Dancing love
1004 creative works found
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In a small café near the trainstation time stood still. / The last tango plays one couple on the dancefloor. / Reliving their first dance.
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24×24 acrylic on canvas….
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(hot Wax) i did this last night its called Dance with me, It was fun building it, i burnt my fingers a couple times and my torch was running low….......ha ha, thats ok….......I have new torches….....and newly filled flames today…that i use to do the hot wax artworks….....this is kinda abstract , i do that from time to time, its ok…...for the most part, i personally like to be able to tell what im painting or doing…....lol. HOpe you all enjoy these dancing folkes….......have a great day.
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Last of the dandelions….
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Love is the best gift of all …............ Collage created in both Photoshop and Corel painter using multiple layers and texture and images with paint thrown in
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Acrilic, canvas,130×90cm.
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A couple of days early for Easter.. :) auroradreams.deviantart.com (woman) / solstock.deviantart.com
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Abstract interpretation of space Looking at the energy The colour The essence of a place The Aura of a person A dimensional playground of possibilities ORIGINAL PAINTING ON CANVAS BY NICOLE WHITTY
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2009 Abstract Acrylic on 140 lb. Watercolour paper 24×30” / from Sweet Rejoice Series The Dance was Featured in Inspired Art 28 Oct 09 As lovers strangers they danced around their feelings, knowing, wanting….... knowing that they had been here before. Was it yesteryear? Was it in a dream so long ago….. / Was it in another life time another era…..Was it only for a moments pleasure or was it for a life time…...that we danced, loved, as lived as lovers…....AS strangers to find each other again.
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and i asked… / ........why does the shell change… / closed my eyes and as i listened.. / to learn something new / to teach something new / to feel something new / like another branch… this is one of my favorite peaces of wood..every way i look and see another story another smile. or tears that need to fall..we all have a story ..a place we are from.. things to remember as not to forget. i will be putting up images of this peace of wood… / in a series called ……....wood, you dance.. as i smile…. first in the series / third in the series / fourth in the series
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wood, you dance into the nights sky. / —- / and she thought about a time when they talked of dreams and she felt the desire to fly…fly even higher than before.. / and then there was this thought….’but what about the baggage….where will it fit.?... and then she heard her say … give to the clouds and it will turn it into the rain. xx first in the series / second in the series / fourth in the series
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I really hope this lovely image portrait & design enhancement delights your soul! I just love it when my daughter, Shelby smiles! She sure did enjoy our girls only beach trip! So many memories & so much fun captured. Cheers my friends! Smiles Leilani
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Yellow and white Iris / Photo taken in my garden in Melbourne. CANON EOS400D, TAMRON MACRO LENS / AE 1/640 AV 2.8 ISO SPEED 100 > > >
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Original oil painting produced on stretched 91cm x 61cm canvas using a knife, mixing only on the canvas using a limited colour palette.There’s many more figurative, dance and portrait fine art original oil paintings, pastels and gicleé prints on my website: ryoung-art
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Background – JewelsStock / Model – faestock / Ribbons – Elfa-dei-boschi Chuck Wicks – Stealing Cinderella I came to see her daddy for sit down man to man / It wasn’t any secret i’d be asking for her hand / I guess that’s why he left me waiting in the living room by myself / with at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf [Chorus;] She was playing Cinderella / She was riding her first bike / Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight / Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin / Dancing with her dad, looking up at him / In her eyes i’m Prince Charming / But to him i’m just some fella / riding in and stealing Cinderella I leaned in towards those pictures to get a better look at one / When I heard a voice behind me say “Now, ain’t she something, son?” / I said “Yes, she quite a woman” and he just stared at me / Then I realized that in his eyes she would always be Playing Cinderella / Riding her first bike / Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight / Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin / Dancing with her dad, looking up at him / In her eyes i’m Prince Charming / But to him i’m just some fella riding in and stealing Cinderella He slapped me on the shoulder / Then he called her in the room / When she threw her arms around him / That’s when I could see it too She was Playing Cinderella / Riding her first bike / Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight / Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin / Dancing with her dad, looking up at him / If he gives me a hard time / I can’t blame the fella I’m the one who’s stealing Cinderella
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the colors of breathing… standing in the middle of the last of the year daisies… / breathing in the calm of my heart and soul… / i closed my eyes and watched until i could see the shapes and the colors of how i breathe…and as i saw these colors i felt the ease of breathing out some fear…because i know that these are the colors that i breathe in…;))
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...i found this to be just beautiful..;))
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February Birthstone Model – angelcurioso / Background – ~LuchareStock / Ring Dial – ~lockstock Created using Digital Image and Gimp Prince – Purple Rain /
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a digital image created in PSPX inspired by Train – Drops of Jupiter link Train – Drops Of Jupiter Songwriters: Hotchkiss, Robert S; Monahan, Pat; Stafford, James W; Underwood, Scott Michael; Colin, Charlie; Now that she’s back in the atmosphere / With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey / She acts like summer and walks like rain / Reminds me that there’s a time to change, hey / Since the return from her stay on the moon / She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey But tell me, did you sail across the sun? / Did you make it to the Milky Way / To see the lights all faded / And that heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? / One without a permanent scar / And then you missed me / While you were looking for yourself out there? / / Now that she’s back from that soul vacation / Tracing her way through the constellation, hey / She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo / Reminds me that there’s room to grow, hey / / Now that she’s back in the atmosphere / I’m afraid that she might think of me as / Plain ol’ Jane told a story about a man / Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land / / But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? / Did you finally get the chance / To dance along the light of day / And head back to the Milky Way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? / Was it everything you wanted to find? / And then you missed me / While you were looking for yourself out there / / Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken / Your best friend always sticking up for you / Even when I know you’re wrong? Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance / Five-hour phone conversation / The best soy latte that you ever had, and me? / / But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? / Did you finally get the chance / To dance along the light of day / And head back toward the Milky Way? / / But tell me, did you sail across the sun? / Did you make it to the Milky Way / To see the lights all faded / And that heaven is overrated? And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? / One without a permanent scar / And then you missed me / While you were looking for yourself? And did you finally get the chance / To dance along the light of day? / And did you fall for a shooting star? / Fall for a shooting star? / And now you’re lonely looking for yourself out there
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Original oil painting produced on stretched 91cm x 61cm canvas using a knife, mixing only on the canvas using a limited colour palette.There’s many more figurative, dance and portrait fine art original oil paintings, pastels and gicleé prints on my website: ryoung-art
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“Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.” Arthur Golden Through time clouds I fly to days gone by, Profound limits are all left behind. The future and past, all in my grasp, for WindDancer shows me the keys in my mind. Horse of poetry, power and light, in-spirit-action companion as new lands we’ll take flight. TK Photograph of a birthday card that I received, edited in photoshop7 with various filters.
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