boolean Art / Fantasy Art / Human and Nature / Light and Reflections / Disclaimer
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas
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