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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!”

• André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
  by Maxwell Edward

  Black 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!

• Critique of Jonathan Medina's "Party of one"
  by Lys .

  Party of one by Jonathan Medina...

  Party of one by Jonathan Medina / / / / / I was lucky enough to be able to see this photo before Jonathan posted it, and I fell in love with it the first time. Love at first sight, I guess you could say :) / / This image is so empty, yet so full. A great example of minimalism, the darkness enveloping everything almost seems to be hiding secrets for the little thumb-nail sliver of pale moon. There is a slight hint of an object, perhaps a pole, leading from the moon down to the letter “c” in the melting sign that may catch your eye, if you’re looking for something, which you should be. The thick black of the night is something that arouses my curiosity, shakes my imagination awake, invites me to explore its cool air. / / Before I can turn away, the gritty green and mellow yellow of the half-eaten “Welcome” sign grab my attention and yank me to the bottom of the photograph. I notice it’s uneven, lopsided in its night time post, and follow it into the dark. “Come” is all it asks of me, as though I might be interested in something hidden and secret, perhaps something dirty and reputation-ruining. But whose reputation? The light’s? The night’s? Are there stars out there somewhere? Is there an animal? What will I find? It’s not welcoming at first glance, just appealing and almost commanding. The few colours represented in this image are also symbolic to me. The green only reiterates that I am “welcome” to revel in the peace of the night, but the yellow seems to push me away, as though it wants to hog the green and light all to itself. The slight glare of the stingy yellow warns me to keep my guard up. I can’t trust that everything will be alright when I follow the instructions it has so diligently tried to keep from the prying fingers of the night, but I’m always up for an adventure, so I plan on diving in anyway. The underline only adds to the seriousness, while the crookedness softens the harsh orders written in a manipulation of electricity. Off to the right is the land of taboo. Unknown and unrevealed, I choose to hug the little warmth emanating from the left and center. Like a moth to the flame, I hang myself in the space between the moon and the unfinished lettering. The moon, she is so lonely up there by herself. I feel a certain obligation to visit her and hear what she has to say. I can do nothing but trust her in her infinite wisdom and control of the after-hours, as she is always there, always watching, always inviting me to search for the light. Even though this piece has obviously been stripped to its most fundamental features, there is still so much conflict. One last point I will make, so as not to write a novel on this excellent image, is that it almost seems like the moon is competing for attention against the harsh electric blast. Natural light versus man-made light. Nature versus man. At the same time, she knows she will never fade away, she is completely confident in her abilities to rule the night, no matter how many light bulbs we waste advertising a “welcome.” Then again, I may just be looking for something in all of the nothing…

• Story - Delusional
  by Damian

  He knew he was in trouble the day he started seeing fairies in the garden.

  This story is published at AustralianReader (which was the Editor’s pick for March 2008).

• CRITICISM!!!
  by Tony Moore

  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 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

• figuring things out.....
  by Corey Byas

  This is different. I just have to figure out were everything is. Oh well. I’m always open to critique’s, more open than one would thin…

  This is different. I just have to figure out were everything is. Oh well. I’m always open to critique’s, more open than one would thing. Back to figuring thing out.

• "The Twelve Elements of a Master Print"
  by Charles Dobbs

  A fantastic photographer here in Texas by the name of Fran Reisner, Fran Reisner Photography told me about …

  A fantastic photographer here in Texas by the name of Fran Reisner, Fran Reisner Photography told me about The Twelve Elements of a Master Print.. She mentioned these elements to me after asking for a critique of my work. She told me that these elements are highly regarded guidelines used in print competitions, but they would be beneficial for me to use in critiquing my own work. Maybe you can use them too! Here are The Twelve Elements of a Master Print: Impact Creativity Style Composition Presentation Color balance/Tonal quality Center of Interest Lighting Subject matter Print quality Technique Storytelling Hope this helps!

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  1st Layer-Merging Experiment - critique please
  by PhotogeniquE IPA

  got my foot on the next rung of the learning curve and tried a layer merge of two images; a face and a pool of water. / . / © photogenique (dave peddie), using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.

• Story - A Vision from the Ocean
  by Damian

  Her voice called to me in the night, musical and haunting; calling from beyond the crash of the surf.

  A story I wrote initially as an experiement in emotion! It inspired the lovely Rose Moxon to create an image, so was my first RedBubble collaboration! This story was a finalist in the first Challenge Cafe comp!

• You Hold My Heart (story for Cathie Tranent's photo)
  by Damian

  He was meant to be home. She sat and waited; watching the shadows creep towards her.

  This story was written as a collaboration with Cathie Tranent.

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  Painted Guitar
  by Lorraine Creagh

  US$3.42–US$91.20

  Here are the details of an experiement with Painting with Light a couple of months ago. The edge of the guitar was traced with a small torch in a totally dark room. The photo is untouched except for a crop. EXIF details below: File name / IMG_2402.CR2 / Camera Model Name / Canon EOS 40D / Shooting Date/Time / 24/02/2008 20:17:07 / Tv(Shutter Speed) / 15Sec. / Av(Aperture Value) / F5.6 / Metering Modes / Evaluative metering / Exposure Compensation / 0 / ISO Speed / 100 / Lens / EF-S17-85mm f/4-5.6 IS USM / Focal Length / 17.0 mm / Image size / 3888×2592 / Image Quality / RAW / Flash / Off / White Balance / Auto / AF mode / One-Shot AF / Picture Style / Portlait / Parameters / Tone Curve : Standard / Sharpness level : - / Pattern Sharpness : - / Contrast : 0 / Sharpness : 2 / Color saturation : 0 / Color tone : 0 / Highlight tone priority : No

• Tell us what you really think
  by community

  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...

  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.

• help please...
  by Nicole Goggins

  I have to design a business card for myself and haven’t got a clue… Obviously I should use one of my own images (as I’m supposed to be…

  I have to design a business card for myself and haven’t got a clue… Obviously I should use one of my own images (as I’m supposed to be advertising my own photography) but I really don’t know what to use??? Please, please could someone – anyone point me in the right direction… Do I have anything in my portfolio worth using or should I try and take some more photos and if so of what??? I’m guessing the image should be quiet simple, yet eye catching so the text stands out… If anyone has the time to have a look through my photos and let me know which ones they think might be suitable I would really, really appreciate it… / I’m not really sure what type of photography work, but I tend to like ‘people’ shots, so I guess it would be more towards portrait work…

• Critique of billisdead's "Saint-Malo"
  by Lys .

  Thank you to billisdead for allowing me to do my first critique on his wonderful photograp…

  Thank you to billisdead for allowing me to do my first critique on his wonderful photograph, Saint-Malo / / / This has always been a personal favourite of mine, being that I’m a sucker for shots produced with toy cameras :) / / The thing that strikes me most about this image is how dirty it is. It’s almost like I’m looking through a forgotten window to view the real world. In my opinion, this is the finishing touch on any photograph taken with a toy camera, what tweaks it to that certain degree of uniqueness. Another key to a great photograph is the feelings and emotions that can be pulled out of the audience. / / One glance isn’t enough to see everything that composes this shot, it’s one that you have to enlarge and really look at. There are so many neat little things hidden in the grimy shadows of the concrete and the exposed light of the sun. I really like how the only light is natural and contained mostly on the right hand side, drawing the eye in and down to the reflection on the plastic-looking water with its ever so slight rays off in the distance. The eye’s natural tendency to start at the left and read to the right is thrown off here with the horizon line. Having the sun as the starting point, the “beginning” of the horizon is noticed first on the right, being composed of what appears to be a strip of far-off buildings and trees. It gradually rises as the foreground overtakes the background and the buildings curve around to continue behind the photographer. Using this composition, I can’t help but be curious about what may be lurking in the shadows where the concrete meets the sand. / / This picture really evokes my love and appreciation of the unnoticed things taken for granted. Seeing the initial darkness and feeling the rough concrete of the confining society washes me in a wave of lonliness and hopelessness, so I search for a way to escape, digging through the shadows, smelling the smokey air, tasting the salt, being scratched by the sand until I reach the light. It’s like an escape to a dream world, only you know it’s more than real when you swear you can hear the waves through the sun-streaked vignetting. /

• My confession :-(
  by Eyal Nahmias

  O.K. I have a confession to make. In the last four days I’ve been trying to keep up with all the wonderful new artworks that all my artis…

  O.K. I have a confession to make. In the last four days I’ve been trying to keep up with all the wonderful new artworks that all my artists in my watch list have posted., and I know I failed miserably in viewing all of them and commenting on them. Here and there I do as much as I can, but I also fail at times to reply to all the artists that have taken their time and gave feedback on my images. I try to catch up but it seems that the flood of artistic expression in redBubble is too strong. So if you gave me a feedback, or you’re on my list and there is no response yet from me.. please forgive me… I just try my best between work and family to give as much time as I can, and sometimes I just can’t keep up with it. There… I took it off my chest.. my guilt ridden conscious was pulling me down like a ton of bricks….. I promise to rectify this unconscionable situation as soon as I can…

• Perfect Chocolate
  by Steven Sandner

  Posting photos on the bubble is like throwing cupcakes at a wall, you just dont know which one will stick.. . / / Is anyone interested …

  Posting photos on the bubble is like throwing cupcakes at a wall, you just dont know which one will stick.. . / / Is anyone interested in a group that discusses work before it is posted? so that small errors or corrections can be made before posting??? -Anyone is welcome, only two conditions should apply: 1) You must be able to criticize*. / 2) You must be able to take criticism. (UPDATE) *Must be constructive criticism!!!!!

• A Mind With Wings (Story)
  by Damian

  Andy had been really helpful since he died. At least, Jenny thought he had died; her memory was pretty bad lately.

  Just had this away for a bit to see if I could get it into an eZine, but no joy, so I’ve put it back.

• The Functional Forest (Story)
  by Damian

  ‘I knew it, I just fricken’ knew it,’ Ron muttered, and flicked on an additional bank of lights. The scene revealed itself, and his mouth…

  The title ‘The Functional Forest’ is a play on the term ‘functional foods’, foods that have been modified to contain something additional and beneficial, like more vitamins. A science fiction story exploring the modification of plants for human purposes, inspired by the idea of plant intelligence (a real concept in biology at the moment).

• Commenting on photos
  by Neil Boucher

  I know some people criticise Redbubble saying it is too much of a “love in” when it comes to comments on other people’s works. Person…

  I know some people criticise Redbubble saying it is too much of a “love in” when it comes to comments on other people’s works. Personally I like to receive harsh criticism on my work so I can grow, but only on forums where I chose to seek that criticism, and Redbubble is not such a forum. Redbubble is not a photography forum, it is a gathering of artists, many of whom are here to attempt to sell their works. Therefore my stance is that it is not an appropriate place to criticise others’ works or for others to criticise mine. For that reason, if I say something about your work – I genuinely like it. If I am critical of your work I will say nothing. This is my philosophy for commenting on others’ works on Redbubble – if I like it I will comment, if I don’t I won’t comment. Now we know where we stand. :-)

• Play Nice - Advice :c)
  by Zeanana

  Hey there, fellow RedBubblians… Once again I am browsing through hundreds of folios, numerous pictures, wonderful writings and gre…

  Hey there, fellow RedBubblians… Once again I am browsing through hundreds of folios, numerous pictures, wonderful writings and great art… And over and over again I am thinking “How did they do that?” ... “What did they do to their cameras/pencils/papers/pens/canvas/lights/computers/add-form-of-art-here to get this effect?” ... “What the heck can I do to my own art to get better?” I love all your kind words on my photos, and pictures. In my very own portfolio, those are my best ones. Compared to your works I have seen, they are crap… I want to get better. I want to learn about lighting, ISO, Shutterspeeds, DOFs, etc. I want to know, what I can do with my pictures, in my situations when I shot them, to improve the effects, to get the pictures clearer, to just make them more beautiful and more on par with what I WANT them to be. / I can’t manage on my own. In thus, this is a plea to all RedBubblians out there, who can give advice and critique. When my pictures are really bad, tell me – but also tell me what I can do to make them better, so I can improve my works in themselves. / I do know, that some pictures, the quality itself is bad – the negative scans only are 72dpi on those that I shot with film. I couldn’t get bigger ones (the lab said, I don’t need bigger ones – I said I do, they said they won’t do it, since I am not a professional grinds teeth). I have a handful on there now, that I shot with a digicam as well. A friend of mine bought a new camera and gave me his Canon D10 to play around with. Good thing is, that all my Canon lenses fit on that one as well. / I won’t give up on film! I do like the excitement to wait for the results too much. But I also realize, in order to improve my film works, I need to improve my understanding. And with the trial and error, it is just cheaper using Digital (I spent a FORTUNE just for developing lately and the successrate to get nice pictures was horrible). But that’s just rambling. To get back to the point: Feel free to tear my pictures apart, tell me, what to do, what to change, how to snap, to snap better. Play Nice – Advice :c) Thanks all for reading and thanks even more for maybe even reacting. Best wishes from Vienna, Giovanna

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  Observe
  by justimagine

  US$3.42–US$91.20

  A store mannequin that appeared to have an attitude, rather than be viewed seemed to be stationed to watch and observe.

• TheLigthSeeker's MESSAGE BOARD
  by thelightseeker

  Hello people, / this post is meant to be a sort of board and guest book at the same time! Anyone who would like to write me a mess…

  Hello people, / this post is meant to be a sort of board and guest book at the same time! Anyone who would like to write me a message or a comment that doesn’t deal with a particular work, now can find here the most suitable place ;) / Any critique is also very appreciated, both good and negative! I care about quality and if you think that some work of mine isn’t worthy to be diplayed, I will listen to your opinion very carefully. Just write me a BubbleMail! / If you’re not a RedBubble member yet, just click on sign up and it will take just a minute to open your account (it’s so easy and fast, really!); then you will be able to post any comment you wish. / You don’t need to be an artist or creative to love this place; if you appreciate photography, painting, writing and art in general, you would love so many works in this Art Gallery. / If you’re my friend, you have a good reason to sign up as well! :D / You All are very welcome!

• TIRED OF THE UNCERTAINTY
  by Steven Love

  After the last bad bubble mail I got in response to one of my comments in someones Journal I have decided from this point on I will no lo…

  After the last bad bubble mail I got in response to one of my comments in someones Journal I have decided from this point on I will no longer comment on any artwork, photos or Journals. / . / I have tried to be objective in my critiques, and I have tried to give advice when someone posts an entry in their Journal that seems like a question seeking an answer. / . / But after the last angry response to one of my comments I am simply tired of the uncertainty of whether my comments will be received with appreciation or disdain. / . / From this point on I will continue to watch but I will not be commenting. / For those of you who do know me and appreciate my constructive critiques I’ll still be available to give your work a review but from now on anyone that wants a comment, critique or my simple opinion on a specific subject you’ll have to send me a request. / . / If you have your bubble mail turned off you can still send me your request by placing it as a comment on one of my works. / . / This might sound strange or even kind of drastic but this was the same crap I put up with at AW and I don’t care to repeat the same mistakes I did there. / This time if someone actually requests my advice or seeks my critique of their work then I’ll know ahead of time that my opinion won’t be bashed or erased in return.

• Redbubble vs That Other Gallery
  by Stephen Mitchell

  At flickr We are allowed to display anything, from the absolute mundane and seemingly boring shots of things nobody should, could or wo…

  At flickr We are allowed to display anything, from the absolute mundane and seemingly boring shots of things nobody should, could or would normally see. The general householder can display every single glass, cup, crock-pot, souvenir and goblet in their kitchen collection. Seems boring to you? That’s OK, because somebody else does like it. Within both flickr and redbubble We are permitted to upload our finest art, our macro photography of bugs and bees through to the lush landscapes where the sun enhances every shape, colour, hue and gradient. Dammit, there really is some amazing landscape work that I continue to view and enjoy … and learn how to recreate! At flickr It’s an honour to the FIRST to critique on EVERYthing; To wow-ify everything that makes our work pale by comparison; To leave garish and gargantuan glowing awards on them; To invite everyone to join a seemingly-unique group that has less members than the Jamaican bobsledding team. At both flickr and Redbubble We are encouraged to leave comments on all manner of photography. If it is better than yours, go right ahead and say that. If you just want to say you can do much better, don’t be so condescending. Provide proof. Commenting is NOT about making the other person feel bad, it’s about saying, “Hey, have you tried this method…?“ It’s definitely not about saying “Yo, don’t you know your ISO from your f-stop?”. Hardly constructive is it? Unless you follow up with a lesson … but even that would be patronising. Ask and Listen more, Speak less. It helps. Not that I am knocking comments, they certainly have their place. / Without comments, we are unaware of how people truly feel about our work. / Comments are like a thumbs-up-thumbs-down voting system. For some people, their traffic says enough, but for the bulk of users, it’s all about getting massive amounts of people to attempt to say something unique. (I said ‘attempt’!) Note: I’ve previously said that I don’t need comments on my work. I retract that statement and thank each and every one of you for your comments!