Dark metal
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Taken August 07, a view within a darkish alley in the Northern region of Melbourne’s CBD.
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this is a picture! holy hell….i suck at these descritptions
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Free Hi Resolution Textures
by Cameron GrayIf you’re an artist or designer looking for some free hi res textures to use in you work, I am now giving away my personal textures for o…
If you’re an artist or designer looking for some free hi res textures to use in you work, I am now giving away my personal textures for others to use in their work. These textures are completely free and can be used for commercial and non-commercial work. / If you could help spread the word about these free textures, I would be very grateful. / I’m also giving away free copies of my book to certain people who are of particular help in promoting these textures & my website. / Textures are available from: / http://www.ParableVisions.com Enjoy, - Cameron Gray
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Best viewed LARGE
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Vampire Love t shirt
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Splat Skull t shirt
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Skull Row t shirt
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www.siXsiXsiX-berlin.de
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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. Just playing with brushes and layer styles.
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Robot, droids, mecha, steel, iron, rugged, and blood!
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the beach, not me…... maybe it is too dark…..in PS on my monitor it looks awesome, but you’ll have to take my word for that…. The Wreck of the SS Dicky, Caloundra Canon 5D with 16-35mm at 16mm, f/20, 1.3 seconds, ISO 50, two Lee ND Grey grad filters, 0.9 and 0.6. Tripod, cable release, and totally wet daks. Another from the SS Dicky Series Seascapes / New Zealand / Frogs / Lensbaby / Infrared / Industrial / Spam / Panorama / Landscapes / Real Estate Series / People
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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 artwork was featured in The Love Of Eerie and Enchanting Artwork, Sold!, and Globes, Spheres, and Curves The third of the series Night Light / Night’s Blue / Info for Sold! Group / Sold a small laminated print to an RB member.
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My watercolour painting from a 1906 photo of the Mauretania. Luxury liner (the fastest in the world until 1929). She’s being towed by steam tugs, out of the mouth of the river Tyne, and into the North Sea. Watercolour and gouache, 12” 8” / Poundworld 90lb watecolour paper /
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On Zazzle / on DeviantART Strongly inspired by Kagerou ... all the flowy red and orange hair, and a bit of Van Gogh’s Starry Night as well, for the background. A fierce and free magechild, who commands the fire of the night and moves through their own imagination at will… / Basically, controls the realm of dreams. / (also, Kagerou is possibly maybe initially believed to be a crazy-dream-journey) ArtRage 2.5 and graphics tablet
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Self Portrait. Found object art. this was a self portrait, it sucked. it looked like me in another world were cartoons are real, candy rains from the sky, kittens grow from trees, nobody dies, poops or gets sick. Yeah it had to go. this is what i really wanted to paint when i thought of myself. / I let a little of what was there show through, just as a memo to myself. a way of saying “this is how you might have been.” / Dispite what ppl say thys is how i feel. half the time i don’t know who i am or what i stand for. all i know is this feels right. thys is who i am….a little left of center.
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Just experimenting with a photo I took today (14 June 09) of a drinking fountain in Melbourne..This is another sign of boredom! / Nikon D200 / 18-200mm lens / Processed in RAW.
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Model: Julie – xstockx Credits: bashcorpo / 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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Our mother died giving birth to us. They wouldn’t let us go to school or anything. They kept us hidden. We were the ‘big family secret’. everybody hated us, except our Aunt. See, he likes the dark. He doesn’t like to be seen, not even by me sometimes.
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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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Inspired directly from all the horror movies I’ve ever watched. You’re on the run from whatever it is chasing you this time. You fine a phone, run to it in hope but lo and behold, it’s disconnected. You turn to keep running, but the thing you have been running from is there, and you run right into it.. That was your last life line. Goodbye. This was taken in the underpass between Degraves Street and Flinders Street Station, Melbourne. The entire underpass is trapped in an art deco time warp. Light pink tiles on rounded walls, window box displays, metal sign work, and this in particular. Curving into a small alcove where a telephone must have once stood. Original shot, layered twice. Colour altering and fading on original, darkening on layer. Texture added from www.deviantart.com stock. Featured in Australia! You’re Standing In It / Featured in Architectural Details / Featured in Dimensions Canon 50D / 58mm, 18 – 55 / f5, 1/60, ISO 800 All editing and processing completed 11.30pm MCN: C2BXG-TS6DX-T83SH
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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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The Black King / Artist: Simon Sherry / Biography: Danny The culture of the Army of the Black Spear since time immemorial has been that of the warrior. Descendant of a hundred Kings, he holds the collective memory of all those that led before him. He knows the secrets of the Shaman and will settle for nothing less than total obedience from all that he controls. Ironically, though he is a warrior King he has never seen face to face battle with an enemy due to his abilities as extreme commander, and the fact that Tribal Army law forbids him from entering any fray that could endanger his rule or life no matter how small the odds. Continually frustrated by this, he takes what small satisfaction he can from adding another notch to his throne as each opposing army falls.
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