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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!

• Engagement Photoshoot (Critique me please!)
  by snapdragon823

  I had a shoot this weekend for a young engaged couple named Carl and Bethany. I was so over taken at how easily this one went because yo…

  I had a shoot this weekend for a young engaged couple named Carl and Bethany. I was so over taken at how easily this one went because you could see/feel the emotion between the two was very much genuine. I usually have a 1/3 turn out of the pictures I take in any given shoot (meaning about a third of them turn out good). With this shoot, I had over half! I’m very pleased with it! As always I’d love to hear everyone’s input! So please take a look at them and let me know what you like, what you think I should first, etc. Thanks!!! Here’s a couple to view for now: / View more here

• 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…

• 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

• "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!

• Strange Place
  by **Julie Di Gregorio***

  The world can be a very strange place especially when you start to expose your art too the world / You learn a whole new set of rules and…

  The world can be a very strange place especially when you start to expose your art too the world / You learn a whole new set of rules and protocol / To tell you all in a nut shell please do not take your critique to seriously as there are some painfully cultural novices out there who are victims of there own boring existance just be your beautiful selves / julie

• 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…

• 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

• 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!

• 14157
  by RoughDiamond

  That my dear friends, is the number of views on my work since I joined just over a month ago. I wish to thank each and every one of …

  That my dear friends, is the number of views on my work since I joined just over a month ago. I wish to thank each and every one of you for your comments, your encouragement, your Bubblemails with critiques and helps and of course your purchases. Red Bubble is a wonderful place to hang out and be me. x x x x x This is 14157

• Cards Only and cp "Critique Please"
  by Adriana Glackin

  In light of much discussion about who belongs on RB, and what sorts of images should be uploaded, I have converted all my current images …

  In light of much discussion about who belongs on RB, and what sorts of images should be uploaded, I have converted all my current images to be available as Cards Only. It was so easy when uploading, to keep the boxes ticked and simply upload as everything, but really I’m not in the big league, nor do I have the appropriate equipment, training, style etc to make my images available as anything other than cards. I have seen some of my images made up as cards, and the quality of the cards themselves is very high, and my images don’t look too bad on them either. I have also added “cp” on many of my images – meaning “critique please”. Please feel free to comment on all images not just those with cp in the tag. I expect those viewing my images with the intent to purchase will include my family and friends, and they won’t be put off by any comments, negative or otherwise. Apologies to the RB’er who posted the original idea of cp, I can’t remember who it was, but I like the idea.

• Commitment to RB buddies
  by hinting

  I think I will start an interesting exercise. To further my understanding of photography, I am going to commit myself to selected artist…

  I think I will start an interesting exercise. To further my understanding of photography, I am going to commit myself to selected artists in my watchlist, and browse the full portfolio, understand other’s angles and leave some constructive comments. I guess this will help my judgement when the next photos is taken. I’m starting today! First on LK! :hinting

• Slideshows and Limelight
  by Jennifer Woodward

  The reason I’ve been so quiet lately, is because I’ve been bust behind the scenes creating slideshows, and building my limelight website….

  The reason I’ve been so quiet lately, is because I’ve been bust behind the scenes creating slideshows, and building my limelight website. Like anything new, it took me a while to get my head around it all, so my focus has been very much on figuring it all out. Although there’s lots more to add to it, I’m now ready for it to go live, but I think there’s a time delay before it becomes viewable. Originally, I was just going to create ordinary galleries for the artists featured on the site, but I’ve since discovered I have the software to create slideshows. I thought this a much more interesting way to showcase the work, so over the last few days, I’ve been busy on those. For a sample of the action, here’s my own. I chose works that were slightly dark or mystical for this show, but I will be creating another featuring some of my other work. I’d love to hear what you think, good and bad. There is unavoidable pixilation that occurs, even though I’ve used my high resolution files. Any other critique and feedback very much appreciated. Many thanks, and I hope you enjoy the show! jen :-)

• Critical Critique
  by Stephen Mitchell

  The best advantage of displaying our artistic abilities on Redbubble is getting critiqued by artists we revere, treat as mentors, or lear…

  The best advantage of displaying our artistic abilities on Redbubble is getting critiqued by artists we revere, treat as mentors, or learn from their artistic style. But I fear some people are confusing constructive critique and cyber-bullying ... they are far different things. If someone should happen to say “Your work is awful!”, you may find it’s merely the limited vocabulary of someone who really meant to say “You don’t understand that Redbubble is in the business of selling work, not displaying your dog’s water bowl, your work would be better suited for some where like, say, oh, I don’t know … maybe flickr.com. They like that sort of thing.” Those of you who respond to this with “Who gave anyone the right to be judge and jury of my art?” ... You gave them that ‘right’ when you uploaded it to the internet. If you consider the advice (ie, constructive critique of your art-work, either for its merit, composition, camera-style and/or saleability) to be arrogance, you are looking at it from all the wrong angles. Yes, there will be a few comments that may well be a tad aggressive, we’ve all experienced that. But at the end of the day, someone will have something to say about the images you upload to your gallery. Unless you turn off commenting, people are always going to have an opinion, even if misinformed, incomprehensible, and rude. It is most unfortunate when comments are misinterpreted as rude. Maybe they were. There are two options here, but only one is good: / 1. Bitch back, be rude back at them, get angry, tell everyone, make a biggggg deal of it. / 2. Read it a few times. Change the emphasis on each word. Determine if there was any other way it could have been said. Find something in it that helps you. If that doesn’t work, and I’d be surprised if it didn’t: Ignore and delete the comment. / ‘Nuff said.

• Portfolio Websites - Critique
  by Faizan Qureshi

  I’m currently offering to give a lot of constructive criticism for your websites if you are daring enough and if your ego is strong! -...

  I’m currently offering to give a lot of constructive criticism for your websites if you are daring enough and if your ego is strong! - Come in the forum Can you really handle the honest me?

• Does my stuff Grind Your GEARS?
  by Benjamin Liew

  I have noticed that all of the comments and critiques I have received on redbubble have been positive. While that is all good and I appre…

  I have noticed that all of the comments and critiques I have received on redbubble have been positive. While that is all good and I appreciate it, I am a fan for real harsh criticism. I have not sold a single piece so there must be something I’m doing wrong.. Is it the price, the content or is my profile picture too scary for most? I welcome you to view my portfolio and really tear it apart in terms of harsh critiques, suggestions, what you DONT like… and what you do like. I want to know why you don’t like it or why you do like it. Why does it float your boat, or why does it grind your gears. I wont cry … too much, I promise :) -Ben (bracing himself for an onslaught of abuse)

• if u wanna say sumfin is shit,show sum intelligence and critique it properly!!!
  by bodymechanic

  well its official one of my works, is a piece of shit, but alas i’ll never learn from it because / i don’t actually really know why, was i…

  well its official one of my works, is a piece of shit, but alas i’ll never learn from it because / i don’t actually really know why, was it because it was an opportunistic shot in little or no light, did my landscaping beaten hands shake too much, maybe….oh yeah the space which i squeezed into was to small for my large frame??? no f@#%$g / idea why it’s shit but as everyone…i would really like to know why so i can respect / someones opinion as a fellow artist at all levels. / so / i have challenged the opinionator to go through all my shit and tell me why its shit / and also wot he likes and why so we can all fcking learn from it, and we can make the results public…..and the bottom line is i wont give a shit because i’ve enjoyed / creating my crap for me….but i will respect the opinionator in the morning. / and if u dont want my respect as an artist ,well i’m really sorry for….......nah i wont give / a shit either about them…... so they have spoken, so have the balls and back ur / critiques up…..u do know wot a critique is don’t u?? / a late add to this journal, it has been worked out, all is good and hopefully everyone / can constructively criticize each others works, which is better for everyone..we hope!

• And it is done!
  by Sue Wickham

  Finally I have a bubble site that I think is looking and working well. Obviously a few finishing touches, but I’m happy enough with it t…

  Finally I have a bubble site that I think is looking and working well. Obviously a few finishing touches, but I’m happy enough with it to start taking helpful criticism!!??? I deliberately haven’t used any groups as I am not having a huge amount of art on the site and will rotate photos regularly. HERE IT IS Thanks for looking. Sue

• Thank you
  by Lois Romer

  To those who have commented on my images and those who have added them to their favourites I take this opportunity to say very warm thank…

  To those who have commented on my images and those who have added them to their favourites I take this opportunity to say very warm thank you. Comments good or critical will assist me in growing and learning with my photography.