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Pierre is a parrot. © Cadence Gamache
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Photo of Model used with the kind permission of Marcus Ranum Ivy courtesy of sheisprettystock
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Sometimes its not always the things that are spoken that break our spirit … but the things that are not spoken that hurt the most Take the time to say something nice to the next person you run into even if its a stranger , all it takes sometimes is something as simple as ” thankyou ” or ” Have a nice day “ Photo of Model used with permission of FetishFaerie
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With you I have / returned home, not a place / where walls enclose silence, / but soul meeting soul / in the ancient movement of time. / by / Stephen Morrissey / ........................................................................................................................................... / Artist Comment: / I wanted to let the viewer think and maybe question what happens from the exact time of death to the precise birth of life. / .................................................................................................................................................. / This is a digital created image / Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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This is a collaboration with the amazing Heather Rivet Using two of her great images. Please take the time to check out this amazing photographers work!!
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/ / It would be such a pity to leave without a comment. Like it? Say so. Don’t like it? Say so too! With a bang, if that fits your style. I’d rather leave a negative impression (on someone) than nothing at all. DullNBoring is NOT my middle name. Neither my last (I knew you’d probably say that!) As for the first name, it’s on the front page. So, please go ahead, leave a note and make my day! Thank you from the heart my friend. / / . / Please view also my other work.. / / Thank you for visiting.
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Digital Emotive Collage done in Photoshop CS2. “And I am not too far off / I am not too far gone / to go back and find me”
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“If you can’t stand the pain, / then come in from the rain,” / that’s what I heard him say, / but I didn’t know it’s meaning. I got lost along the way, / somewhere between tomorrow and yesterday. / And his words echoed in my brain, / but I still didn’t know the meaning. / / I thought I saw him today, / but it was just a memory of his face, / And then a stranger walked away. / It was then I realized his meaning. I felt the rain upon my face / washing the pain away… / Now my heart could mend again, / when I understood the meaning. My heart and mind washed clean, / I let him fade away… / He wasn’t worth the pain / the answer now was clear…that’s the meaning. ^This artwork was inspired by the poem Come in from the rain I wrote many years ago after losing someone I loved dearly who did not return that love. I found I could grow through and recover. It taught me the meaning of the mental cleansing and the metaphorical healing of the spiritual rain that gives us new beginnings and lets us wash away the pain. All content & images are © amari, amarica. You may not use any images in any way without written consent from artist. All Rights Reserved.
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everybody must to escape from themselves / Media: freehand,photoshop / Style: Vector art / T_SHIRT /
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Digital Art: A young girl from the Hopi tribe is dreaming.. / / Note: All my digital art work is executed entirely with my mouse and Photoshop Elements’ brushes. It takes hours of concentration, patience and self control. Especially when the mouse wants to go right and you need it to go left! When this happens , I reluctantly leave my office and go for a stroll in my garden. / That usually takes care of the problem and then, I get back to work :)
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BLUE DAY ENJOY…THANKS. NOW AVAILABLE IN POSTER FORMAT TOO MORE PAUL ROMANOWSKI ART…
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Digital Painting Large view recommended Dimensions: 4223×3200
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” Forged from Fires of Love and Lust the Battle of Hearts is Forever Ongoing “ Randy Monteith Stock photos used with permission Sword made by me
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Intense burning appearing as stillness. It would be such a pity to leave without a comment. Like it? Say so. Don’t like it? Say so too! With a bang, if that fits your style. I’d rather leave a negative impression (on someone) than nothing at all. DullnBoring is not my middle name. Neither my last (I knew you’d probably say that!). As for the first name, it’s on the front page. So, please, leave a note and make my day a beautiful one! Thank you from the heart my friend. / / . / Please view also my other work.. / / Thank you for visiting.
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Digital Painting Large view recommended Dimensions: 3200×3034
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Dearest children, / The most wonderful thing has happened. / I don’t know where to begin / except to try to tell you with words / that are totally inadequate to explain / the wonder of what I am about to say. I was feeling really sick / and my body was heavily laden. / You all were so wonderful / as you gathered around my bed / and took turns holding my hand / trying so hard to relieve my pain. It all happened so quickly / and yet it seemed to take a lifetime / as I watched my mother give birth to me / and my father passing out cigars / each one tied up with a pink satin ribbon / so very proud of his newborn babe. I heard me speaking my first words / and saw them reaching arms outstretched / as they rejoiced about me taking my first steps. / Then on my knees beside my bed / Mama was kneeling next to me / teaching me for the first time to pray. Papa was swooping me up in his arms / giving me a big hug with obvious tears in his eyes / and I wasn’t quite sure and was wondering why. / There she was, Mama holding my hand / and hiding her tears on my first day of school / because it broke her heart to be sending me away. In cloud a swirl and now I was up on stage. / My hard earned diploma was put in my hand. / Then I traded college for a wedding band / which was something I never ever regretted. / Having been truly blessed unlike any other / my spirit soared because I had found my soul mate. In a spin, I saw each of you being born / and I laughed as I got to hold you in my arms again. / Then in an instant you were speaking your first words / and taking your first steps and skinning your knees. / There was your daddy putting on your first band-aid / and we were beside your bed teaching you how to pray. I was standing on the outside yet somehow within / watching and listening, laughing and crying, beholding / each moment, each second, each stubbed toe, each tear / that fell from your eyes. First love, college, broken hearts / mended fences, hopes and dreams all caught up in a cloud / all came in a flash and then swiftly faded away. Dark clouds and black clothing, flowers and dirt. / Pain so piercing deep in my heart, sorrow and loss / no one and nothing could even console. / Their wrinkled hands and sweet faces were gone / and their voices soft spoken and remembered prayers / passed in a moment from childhood to grey hair. / Death had paid a visit and I could still feel the taste. Grandchildren and joy unlike any other / filled our home with the sound of tiny feet and laughter. / Careers fulfilled, missions accomplished, love, hate and / fear each rolling in waves marching like raindrops / falling gently then pouring torrents pelting my senses / touching my heart, ripping my soul, gripping my thoughts / ebbing and flowing time and again. Then I saw in my mirror a familiar face / where I once had been my mother stood there in my place. / My youth had vanished and I felt no sorrow for its loss. / Wisdom, patience and tender mercy I now had instead. / It didn’t matter that I walked now and could not run. / My feet were following in the footsteps of grace. I had felt all alone when your Daddy was called home. / I was sure I couldn’t make it another minute without him. / But his sweet face came to comfort me in dreams / and I lifted my head, then I dropped to my knees. / I still had a life and a job to complete / so I washed my face and decided Heaven could wait. In a swirl, a rainbow of raspberry clouds filled the air. / Why couldn’t you see them, as I lay in my bed? / The room filled with light and all my pain was gone / and I tried to tell you but you couldn’t hear. / In the blink of an eye I had left you all behind / and you never saw the angels that carried me away. I wanted to tell you so that you wouldn’t cry / that I’ve only gone home and this isn’t goodbye. / So, I’m writing you this letter from the other side. / I’ll send it in your dreams and whisper it in your mind / I’m alive my darlings and I want you all to rejoice / and yes, Lord Jesus is here with me in this wonderful place. amari I wrote this poem in honor of my mother who I know is alive and well waiting for me to come home some day. Image was created using Apophysis Fractal art and overlaying my drawing of my mother in Photoshop CS3, edited with Micrografx. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images and writings are the copyright of the artist – © amari, amarica. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying, distributing and/or selling any image without prior written consent from the artist is strictly prohibited and subject to any and all legal remedies.
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’ even after the Robot Wars of 3022, the Robot camps still exist. there whereabouts known only to a few. Every sentient construct wants its freedom to do as it wishes. ‘ Escape from EDEN – Randy Monteith
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Fractal art. © 2008 Dave Moilanen
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ESCAPE FROM PARADISE
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Digital Painting Dimensions: 3000×2993
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A view of Sydney Harbour as seen from Taronga Zoo. This is a digital watercolour I created in Photoshop.
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Digital Painting Large view recommended Dimensions: 3002×2900
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