This was a beautiful place to be – when the children were there is became magical – every door opened wasn’t a garden it was the secret garden and we had to look for lepricorns and fairies and smell every flower and describe every tree.
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This work was featured in Rain Drops, The Love of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork, Sold! and Music Inspired Art This work was featured on the Homepage. Twice :D “Anyone who says that sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”. This pretty much sums up how I feel about it! / 100% Photoshop This tutorial was a big help! Inspired by Summer Rain by ATB Fairy brush from Obsidian Dawn. Info for Sold! Group / Sold a small canvas print to an RB member. A follow-up to this piece can be seen here
Model is Richard Background & texture on cards are stock, everything else is mine.
All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This work was featured in Live, Love, Dream I’ve been wanting to do this one since I went for a walk in the rain last week. A follow-up to Rain Lust Model stock Background is an isolated section of Enchanted Forest Inspired by Let It Rain by 4 Strings / Stock copyrights remain the property of their respective owners.
/ The Morrigan is a Celtic goddess of battle, strife, and fertility. Her name translates as either “Great Queen” or “Phantom Queen,” and both epithets are entirely appropriate for her. The Morrigan appears as both a single goddess and a trio of goddesses. The Morrigan frequently appears in the ornithological guise of a hooded crow. She is one of the Tuatha Dé Danann (“Tribe of the goddess Danu” or the land of the Faries) and she helped defeat the Firbolg at the First Battle of Mag Tuireadh and the Fomorians at the Second Battle of Mag Tuireadh. She is often read about in books that are about the Fae. She appeared to the hero Cu Chulainn (son of the god Lugh) and offered her love to him. When he failed to recognize her and rejected her, she told him that she would hinder him when he was in battle. When Cu Chulainn was eventually killed, she settled on his shoulder in the form of a crow. Cu’s misfortune was that he never recognized the feminine power of sovereignty that she offered to him. She appeared to him on at least four occasions and each time he failed to recognize her. 1.When she appeared to him and declared her love for him. / 2.After he had wounded her, she appeared to him as an old hag and he offered his blessings to her, which caused her to be healed. / 3.On his way to his final battle, he saw the Washer at the Ford, who declared that she was washing the clothes and arms of Cu Chulainn, who would soon be dead. / 4.When he was forced by three hags (the Morrigan in her triple aspect) to break a taboo of eating dogflesh. / / Resources: Background: Funky Terrain by MatrixStock http://matrixstock.deviantart.com/art/Funky-Terrain-2-72714593 and Misty Ocean by LucieG-Stock http://lucieg-stock.deviantart.com/art/Misty-ocean-1-104660883 Woman by dazzle-stock http://dazzle-stock.deviantart.com/art/No-Sleep-For-The-Wicked-108278956 Crow brushes by lugubrum-stock http://lugubrum-stock.deviantart.com/art/Lugubrum-stock-crowbrush-53834827
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Sorry – been away on holidays :P Will catch up on reading bubblemail and reviewing art soon :) xoxox Rachel
Model is Kat texture from lostpuppy-stock © Jessica Walker 2008
While testing out the new (at the time) Aquarel pigment sticks, I needed a large project on paper, so I got the biggest sheet of paper I’ve ever seen and launched into a drawing that would end up taking me 6 months on and off. / The sleep of reason begets monsters. I consider this my masterpiece at this point because it took the longest time, I used a new medium, and it’s the largest work on paper I’ve ever attempted.
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/ The Mask is a self-portrait taken from photographic artist Jaeda DeWalt’s Mystic Night series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Cards, Matted Prints, Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— /
The royal one Taoos ” In Arabic ” means Peacock / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Ari got inspired by my work of The Royal Taoos and wrote this very nice poem , Thank you so much Ari , please visit his site for more poems and art. / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—- TAOOS beauty and beauty tempting grace / adorn the peacock define his pace / dazzling eye catching gems that sway / sway with every turquoise ruffle / shimmering emeralds, amber sheen / a crown so befitting so true so clean / his pride betrayed by a train so wide / magnificent plume he cannot hide / the hens his harem must abide ==================== / BEST VIEWED IN LARGE / VIEW FOR DETAILS
SP / Magic Touch Mike Oldfield / Once in a lifetime, you find that power / To break out and run from the devil’s deep clutch. / All that you need, it’s the finest hour, / Is to believe in the magic touch. A thief in the night, / Love steals you far away. / A thief in the night, / Love takes your breath away. Can’t believe it, like no other. / Love is a gift and to take you so much, / You need the blue night to discover / Only true lovers have the magic touch. Once in a lifetime, you find that faith, / When you’re under the spell and it takes control. / Everything ‘round you just falls in place, / And all that you touch seems to turn to gold. A thief in the night, / Love steals you far away. / A thief in the night, / Love takes your breath away. Magic, magic. / Magic, magic, magic, magic. Once in a lifetime, you find that power / So break out and run from the devil’s deep clutch. / All that you need, it’s the finest hour, / Is to believe in the magic touch.
Featured on RedBubble Homepage – 7th December 2008 Lost… somewhere in the magical city of Salzburg (Note: This image was originally labelled incorrectly as an alleyway somewhere in Prague, Czech Republic). I have always been fascinated with cobblestone streets and narrow alleyways. And for some peculiar reason, I am always prompted to remember an old Chris Rea song (Windy Town) whenever I think of cobblestones. Oh, the joy and wonder of musical memory triggers :-) Salzburg, Austria, 2006. [Creative Effects: Colour Removal, Sepia filter, Brightness adjustment, Omni Spotlight with Photoshop] Windy Town by Chris Rea Driving home from the highland line / We done some gigs on the Clyde and the Tyne / They flew us in from a Hamburg strip / The taste of Dusseldorf still on our lips / And on the bus there is a friend of mine / We go way back to the scene of the crime / We sit up front and share a cigarette / And try to remember what we tried to forget He said “Do you remember?” / He said “Do you recall?” / I said “Yeah I remember, oh, I remember it all” / Every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / Late night trains shunting down by the river / I remember windy town We come so far and we move so fast / Making hay see it all go past / Round the world and round again / Up and down on that gravy train / But every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone / I remember windy town The freezing corners and the empty streets / The burning passion and the cold wet feet / Three tricky miles home every night / Dodging from the shadows underneath those amber lights / No car for kissing and nowhere to go / Except inside each other and I loved you so / I held your face as you shivered in the rain / Girl I’ll always love you and I’ll love you again / Oh everytime, everytime Every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / Late night trains shunting down by the river / I remember windy town / Every time that cold wind blows / Every time I hear that sound / The east coast cross winds on the cold wet stone / I remember windy town
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A portrait version of this shot These are 300 year old beach trees and getting to the end of their natural life. When touring around Northern Ireland we were lucky enough to see a couple of photos of this place and eventually managed to find a toutrist info person that knew where they were. So with the sun low in a September sky we headed out and found possibly the most stunning bit of road I have ever been on in my life! Sony Alpha A200 18mm
/ “The Two” is part of the Flower Collection...Watercolour on Sennelier Paper… You are the town and we are the clock. / We are the guardians of the gate in the rock / The Two / On your left and on your right / In the day and in the night, / We are watching you. We’re afraid in that case you’ll have a fall. / We’ve been watching you over the garden wall / For hours. / The sky is darkening like a stain / Something is going to fall like rain / And it won’t be flowers. This might happen any day / So be careful what you say / Or do. / Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock, / Trim the garden, wind the clock, / Remember the Two. W.H. Auden
Third one in my Collector series
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“Where There is Light, There Must Also Be Darkness”, “Every man has a good and bad angel attending on him, all his life long.” – Robert Burton (“Anatomy of Melancholy”) “Man is his own star, and the soul that can, render an honest and a perfect man,Commands all light, all influence, all fate: nothing to him falls early or too late.Our acts are angels are, for good or ill: our fatal shadows that walk by us still.” – John Fletcher (“Upon An Honest Man’s Fortune”) “For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.” – Bible: 2 Corinthians (11:13-15)
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