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• André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
  by Maxwell Edward

  Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…

  Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!

• Midnight Blues...........
  by Karin Taylor

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  / Midnight Blues by Karin Taylor Well howdy my bubbly friends, and wouldya believe i got me favourite piece of art featured on the HOMEPAGE tonight!! omi!!! omeeee!!! omi!!!! You see, i was just havin’ a little whinge about how i never get featured no more….. / and the one i was thinkin’ deserved a little featuring…just happens to pop up on / the homepage….wo!! I should try whingin’ a little more often (nah, my family disagrees!!!!!) lol Midnight Blues is from a painting i did recently on Arches Aquarelle Paper 56×76cm, a mixed media production, utilising inks, pastels, acrylics, charcoals, found objects such as string and fabric….and the most beautiful gold paint which gives the guitar it’s lustre Midnight Blues is from the Inspired Series by Karin Taylor, during the painting of this, i was strongly influenced by my favourite Australian artist, Brett Whitely, longing to capture something of the wonderful curves he created in his works. It has a dark and sombre feeling, much like how i was feeling at the time i created her. I used to laugh and carry on that my thoughts and my moods could ever be conveyed through a painting, and it was just silly that people reckoned they did so, but just look at me now….i cannot seem to prevent it happening these days!! lol…that’ll teach me to scoff :)

• ARTIST BIOGRAPHY
  by JaneAParis

  JANE À PARIS is my artistic pen name, quite literally, inspired from travel abroad and political subjugation and persecution. I have been…

  JANE À PARIS is my artistic pen name, quite literally, inspired from travel abroad and political subjugation and persecution. I have been painting for over ten years, and I consider myself to be an expressionistic painter. I have some formal training, but for the most part I am a self taught artist. My inspirations come from the masters of expressionism. I have a deep love for expressionism – ‘Expressionistic artist sought to develop pictorial forms which would express their innermost feelings rather than represent the external world. Expressionist painting is intense, passionate and highly personal, based on the concept of the painter’s canvas as a vehicle for demonstrating emotions. Violent, unreal color and dramatic brushwork make the typical expressionistic painting quiver with vitality.’ This is what I try to achieve when I paint, and I think I quite often do because I am a very expressionistic and emotional painter. My favorite painters are Beckman, Van Gogh, Heckel, Jawlensky, Kirchner, Kokoschka, Marc, Munch (The Father of Expressionism), Nolde, Pechstein, Roualt, Schiele, Schmidt-Rottluff, and Soutine. I do not limit myself to just this style of painting. I also experiment with different styles and medias. I have many favorite artist, for me art is a passion that has literally saved my life and breaths life into my soul. To quote one of my favorite artist, Gerhard Richter , “Art is the highest form of hope”. To me each painting I create is a part of me. My soul, my body, and my emotions are all involved in the creation process. I view art just as I would view motherhood. I give birth to a new creation and it takes on a life of its own. I am available for commissions. You can reach me at janeaparis.artist@hotmail.com. I am signing off with a quote from myself – ‘life is art; art is life’ JANE À PARIS / Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS

• Here Comes Trouble...lol Need some Help Redbubbles...
  by Vestque

  Ok well… As you guys know I’m sort of new to all of this art stuff. But as of right now I’m sort of in Crisis mode. Recently my …

  Ok well… As you guys know I’m sort of new to all of this art stuff. But as of right now I’m sort of in Crisis mode. Recently my computer was infected with a really horrible computer virus that nearly destroyed my computer not once, but twice. (It was hiding during my system reboot that restored my system back to the day of purchase- It’s a tricky little bastard) At the moment I have the virus contained and hopefully destroyed. However it did a number on my system. My largest deviation is my art program. I use Photoshop but as of right now it’s virtually unusable. (A major component was deleted, so I can’t save anything and it can’t be fixed). Right now I feel lost. I have no job, no money, lol. I do have a bachelors degree, however, I can’t get a job in the Hospital here since my family will be up and moving any time now. But I need a new computer BADLY. So that means I need to make some money!!! So here’s my plan! Starting RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING I have to offer will be on sale. All of my Mark ups will be MARKED DOWN TO 15%!!! I have only sold 3 works ever on Redbubble but I am determined to make that number grow! Also I need some advice… I really need to sell artwork. I think I will start producing some nice posters at our local Kinkos and sell them manually. Do you think that’s the right way to go? Vestque

• A journey of discovery begins
  by clarkey

  One of the most gorgeous creatures Mother Nature has gifted mankind with has been with us for nearly three weeks now. !http://farm4.st…

  One of the most gorgeous creatures Mother Nature has gifted mankind with has been with us for nearly three weeks now. After a couple of days, we named her Mistgirl and shortened it to Misty . . . what else! She’s tiny and almost as light as a feather, silky soft, funny, and completely gorgeous. She’s also quite feisty, but, loves a cuddle when She wants one. She sits on her haunches, just like a Meerkat, and picks up things in her front paws to play with or investigate them, or, to get a better look at something. She can be quite delicate or rough in her handling of things – she pushes my finger away so gently, I almost can’t feel it, and yet she hits a ball with amazing force for such a wee creature! Anything that dangles and/or moves is fair game for those tiny talons! When she runs, she sounds like a light-weight miniature elephant with wings! She sneaks up on you and, before you know it, she’s climbing up the leg of your jeans to see what you’re up to! My knees and shoulders, and a few other places, too, are becoming covered in tiny red marks where she digs those miniscule, razor-sharp claws in as she climbs. We tried putting a collar with bells on it on her last week – that was a dismal failure, she’s so small you could have fitted two of her in it when it was done up to the smallest size! LOL We’ve had to re-learn the habit of watching where we put our feet BEFORE putting them down and making sure she isn’t curled up where we intend to sit! Unfortunately, she moves so quickly and, like all cats, loves to stalk, so, unfortunately, I’ve stepped on her a couple of times. She has such a very small squeak instead of a meow. Like all cats, she likes to be up high so she can see what’s going on around her; she has adopted our desks as one of her favourite places to be. If we shift her, she promptly gets right back where she was shifted from . . . .in front of the monitor!!! Just as well we both have flat monitors, she can’t sit on top of them like our last cat did. As I’m sitting here typing this, she’s adding her two bobs worth via the keyboard – my fingers moving over the keyboard seem to be an invitation to play! Oh, this is such Fun! Having had to compete with at least FOUR other cats, three of them adults, where she came from, she’s making the most of it now and eating like a horse – for the moment, I don’t think this will do her any harm. She might even grow a little!!! Strangely enough, she’s not very interested in going outside, and, yet, she was very much an outdoor cat where she came from. I don’t mind if she stays indoors as the street we live on is very busy for most of the day and would be a very dangerous place for a little kitten. This is going to be one hell of a journey, she already has a very definite personality and it’s determination with a capital “D”.

• Determining the Markup on your art?
  by Jennifer Resemius

  I have no rhyme or reason to the markup on my photography. I was wondering how others made the decision on what their work is worth? Any …

  I have no rhyme or reason to the markup on my photography. I was wondering how others made the decision on what their work is worth? Any thoughts or recommendations? I don’t really have any consistancy right now and I want to go through and make some changes. Thanks.

• Back again
  by kordis

  I’m finally back online after an etended absence….Determined is now for sale as cards if anyone was wondering ( Birgitta) its good t…

  I’m finally back online after an etended absence….Determined is now for sale as cards if anyone was wondering ( Birgitta) its good to be back! :)

• Featured!
  by Shoshana Epsilon

  My first day here, and one of my pictures is featured...

  My first day here, and one of my pictures is featured . I hope that’s not a common occurrence, because I’m on top of the world! Unfortunately, its not my favorite work, I’m afraid, but I can see that it is different from what most people are doing. It was fun, though, and I’ll do more as I am able. Thank you, to everyone who has already given comments on my pictures. This is a wonderful community. —Sho

• When I was little
  by dabak

  When I was little, I wanted to be everything an artist, doctor, agricultural scientist, nurse, basketballer, an athlete and so on; ...

  When I was little, I wanted to be everything an artist, doctor, agricultural scientist, nurse, basketballer, an athlete and so on; but later on I learnt that I couldnot be everything because my mind has to be on one or two things to study. / I now realize that what matters most is DETERMINATION that strong 13 letter words; because I know and as you know that if I set my mind and soul on my dreams I could be what ever I want to be. And I beleive that “WHAT WILL BE WILL BE”.

• I'm sighing too much
  by A. K. Matthews

  I can’t wait for that deep breath—that moment when I can sincerely do nothing. This semester is shit. I’m consistantly on the v…

  I can’t wait for that deep breath—that moment when I can sincerely do nothing. This semester is shit. I’m consistantly on the verge of breakdown. Push through and breathe, Ada. Sut nam and all that jazz. I just want to read. / I just want to write. / I just want to create. I need to turn on my faucet and just let it flow, full blast, until I have something—anything to share with the world. Push through and breathe, Ada. Sut nam and all that jazz.

• life
  by maisy

  its hard, and it gets in your way, but you have to drive on with determination and courage. NEVER can you be afraid.

  its hard, and it gets in your way, but you have to drive on with determination and courage. NEVER can you be afraid.

• New year New determination
  by CherrieB

  Hi All, i’m new to redbubbel and have decided to get a bit pro-active. This year i want to take my art place and get it known by as many …

  Hi All, i’m new to redbubbel and have decided to get a bit pro-active. This year i want to take my art place and get it known by as many people as possible. Something thats not as easy as it sounds. Six years ago i was diagnosed with Fibromialga which in short means i have to live with constant pain and take an handfull of pill four times a day just for starters. Many people i have talked to with the illness have given up in many cases or vegitate. Well this is my fight back, my art is my sanity, and my way at getting back at this illness. So if any of you wish to help check out my work let me know what you think and tell others about it, i want to make 2008 my year.

• The Creative Process
  by foodshelterart

  I need to take a moment to express my excitement of this website. Like many artists I will find excuses to “wait for the muse” which limi…

  I need to take a moment to express my excitement of this website. Like many artists I will find excuses to “wait for the muse” which limits my creative output. I find especially with the barrage of informtion technology allows us, that I am constantly on “input” mode. I go to art galleries, artistic web pages, read amazing books at the bookstore or library,and am INSPIRED! Great for helping me to form ideas but not good for helping me to focus. I have to bring a determination to creative “output” mode and this website, I believe, is the tool I have been looking for. To me, a creative process begins with the input mode as I call it. To move to the next step I need a combination of motivation, inspiration, and resources. I believe it is only when I’ve found a balance of those three things that I can produce “art.” Although I can imagine that it’s quite rare that those three elements would be an equal balance because ideal situations for creating art never are. There is a flux between those three elements and that is where the next step, my DETERMINATION, is so important! I am determined to keep a consistant flow of creativity. To do that I need inspiration and I am inspired by YOU! So what is your motivation, and what are you creating today for me to be inspired by tomorrow? We can help eachother in the creative process, we just need to be determined to do so…..