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I like this piece very much. Sometimes in my work THIS IS THE big version AND THE BETTER ONE FOR PRINTS. / ... I can witness myself taking leaps of quality, and I believe that this is one of those times. It is an indescribable sensation to see my own hands make something such as this. I begin the with a person, a woman, before me, some materials – paper, chalk, paint.At the end of the slow still hours quickening my fingers, I surface from the fugue and wake from the trance of working. And sometimes I have something before me that is beautiful that did not exist, that what the world did not hold before I began. And it will last for centuries.I love the idea of obscured reflections and scattered and refracted light – my desire to work is pushed further every time I stumble upon something I know I must pursue.In many of my works, whenever it is practical, I will place a left-hand print on a wall or smudging a piece of glass. I have done this for years, and I will never stop. Recently the idea occurred to me that since this has become one of the defining symbols within my work, I could execute a piece based entire on the idea. So I made it happen. I forced it into existence. And I am so left handed, you see, that I almost walk with a limp. and / AND! “I believe in never. / I believe in all the way.” – Smashing pumpkins / So you don’t take the time take the moments spin the bottle spill the blood? / Ah well ah HELL / The word hell is from the Norse word Hel – this described both the goddess and the place that she ruled. Everyone went there and it was crappy, unless you got stabbed or chopped up with an axe in which case you got to go to Valhalla. / And in Valhalla you got to get into fights. Forever. And there was endless beer. / I remember endless beer. / It was nice. Beery. / So we dip our wings and sigh. Sigh in slightly inconsistent, in-harmonic, clipped shuddering sighs – and only a sliver of love out of synch’. / I know there is no happy ending for this; that there cannot be. / And sure, I know. I know that you – that you have heard the words and maybe read some of them. The urgency. The force of it. / What else is there for me? For ME? / Have some more. / HAVE. / SOME. / MORE. Circles building up in me in that release-less frenetic energy making me blink fast and move fast. Boots hanging off me and the laces really do look chewed though I didn’t not recently at least. / Got that lettered up feeling – heat boiling off me feel the air ripple and coil as I breathe out . Heat for each distil phalange (these are the words for finger-tips do they not slip onto the ends of your hands?) / Still feel the smell of her on me though I guess it’s not pale honey and nightmarish need colouring my eyes not hers though I am hoping hoping. / Forgot what it was like to feel like this so wide open crushable –flawed and ruin-ready – Lit up like a six-fingered passion, a design a metaphor a need. / I remember every point of flesh, mouths meeting over muted susurrations and terrified more than most times. / Toes all bent up and down and pushing so hard not to frighten her that I almost say nothing, / Flood of words damned with sand and ashes and flowers now; flowers. / Real and real and real. And you – here- Stretched against me a catch thickening my throat / And hey - / There might be something windblown and scarred, / A moment for us to press against our cheek, / A plate for us to hold it to. / Out there somewhere. Sure. / My own memory is a scratched cup, a bent fork. / / Blown out like surf or a candle, / ‘a light bulb a curse or a mind. / Warmth and comfort, solace and weight / Wait, / Wait! / I need more than you were and are. / The sum of your parts is less than the whole. / And your voice is gone. This rage and its partner. / They can bring us jewels, my love / We can have Jewels. / You. / And I. - Paul. Through A Glass Darkly. By Paul D Robertson Pastels 140 cms x 97 I like this piece very much. Sometimes in my work I can witness myself taking leaps of quality, and I believe that this is one of those times. It is an indescribable sensation to see my own hands make something such as this. I begin the with a person, a woman, before me, some materials – paper, chalk, paint. At the end of the slow still hours quickening my fingers, I surface from the fugue and wake from the trance of working. And sometimes I have something before me that is beautiful that did not exist, that what the world did not hold before I began. And it will last for centuries. I love the idea of obscured reflections and scattered and refracted light – my desire to work is pushed further every time I stumble upon something I know I must pursue. In many of my works, whenever it is practical, I will place a left-hand print on a wall or smudging a piece of glass. I have done this for years, and I will never stop. Recently the idea occurred to me that since this has become one of the defining symbols within my work, I could execute a piece based entire on the idea. So I made it happen. I forced it into existence. And I am so left handed, you see, that I almost walk with a limp.
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Turn around is fair play , and it’s just as funny when the shoes on the other foot, or in this case , the foots on the other charm ! Top Selling Tees / / /
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Words Mean Nothing Creation Date: 11.27.07 Model: yellow-stock Textures: texturemattic / darkrose42-stock / Fairy-Of-Ice-Stock / amptone-stock Ash Sivils © 2007-2009 No Derivative Works — You may not alter, transform, or / build upon this work in any shape way or form unless you / gain a waiver from me, not a representative. You may not / import, export, print, redistribute or claim as your personal / work. You may not sell this art or assign right to others, all / images are copyrighted please respect those rights.
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The original painting is 30” x 24” Acrylic on canvas. A film of me painting it can be seen on my website to see me Painting On Canvas The original was Sold to a Private collector. See my Online Art Gallery at arts-fine.co.uk
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Taking a break from the Capriccios while I decide if the series is complete. / I painted the house years earlier than I got the new ink. / In light that I consider myself fairly perceptive I did not see the similarity between the walls and my skin for months after.
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GEMINI
by Manolya F.MY ZODIAC SERIES / / / /
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Stocks from DA and sxc.hu / http://bumimanusiastock.deviantart.com/ / http://tracie76stock.deviantart.com/ / http://tash-stock.deviantart.com/ / http://lockstock.deviantart.com/ / http://marknewman.deviantart.com/ Published under Mark Newman’s permission MY ZODIAC SERIES / / /
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I got really bored for a bit this afternoon, had a fleeting thought, then played around. I’m not really sure how I feel about this one yet. I gave it an almosted painted feel to it, you can’t really see the detail in the previews here that you can full size. Oh, yeah, forgot, yep that’s me. / (I just wanted to see myself on a card…) This piece was featured in the Live, Love, Dream group. THANK YOU!!
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canon 20D dslr / editing in CS3 model: sara featured in fine art composites featured in in another world www.daviezimages.com
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Model/MUA/Concept/Styling etc. – Atrophy Gloria Swanson is alive and well and living in Melbourne, it seems. Canon 40D + 50mm 1.4 + overcast daylight = Silver Screen Fun. Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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Ameonna / 16” x 24” Acrylic and Sumi Ink / . Japanese Music by: EXILE / . / . Before you go, give me a little of your soul / You can not deny me / A little more is what I asked / If you feel at all / Then give me more / I want more soul of you / ~ Ming Myaskovsky . Featured in Japanfluence Group / . / Featured in Immortal Love / . / . / 600 views so far / . / . / 38 favorites
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one too many blank spaces… / i’ve created yet another… fill in the blank… . o5.26.2oo9 / charcoal on newsprint / 18”x 24” .
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where or when . o6.23.2oo9 / charcoal & pastel on newsprint / 18”x 24” .
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. somewhere between / fireflies den and prussian void / tides collide / and / tear her soul between / stars grave and unbleached heaven / silver flakes snow / and / silence her cry . o7.14.2oo9 / acrylic on canvas / 18” x 36” .
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Original Creation Date: December 2nd, 2007 / Charcoal on 90 lb. paper, freehand, 16” x 20” We can leave all the past behind / I can see right through the whole façade / I’m becoming something else / I am turning into God - NIN | Vessel Original available for purchase. Note me for pricing.
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something a bit different…. song . o9.o4.2oo9 / acrylic on cavas / digital (photoshop) / 20”x 20” . /
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Model: Elsie / MUA: Raeoni Thankyou for all your comments and words of encouragement .
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. past the dragonflies’ graveyard / and past the night sky / where a rainbow once hung / she weaved black dreams / that had no edges / with a song / that would drown every sailor / of seven seas she stroked her lashes / with black velvet / and wore her black dreams / and her black cashmere she made it her home . 1o.o5.2oo9 / acrylic on canvas / digital (photoshop) .
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