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Stormy Church – Thank you to RichieDean who helped me with the sky on this and a few other bits and pieces – You are great Richie! /
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We could always dream for a better day, life, place, and time. /
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/ / Day Dreaming Geisha is a self-portrait taken from photographic artist Jaeda DeWalt’s Infusion of Color series and is a part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / About this Image / I love the mysterious veil of sleep and the magical realm of dreams. To create this image, I posed inside a life size wooden frame, and placed a sheer fabric behind me to fill the frame. If you look closely you can see the fabric and my left hand reaching around to grasp onto to one side of the frame. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Cards, Matted Prints, / Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / Image featured in Photographers Self Portrait group 7-16-2009 / Image featured in Live, Love, Dream group 7-13-2009 / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / This image is featured in the Infusion of Color calendar / / / / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / /
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Yes, this cameleon is eating a grass hopper..
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The sound of birds early in the morning. Best music of all… Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 37 X 42 inches / 94 X 1107 cm contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ....................................................................................
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Minimalist abstract study of speeding cyclists, focusing more on the dynamics of the speed and motion of their movements / Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 37 X 59 inches / 94 X 150 cm contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .....................................................................................
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It’s amazing how many posters can be stuck to a telephone pole. you would never know it until you cut away a square section and paint a red dot on it. / “dot” was featured in the group Textures. “Dot” was featured in The Feature Fraternity
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Chatham Lighthouse Cape Cod. / Chatham Cape Cod / Framed Print: Card:
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A new an experimental style for me, using simple bold lines, high contrast and bright colours. for more work by contemporary painters visit www.arts-fine.co.uk
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved The Sun Theatre, Yarraville, Victoria Australia. / An icon ot the western suburbss of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Copyright 2008-2009 © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved An icon ot the western suburbs of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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I was walking around the neighborhood last fall, looking for something to image when i came across this scene. The chair that was placed near some trash bins by a long abandoned government building. The light was just right and the texture of the scene really grabbed me. / “Alone” was featured in the group Rusty, Crusty and Falli… / “Alone” was featured in the group Live, Love, Dream / “Alone” was featured in Still Life Photography
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I think this image is something of an optical illusion. to me, it appears to bulge out, even though it’s concave. you decide.
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Featured in Who are YOU to Judge? / “Spring Blooms” was featured in Olympus and Four Thirds Group
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Model – DandyStock Background and Boat – ~Lift-manipulator Texture – *Smoko-Stock Inspired by: / Elton John – Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds Picture yourself in a boat on a , / With tangerine trees and marmalade skies / Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, / A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. / Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, / Towering over your head. / Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, / And she’s gone. / Lucy in the sky with diamonds. / Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain / Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies, / Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, / That grow so incredibly high. / Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, / Waiting to take you away. / Climb in the back with your head in the clouds, / And you’re gone. / Lucy in the sky with diamonds, / Picture yourself on a train in a station, / With plasticine porters with looking glass ties, / Suddenly someone is there at the turnstyle, / The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.
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Model – justmeina Horse – confused_stock Background – TimeWizardStock Picture – night_fate_stock Picture Frame – guteCharlotte stock Inspired by: / America – Horse With No Name On the first part of the journey / I was looking at all the life / There were plants and birds and rocks and things / There was sand and hills and rings / The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz / And the sky with no clouds / The heat was hot and the ground was dry / But the air was full of sound I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain / La, la … After two days in the desert sun / My skin began to turn red / After three days in the desert fun / I was looking at a river bed / And the story it told of a river that flowed / Made me sad to think it was dead You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain / La, la … After nine days I let the horse run free / ‘Cause the desert had turned to sea / There were plants and birds and rocks and things / there was sand and hills and rings / The ocean is a desert with it’s life underground / And a perfect disguise above / Under the cities lies a heart made of ground / But the humans will give no love You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / ‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain / La, la …
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I never knew I had one ‘til I saw yours shine, Spinning from your laughter, sparkling in your eyes, Sharing my confusion, sharing my surprise, At finding part of me in you… alive! - Juluka / (South Africa’s first multi-racial rock band)
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skull with a decorative carving
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featured in Abstract Digital Art & Writing 07-07-2009 Optical Illusion! View large…..relax your eyes and stare at the center for a minute! :) MUSIC‘ SYNCHRONICITY!!!.....Linaji submitted this wonderful poem today! Thank you so much for asking me to collaborate Linaji!! XXX! Rumination on the steps of the Metropolitan Art Museum I sat for a while on the steps of the Metropolitan Art Museum / I had just seen / Floating particles and dropped off meanings / Touching like lava light blobs / Bouncing off texture and complex simplicity / Meanings given at birth and bastardized in the long run / Feelings erupting at levels of sub matic matter / Mattering only at our convenience / Then loosing bits and pieces in sandy beaches and / Digging holes to China / Deleted in our script along the way… / Attention: roll call / Attention: orderly kisses / Attention: take no prisoners / Dropping off like parachutes landing in the / The Phantom zone / Hologram pictured eyes staring back / Like the king of hearts stabbing his sword into / Wet dreams, swamplands, infested with flies / And biting thugs / Old armor staged with proper respect and / Then there is always the string of light / Glorious light / They all knew that / Welts to remember when one find their way out / On these steps leading to paradise lost to famous / Dead people / Who write their name at heavens gate / Who gave us the prescience of heaven in all their blood / Of victory / Before everyone discovered the art of allowing / Back then they sacrificed for the light / For the dream / For the future / For more than could even be imagined / Tierney / Blasphemy / Scandalous In awe falls short of my devotion to these / Saints of Light! Linaji 2009 / / Created with Incendia, Apophysis & PSP
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Posted for a challenge in the Clematis Group….this Clematis is from my garden..it climbs up the wall and is entwined with Ivy….I use a Sony Cybershot digital camera…no photoshop or other editing.. / Clematis 4 / Clematis 3
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Copyright 2009- © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved This morning I’ve been looking through my long forgotten work which I intended to finish-I found this one-that I think I’ve taken as far as it will go. It is saying to me: “I’m finished!” So I’m posting it. I must have created it last summer (southern hemisphere) around Christmas time by the look of the Hydrangeas in the vase and the scattered Agapanthas that I picked from the garden. The tablecloth is a lovely linen one that I bought from an Op Shop and the jug was bought many years ago at a jumble sale when I started acquiring objects for still life paintings. The northern light streams through the lounge room window and I often set up my work here. Oh for the memories… Features: / Digital Brushstrokes
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