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Who's the Artist?
by RedBubbleStanding, looking at an artwork in a gallery recently I found myself asking, who is the artist? At one level the answer is obvious – the …
Standing, looking at an artwork in a gallery recently I found myself asking, who is the artist? At one level the answer is obvious – the person who created the object. But the tricky bit is they may or may not be the person/s who decided it was art. A recent exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia of Aboriginal art is a case in point. The early objects on exhibit became “art” when a curator determined they were. Before that they were objects the community created to give meaning to their lives. There were no artists just the people making the works. And, I will confess here, I find the idea of being an artist a little bit diminishing. It is possible to be a lawyer because other people aren’t one (I know at least that I am not a lawyer). But if I decide I am an artist does that mean I wasn’t one before or that you aren’t one? The truth is we are all artists or at least have the potential be. And so being an artist is really little different than being human. At least if we allow ourselves to be fully human. And whether the things we make are considered to be “art” or not, I guess we will have to leave that to the critics. Martin (aka Pilgrim)
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Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
by Maxwell Edward“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…
“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”
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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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Art Criticism: How to Criticize a Work of Art
by Trace LoweArt Criticism: How to Criticize a Work of Art / A four step process This is what I give my students as a guide to art appreciation: / ...
Art Criticism: How to Criticize a Work of Art / A four step process This is what I give my students as a guide to art appreciation: 1. Description- What do I see? Study the work in detail carefully. Describe the work in full detail. Be factual. Mention everything you see. 2. Analysis- How is the work organized? Look for and talk about the elements and principles of art and design that seems to dominate the work. Look at how the artist has used The Elements of Art / • Lines- real and implied, curved and straight, direction of movement / • Shapes, Space, Forms- Are the shapes geometric or free-form? Where is the horizon? Where is your point of view as the viewer? (Above, below, in the work, or outside) / • Colors- Warm, cool, bright, dull, soft, bold, etc. / • Value- light: reflecting much light; dark: absorbing much light. / • Texture-Both the medium and the objects portrayed: rough, smooth, shinny, dull Look at The Principles of Design / • Rhythm- Are there repeats of elements or images? / • Movement- Is there an illusion of action? How does the eye move around the work? / • Balance- Formal or Symmetrical, informal or asymmetrical / • Proportion- The size relationships between one part to the whole or one part to another part / • Variety- Visual difference and contrast within the work / • Emphasis- What part is dominant, and what part is subordinate? / • Unity- Does the work hold together? 3. Interpretation- What is happening? This is more than storytelling. As in literature, you need to interpret and generalize from data given. You need to find the metaphor or allegory in the work. What is the artist trying to communicate? Use your intelligence, imagination and courage to explain and tell the meaning of the work. This is based on the facts you have observed and your own life experiences. You can express your feelings, but they must be backed up by the observations you have made about the work. 4. Judgment- What do I think of the work? Does the work hold together visually? Does it communicate with the viewer? Judge whether the work succeeds or fails. You give your opinion backed by the three steps above. To make a judgment, you need to be honest with yourself. You need to know why you feel the way you do. Three Theories of Judging Art Imitationalism -Some people believe that art should imitate what we see in the real world. / Formalism – Some people believe that the most important part of a work is in the use of the principles of design and the elements of art. A work is successful if the texture, color, lines, etc are organized properly. / Emotionalism – Some people believe that the most important part of the work is the mood the artist communicates. Perhaps it is best to use all three theories when judging a work of art. Adapted from many sources, including Arttalk by Rosalind Ragans
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I took this photograph about a year and a half ago, and it is one that I have been thinking about uploading, but have never managed to bring myself to share it – but that time has now come. / / Meet Nyango / / She is not what she seems – sure, she is a Western Lowland Gorilla, but she is of sub species Cross River – a very rare and special primate indeed, and in fact, the only one in captivity in the world [Yes, thats right folks – in the whole world]. The reason she is in captivity, was to save her life from the bushmeat trade. She has a life long injury to her right eye as a result of her experience while just a baby, but lives a happy and full life now, with a group of Westerns in sanctuary in Cameroon. Look closely at her good eye – you will see that she is looking directly at me – she loved to do this, which is unusal for a gorilla / / These gorillas are found on the border regions of Cameroon and Nigeria and are the rarest and most endangered of all the great apes, and indeed all primates. There are only about 250 of them left in the wild [and just this one in captivity] and they are threatened by many factors, including Ebola virus, poaching and the bush meat crisis. / / I hope you like this one – its a bit special /
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Nearly the same as image The Criticiser, but this is a Norwegian version says something about criticism :) Thanks for passing by! / Images copyright ©Per Einar Gunnarsen 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited!
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"You're not doing ART right!"
by BlueKnotGot an interesting and somewhat saddening bubblemail today. An artist who was being criticized for digital manipulating a photo and dari…
Got an interesting and somewhat saddening bubblemail today. An artist who was being criticized for digital manipulating a photo and daring to call it “art.” They wrote to me because I also work in digital art, and asked my opinion. First let me describe the Artwork in question. It had started as a photo, then was converted to a line art drawing using software. (And by the way, if that sounds easy to you, you haven’t tried. Sure the software does most of the “work”... once you find good settings for your particular image! ...and that can be a major headache!) But more than this, the Artist had gone over each section, adjusting color and gradient. This was not a lazy piece of work. I started off addressing the work: “I actually like both versions; it’s clear that some people just don’t ‘get’ that the intention is a sort of digital impressionism, not photorealism.” “I note you said ‘Photographers’ were panning it. There are some – not all – in that category who are …. er, “purists” is a nice word. Let’s use that. The purist feels that the skill and effort of capturing the perfect picture is the ultimate achievement – they and their camera vs. the world. For them, digital manipulation is a distasteful “cheat.” Maybe to smooth over a flaw or two in the otherwise perfect picture, but it shouldn’t alter the overall look of the picture (so they say.) Fine for them, but some will insist on enforcing their opinions on everyone else.” “You have started with a great photo, and then you saw more in it: it became the canvas for another work. And you’ve done a fine job. Even if you’d just “run it through a filter”, that was your decision, you made the input of altering the picture that way. (And sometimes that yields spectacular results… look up a guy by the handle “lightsmith” here. I like his name, too: he doesn’t just capture the light with his camera, he works it over in photoshop as a smith does iron.)” The artist also asked me if I had ever “gotten flack from other artists because you don’t get your fingers dirty with paint?”... “Have I gotten flack for not getting my fingers dirty? For not even using a camera? Well, not so much personally but I’ve seen it over and over in other communities. I look at it this way: The photographer does not usually sculpt or give birth to his or her subject, they do not cause the sun to rise or the landscape to teem with flora. They take what they find and use it, manipulate it, frame it and capture that wonderful image that they saw and wanted to share. I have pictures in my head… to get them out I use models created by others and software I did not write, but I carefully place, pose and arrange. I adjust the light, changing it’s intensity, color or direction (an ability some photographers would kill for!) I compose and frame my images the same way as the photographer, I just have a somewhat fantastic camera and infinitely patient subjects. ;) “ But the big question in the email was Is it Art? “To borrow/paraphrase the definition of a friend of mine (“GoofyFoot” here) ‘Art is anything created by one person capable of eliciting an emotional response in another person.’ “ “And if I were to extend it into the definition of an artist, I’d say “A person capable of creating Art, as defined above, and who does not deny the validity of someone else’s ‘art’” ... because once you cross that line, you’ve become a snob, and the only reactions you can create are unpleasant ones.” And there you go. If it makes you feel, it’s Art. It doesn’t mean you have to like it. I’ve seen plenty of Art I didn’t like. It doesn’t mean that your way of doing Art is “wrong” and you need to do it that way. But what it does mean is that however it was created is a valid way of creating Art; and you have no right to deny the legitimacy of it because techniques were used that you don’t approve of. The traditional media artist critisize the photographers for “just snapping pics of what someone else created.” The photographers criticize the digital artists for working in a medium that has “undo.” The digital painters criicize the 3D artists for “playing with digital dollies and letting software make all the art.” The ‘pro’ photographer criticizes the photographers who “manipulate their work artificially.” The ‘pro’ 3D artists criticize the hobbyist for “not making their own models.” The oil painters criticize the watercolor artists for working in a “lightweight medium.” It’s all ridiculous. I have a friend who likes to turn the tables and ask the painters if they bind their own brushes and gather and mix their own pigments. After all, if you don’t you’re taking credit for work that is partially someone else’s. ;) Art comes in all flavors. And while it is part of redbubble’s massive organization problem, it is also one of the things that makes redbubble great. They (almost) got it all. I would never go to a photography-only site, but I’ve seen some awesome photos here that I’m glad I didn’t miss. Excuse me, I should have said “I’ve seen some awesome Art here that I’m glad I didn’t miss.”
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Constructive Criticism
by Rhana GriffinSome of us can handle it, some can’t. Me? I’m in the can category… in fact I welcome it. I feel that it is only from constructive …
Some of us can handle it, some can’t. Me? I’m in the can category… in fact I welcome it. I feel that it is only from constructive criticism that we learn. I realise that art is subjective but by the same token there are certain technical aspects that can make a good photo great, a great photo exceptional. I also realise that fellow bubblers may be hesitant to post their critique in the comments section knowing that “potential buyers” can also read these comments. So here is what I am proposing. The staff at RB have provided us with the useful bubblemail tool. While I will always endeavour to post images that are of the highest standard I can achieve at present, if you see something that you feel can be improved or have any hints and tips that you think I might benefit from throw me a bubblemail and let me know. Thanks all!!
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CRITICISM!!!
by Tony MooreI sometimes look at photo’s I’ve taken and noone leaves any comments, I can only make the conection that noone likes them, and that’s fin…
I sometimes look at photo’s I’ve taken and noone leaves any comments, I can only make the conection that noone likes them, and that’s fine, it’s not a problem, the reason I like them maybe more subtle, a texture or a shadow. / What I would love is if people would say why they don’t like a shot, I would learn more by that than any positive feed back, not that I’m saying I don’t like positive feed back, because I love it as much as anybody. / Sometimes I look through other people’s work and think it could be improved, but are scared of leaving criticism, because I don’t want to hurt anybodies feelings, and I’m not the chief judge of photography. / I would like anybody who wants to help my work to reply to this, or if anybody would like my humble help, to leave a reply to this, or even suggestions of how to say criticism without hurting. Thanks Tony
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Is everyone too soft?
by Lachlan KentI met a guy taking pictures with two very beautiful leicas in the botanical garden yesterday. I told him about RB, and he asked whether t…
I met a guy taking pictures with two very beautiful leicas in the botanical garden yesterday. I told him about RB, and he asked whether the feedback you got on here was soft (in words I can’t quite remember). It got me thinking a bit. How “nice” should we be? Is the purpose of this website purely to help us feel good about our photography? I know I love getting affirmation. But is this by itself a good thing, if we aren’t learning anything new we didn’t already know. Another thing… I tend to comment on the photos I like… I think most people do… what about the photos that we don’t like, but we can see what is trying to come out of the photos. I guess this is a bit self-reflexive. But… just some thoughts
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Mixed media to emphasize how we became what we are and where we are going in this technological world.
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WISDOM
by Sally OmarThere are people treated like a non-entity / Someone that is not heard or not seen / Always looking in the window of life / Trying to handle…
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Pedro – a critically endangered Blue Iguana at his most impressive colour after eating. / Endemic to Grand Cayman Island, British West Indies. / / R.I.P. Pedro / / NEWS FLASH – May 3, 2008 / Six Endangered Blue Iguanas Murdered / http://www.blueiguana.ky/news.htm / / I personally am devastated by this news. It was only October last year that I spent two weeks volunteering at the Blue Iguana Recovery Program and developed a close bond with Pedro and several other Blues. Pedro is confirmed dead since entrails were found outside his enclosure but his body is still missing. / B.I.R.P. is in constant need of donations, and now more than ever! Please donate anything you can spare to this important conservation program. Donate here / / 100% profits from the sale of prints go to the Blue Iguana Recovery Program on Grand Cayman Island B.I.R.P. / / ©2007-2008 Shannon Plummer. All Rights Reserved. / www.shannonplummerphotography.com
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Critically endangered Blue Iguana, endemic to Grand Cayman Island, British West Indies. / / NEWS FLASH – May 3, 2008 / Six Endangered Blue Iguanas Murdered / http://www.blueiguana.ky/news.htm / / I personally am devastated by this news. It was only October last year that I spent two weeks volunteering at the Blue Iguana Recovery Program and developed a close bond with Pedro and several other Blues. Pedro is confirmed dead since entrails were found outside his enclosure but his body is still missing. / B.I.R.P. is in constant need of donations, and now more than ever! Please donate anything you can spare to this important conservation program. Donate here / / 100% profits from the sale of prints go to the Blue Iguana Recovery Program on Grand Cayman Island B.I.R.P. ©2007-2008 Shannon Plummer. All Rights Reserved. / www.shannonplummerphotography.com /
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I can’t take any credit whatsoever for this pic as it belongs to a wee friend … I think he captured the wing walker just at the right moment. Clever cropping of image to reveal ‘no skin’ written on wings … I think it would take a lot of skin (courage) to do this line of work !!!!! :-)
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Tell us what you really think
by communityIf you’re after tough but fair feedback on your art, photos, writing or other creative output, then pay a visit to the For Critique...
If you’re after tough but fair feedback on your art, photos, writing or other creative output, then pay a visit to the For Critique forum. Most of RedBubble operates on the basic principle of “if you like something, say so. if you don’t, keep quiet”. But the For Critique forum is different. It’s a great spot to ask for criticism, feedback, and specific advice on how to improve your skills. Post a small image or link through to your writing, design or artwork …and write a few words about any specific things you’d like people to consider when critiquing your work. Or, if you know a thing or two about a particular area, then why not give others the benefit of your considered opinion? No doubt others have done the same for you in the past.
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He’s been standing there for a long time, he must like it?
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help wanted guys
by Mark Gardnerhi all, ok i been here for a while now and have been blown away by the friendliness of everyone and the standard of work here but…........
hi all, ok i been here for a while now and have been blown away by the friendliness of everyone and the standard of work here but…............ i really want to improve my work, ok i take a decent shot but i want more !!!!!!!!!! I am determined to improve so i am asking for constructive criticism of my work, tips, comments on how it could be done better, general ideas on how it could be improved. / To all the people who comment on my work, thanks and please dont stop, but i really would like to know how my work can be improved :-) I WILL SUCCEED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thanks in anticipation Mark
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Pedro – a critically endangered Blue Iguana, endemic to Grand Cayman Island, British West Indies. Eating a favourite treat of Noni fruit. R.I.P. Pedro / / NEWS FLASH – May 3, 2008 / Six Endangered Blue Iguanas Murdered / http://www.blueiguana.ky/news.htm / / I personally am devastated by this news. It was only October last year that I spent two weeks volunteering at the Blue Iguana Recovery Program and developed a close bond with Pedro and several other Blues. Pedro is confirmed dead since entrails were found outside his enclosure but his body is still missing. / B.I.R.P. is in constant need of donations, and now more than ever! Please donate anything you can spare to this important conservation program. Donate here / / 100% profits from the sale of prints go to the Blue Iguana Recovery Program on Grand Cayman Island B.I.R.P. ©2007-2008 Shannon Plummer. All Rights Reserved. / www.shannonplummerphotography.com /
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Does Diddums want Bitty?
by Simon GladwinHas anyone else come across this poor fellow….seems he cant express himself more creatively than using profanity…...I think his mummy…
Has anyone else come across this poor fellow….seems he cant express himself more creatively than using profanity…...I think his mummy didnt love him when he was small and his emotional development is stunted as a result….;.Here is what he thought about ‘Stamped on by Giants” ‘report comment | delete comment fckmecock, 20 minutes ago this fuckin sucks. i’ve shit stuff out my ass that’s more creative than this’ Has anyone else encountered his incisive critique? How Swiftian his wit is with its rapier like subtlety….
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lies, all lies
by Jo O'BrienAnother stupendous stuff up under my belt. Some more self flagellation for the heck of it. Sometimes I embarrass myself from being so weak.
A work of fiction
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a photoshop creation…just an experiment but i thought it looked quite good, any comments (good or bad) will be appreciated! / that goes for my other work aswell…. :) thanks!
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