Crossing dark
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Melbourne City after twilight from Princes Bridge. / Viewed from Southbank on the Yarra River 1.5hrs after sunset. Melbourne is a very pretty city at night with lots of memorable locations. / 30D, 24-70L,mirror lock-up+timer,24mm, 1/15th, f/11,iso100. I’d left my tripod at home so ended up balancing the camera and propping the lens with a Malteeses choclate box. made from two photo’s, one shot above and then another below to capture the view and also to boost detail for print.
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Silence Lane / I love cemeteries. / For some people, cemeteries are places of dread. For me, they are places of wonderful quiet and peace. A place of resting, whatever your religion, if any. Memories wrapped in stone and tree shadows. A place to reflect, and wonder about life. Perhaps our lives are just perfect – loved ones all around, financial independence; maybe fame and fortune. / In the end, we all wind up here. / / One life, one chance to feel good about it. / My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. / / / / Writings (or ramblings) / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / The 10th / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / Beauty / The Black, White & Grey / / / / Hope / / / One / / / Reap what you Sow / / / Trust / / / Directions / / / Unconditional Love / / / The Long Road / / / Silence Lane
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More dark artwork inspired by the masters of the tattoo industry. / Had fun doing this! Copyright mark cox 2009.
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(Detail) / Ink drawing on Fabriano Rosapina paper (285gsm), original size 28×28cm. All areas of black have been cross-hatched. This image is a preview of the work for a new solo exhibition I am planning called Familiars.
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This image has been up before but due to request i have now increased its size. Hecate is most commonly known as the goddess of witchcraft, but she also has many other symbols and meaning and her history dates back to Turkey before being addopted by the Greeks. Hecate is always seen carrying a lamp or touch as she is linked to seeing the dead into Haydes, and its this link with the lost that links her with cross-roads. She is also linked with all things that come out at night but only the wolf is portrayed with her at all times, but owls, wild boar, bats, snakes, pumpkins and black dogs can also be linked to her.
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but they need constant attention, so one day I decided I had better things to do… / ~Storypeople
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photomanipulation (software: Photoshop 7).
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For lovers of Monty Python this will make sense. For everyone else, go watch Life of Brian! (c) Sarah Moore 2008 Stock Art used Devil / Building / Ravens / Background trees – own
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Repost / / would like to thank Tony Ryan and Model Tessa. for letting use thier image Open. / open / Open ( http://www.redbubble.com/people/passion/art/467708-2-open ) tony ryan Thanks so much guys I really like how this art work came together for me. Lamb I can fly / But I want his wings / I can shine even in the darkness / But I crave the light that he brings / Revel in the songs that he sings / My angel Gabriel I can love / But I need his heart / I am strong even on my own / But from him I never want to part / He’s been there since the very start / My angel Gabriel / My angel Gabriel Bless the day he came to be / Angel’s wings carried him to me / Heavenly / I can fly / But I want his wings / I can shine even in the darkness / But I crave the light that he brings / Revel in the songs that he sings / My angel Gabriel / My angel Gabriel / My angel Gabriel
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Aura
by Osman AndreiNot only saints have auras and halos, mad people have their own version…you know.
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The sun from my balcony in the afternoon. Featured in Imaginative Realism 7 July 09. / Featured in CORE [C.O.R.E] 8 July 09 / Featured in Too Bright 8 July 09.
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Apophysis fractal no postwork except cropping. It’s a two for one! I couldn’t decide which song I liked best, I’ve been a huge fan of Crosby, Stills and Nash forever and also the Grateful Dead. I like each tune equally!! So…... not to decide is to decide! heh heh Here’s Crosby, Stills & Nash’s Dark Star with some very cool fractal looping video, how apropos huh?! Lyrics: / Forgive me if my fantasies might seem a little shopworn / I’m sure you’ve heard it all before I wonder what’s the right form / Love songs written for you it’s been going down for years / But to sing what’s in my heart seems more honest than the tears I am curious / Don’t want to hurry us / I’m intrigued with us / Ain’t this song a bust / I don’t care dark star I met you several years ago / The times they were so strange but I had a feeling / You looked into my eyes just once / An instant flashing by that we were stealing Another time you felt so bad / And I wasn’t any help at all as I recall / We didn’t know quite what to do so we left the wanting be / Still there for me and you Dark star I see you in the morning / Dark star a’ sleeping next to me / Dark star let the memory of the evening / Be the first thing that you think of / When you open up your smile and see me dark star It’s easy to be with you / Even with the storms that rage beneath your search for peace / We must make some time together / Take the kids and find a world that’s ours to keep Now you’ve got me dreaming girl / It’s been so long that I thought that I’d forgotten how / My heart is once again my soul / We touched we did you know we did no more teasing now / / Chorus Let the memory of the evening / Be the first thing that you think of / When you open up your smile and see me dark star And then, here’s an awesome Grateful Dead jam called Dark Star as well with an equally cool and trippy video! I love these lyrics….... Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes. / Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis. / Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion. / Shall we go, you and I while we can / Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds? Mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter. / Glass hand dissolving to ice petal flowers revolving. / Lady in velvet recedes in the nights of good-bye. / Shall we go, you and I while we can / Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?
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Model: Charlene Dang / MUA: Siobhan
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Got to go shoot some photos in Brisbane City yesterday, so I am feeling inspired finally having some new photos from outside to work with!
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Best viewed LARGE The augur was a priest and official in the classical world, especially ancient Rome and Etruria. His main role was to interpret the will of the gods by studying the flight of the birds (whether they are flying in groups/alone, what noises they make as they fly, direction of flight and what kind of birds they are), known as “taking the auspices.” The ceremony and function of the augur was central to any major undertaking in Roman society-public or private-including matters of war, commerce, and religion. / Wiki
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(c) Sarah Moore 2009 Stock Used… Models / Background / Other stocks and textures – own
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featured in The World As We See It 09-28-2009 / featured in Globes, Sphere’s & Curves 08-09-2009 / featured in CORE 08-20-2009 / featured in Creative Cards 08-20-2009 MUSIC Bastardized Ink (Archive) All hailstorms in to die for my sins / Why am I accursed and not believing / Death to damnation both forced arrest / Enforced interrogation duress fire question / Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple / Shooting at me with a holy water pistol / I am not a heathen I’ll give you the reason / Ten commandments and ten counts of treason / They can pass judgements while I plead / Ignorance self defence dollars pounds and pence / Because we live inside the age feelings hard to gauge / I just open up the book and keep turning the page / While the all powerful throwback to miracle / Whips up the storms and pestilent swarms / Sacrifice to appease the deity / Whilst heavens open up just to seize the enemy / Wiped out civilisations / Desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation / But mad scientists wildly experiment / Drawing the conclusion down into the sediment / To the dark hour seed is sown / Now on there will be light via fire and brimstone / Walls fall down but emerge from the ground as if to start over / Rebuild the structure / True to life adventure / Even while your breathing lung puncture / Nothing out there to protect you / So they look into the skies the cries can be heard / The word is obscene unwashed and unclean / Wreaking havoc for the hell of it / Whilst digging deep and developing a taste for it / Bloodthirsty craves screams for mercy / Highly unlikely / Feel the almighty crash / Alas hope all evaporates incinerate burns out and obliterates / Keep the faith in more ways than one / Or believe me and mark my words thy will be done Praying not for the cynical quick stepping left right / Pick up as they march upon the pinnacle / Clocking up the watch stop digital / Trying to make peace while they’d rather make base and erase the place they found / Lies written all over the face wonder why / Feeling immortality fearing they’re afraid to die / Sly snakes sidewind and enter your mind / Finding temptation insecurity and frustration / Hating anger lusts after fear as half the man dies whilst shedding the tear / A clear sign that it’s way past the time / To rebuild the bleeding heart that lies broken / Well I must be mistaken but I more than feel that a chance is not taking consideration for the non believer plagued by diseased why / Nothing but an open mind is what I try and maintain / Hand on heart keep alive in dying art, pick it up dust it down make a start and bring it round / Pray to God blaspheme one can only dream / Crucify and ask why either do or die / / created with Incendia, Apophysis & PSP
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Paringa Bridge. / Renmark / Paringa – South Australia. Thanks to Steve Chapple / Everytime we shoot together I learn something new. Canon 50D. / Sigma 10-20mm. Mirrored Symmetry. Click image for larger preview.
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featured in A Fractal Energy Passion 10-02-2009 / featured in A Fractal Energy Passion 09-25-2009 / featured in Digital Artists United 09-24-2009 / MUSIC No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us. At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way. And that’s how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars – bright green, drawing a green mist behind it – a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,’ he said. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one – but still they come!’ Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot… and with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,’ he said. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one – but they still come!’ ‘Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,’ he said. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one – but they still come!’ It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. / / created with Apophysis & Incendia
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