Dream inspiring
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As I originally only had a small piece of sky when I was fiddling with the extract tool, I have now redone this picture, using a bigger and new piece of sky! This is the original version FEATURED HOMEPAGE 04.11.08 / This would make a lovely card for any equestrian loving person, be it, Birthday, Thank You, any occasion….... Created from an old 35mm shot of me and my old horse Laurence, scanned in. © Copyright 2008 Squealia, All Rights Reserved
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Pastel drawing, scanned peacock feather and Fractal Explorer overlays Let me not mar that perfect dream / by an auroral stain, / but so adjust my daily night / that it will come again. Emily Dickinson
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Pastel drawing, photo and Apophysis layers
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Pastel drawing, scanned peacock feathers and Apophysis overlays
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/ Out of the Fog is a self-portrait photograph taken from artist Jaeda DeWalt’s book/series, Haunting Hands and is part of the DeWalt Gallery collection. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Available for sale as Laminated Prints, Cards, Matted Prints, Posters, Mounted Prints, Canvas Prints and Framed Prints / / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / About This Image / Images originally photographed with Kodak CN400 film (black & white film that’s processed in C-41 chemistry). / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / Out of the Fog I have come out of the fog / Penetrating this filthy haze that taints my innocence / No longer a victim of my past / But rather a survivor, fearlessly exploring my future / Releasing myself from these chains of self-hatred / Shedding the shame that has coated my soul / For too many years Stepping out of this chamber of horrors / In which my mind has been a prisoner / For so long / Lifting off my shoulders the burdens / Of anger and resentment / I have been carrying for this beast Knowing that though I can never forget / I must forgive the evils / Forced upon my flesh / Rather than weak and dependent / I continue to grow resilient and strong Utilizing challenges of the past / As tools to cope with / The struggles that lie ahead / It is now I let go of the victim inside me / Drinking in the freedom from a past / That will no longer bind me © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Chamber / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / browse Jaeda’s photographic art by category: / dreamscapes, artistic nudes, couples, glamour, erotica, conceptual, sensual, portrait, spiritual, survivor art / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— /
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Pastel drawing and Apophysis overlay
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A kind of surreal image of a stream in the winter with a few ps adjustments to give it that surreal look of an image in a dream. I love this stream but the picture itself did not look as good as it could have-I love all the tiny rivers and streams around where I live they always seem so enchanted! HOME PAGE FEATURE FEB 5/09 / TOP TEN IN “THE COLOUR BLUE” -BUBBLER’S WEEKLY THEME CHALLENGE MAR ,09 / FEATURED IN OUT OF THE BLUE, *MADE IN DIGITAL , ALL ABOUT WATER, AND* BUBBLER’S WEEKLY THEME CHALLENGES / also check out: / !
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Pastel drawing, scanned peacock feathers and Apophysis overlay
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Pastel drawing, peacock feathers and Apophysis layers
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Pastel drawing, scanned peacock feather and Apophysis overlays A Dream Within A Dream Take this kiss upon the brow! / And, in parting from you now, / Thus much let me avow- / You are not wrong, who deem / That my days have been a dream; / Yet if hope has flown away / In a night, or in a day, / In a vision, or in none, / Is it therefore the less gone? / All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream. Edger Allen Poe
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This work was inspired by the wonderful poem UMBRELLA of the very talented artist ANAISNAIS / Thank you Anna-Marie for let to share this beautiful poem here. ’’ UMBRELLA / / by Anaisnais There she stands / Centre stage for all to see / Tall and slender / Precariously she balances. I reach out for her / Draw her to me / My hand skims her body / Slowly reaches her skirt. Playful fingers find hidden areas / Delighted her legs spring forth / Displaying the very beauty / Of her delicately placed, adorned skirt. Gaily she dances around / Dizzily twisting and turning / In the brightness of day shading / She gently tends to my needs. Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping / Merrily bobbing up and down / As emotional to her performance / Clouds cry a thousand tears for her. Reaching our destination / Slightly shaken, she leans / Watches me, / Quietly drips, against the wall. Reminiscent of the day’s fulfillment / We acknowledge one another, silently / Restful knowing we shall be / One, once more. ’’ I truly appreciate all your kind comments and support. / All Origional art work can be purchased through the artist. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- Copyright notice: / All rights reserved. All images contained on these pages are © copyright protected by Mariska and any use of these images in any form without written permission will be considered an infringement of these copyrights.
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Pastel drawing and Apophysis overlays
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Your love’s a gathered storm I chased across the sky / A moment in your arms became the reason why / And you’re still the only light that fills the emptiness / The only one I need until my dying breath / And I would give you everything just to / Feel your open arms / And I’m not sure I believe anything I feel And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here And I’m trying to believe / In things that I don’t know / The turning of the world / The color of your soul / That love could kill the pain / Truth is never vain / It turns strangers into lovers / And enemies to brothers / Just say you understand / I never had this planned And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here / Without you here / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here My head lies to my heart / And my heart it still believes / It seems the ones who love us are the ones / That we deceive / But you’re changing everything / You’re changing everything in me And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here (lyrics – Without You Here -Goo Goo Dolls) *S E L F P O R T R A I T morph 1
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This is a journal from my youth, however not a traditional journal. I was a dreamer, a wannabe romantic. This was my place where I stored quotes, pictures, songs, writings of my own, anything that inspired or touched me. I came across it the other day and thought I might try photographing it. I realize the picture is a little cluttered, but that was my intent. I wanted to give it a feeling of being from the past… perhaps victorian, which everything in that era was beautifully cluttered. Then I burned the edges wanting to give it another effect of almost being lost, which it seems sometimes that my passion that I had was almost lost until recently. / Comments are welcome, as are any helpful advice.
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”...It might be alone, but it doesn’t look lonely—it looks warmed, almost” Greeting Card version
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Featured in Image Writing – December 28, 2008 / —-—-—-—-—-— / In my dreams I am walking along the forest trail. I have a white cotton dress on, my hair is tied back with a ribbon, and my bare feet feel cool as they caress the dew on the grass beneath me. I am a child again – young, free, innocent…trusting. Wild daisies frame the wooded trail. Their soft white petals sparkle as the rays from the rising sun kiss the dew on their tips. The flowers giggle as the butterflies and honey bees flutter about their centers. Just like Cinderella, my favorite fairy tale, the bluebirds and chickadees are following me along the trail. Playfully, they tug at the ribbon in my hair and sing their beautiful melodies as they gracefully fly about. The squirrels and chipmunks are busy gathering acorns and the wonderful scent of fallen leaves fills the autumn air. I hear a rustling in the woods. The berry vines along the trail are swaying side to side, giving way to something approaching our cheerful morning parade. I wonder what it could be? Slowly, quietly, two young fawns emurge and shyly ask if they can join us on the trail. I’ve never seen anything so sweet, so majestic, so pure. Their backs are dappled white and their eyes are big, dark and beautiful. The morning sun kisses their cheeks with warmth and sparkles off their eyes like stars. They look like little angels. Yes, I believe they are. In my dreams nature is full of angels. They come in all shapes and sizes – reminding us of the beauty that surrounds us each and every day. Take the time to stop, look, and listen….you just may hear their whispers and be blessed with something magical. / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / My story is inspired by this image and my image by the story. Although we really do have twin fawns around our property (and this is one of them), this is actually a composite of the same fawn I was fortunate enough to capture pictures of – as I walked along the trail in the early morning light :o) / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / ADD RENEE TO YOUR WATCHLIST
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Sally Omar / got inspired by This work and wrote this Poem to go with this Image , Thank you sally / —-—-—-—-- / VIRGIN Her smile like a moonbeam / Eyes like a violet dream / Skin so soft and like milk / Covering her hair with silk / Lips full and ever so red / Words of love never said / Breasts untouched by any hand / Never looked upon by any man / A heart so warm beyond compare / Yet no man has never been near / Her legs so long as she walks / Words so eloquent as she talks / Keeping herself ever so pure / Asking for nothing..wanting more / A woman yet a child / Her temperament so very mild / One day a true love will come along / Sing her a beautiful song / She will give her love so freely / And a VIRGIN she will no longer be.
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Oil Pastel With Acrylic (With Minor Digital Enhancements) Ophelia riding across the lands on a giant colour palette and paintbrushes close to her wings, she hopes to make her little contribution to this world by painting it a better place :D Here’s something she would love to share with you: Where there is Despair,let me paint Hope Where there is Turmoil,let me paint Peace Where there is Fear,let me paint Courage Where there is Grief,let me paint Comfort Where there is Pain,let me paint Restoration Where there is Poverty Of Soul,let me paint Abundance Where there is no Vision,let me paint Sight Where there is Doubt,let me paint Faith Let Me Paint The World A Better Place!! You can view and buy my other “Paint The World A Better Place” creations at my Zazzle Gallery:
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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.
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The Muse. / THE MUSE AND THE MASTER : Collaboration with ELF EVANS : VENUS, CCW20 / caroline caux / Author: caroline caux / Word Count: 176 / browse writing next “The MUSE looked upon her future, / With an inexpressible joy! / Her face was lit by the thought / Of the next passing days , / Where she would immerse totally into / The world , of the Master! / His music escaping from his instrument / With the agility of his fingers, / Embracing the key,they touched. / Sensuality could be felt , / Floating everywhere in the atmosphere! / One could only let go of, / All that was holding tight! / Free at last! / The joy of “knowing” would make, / Diamonds of tears, / Flow gently along the cheeks of the Muse! / The Master was the music itself! / Melody, Symphony, Apassionata, / From one degree to the next. / Crescendo , would / Inflame the soul of the Muse; / Absorbed in Him, / By Him, / By the music, / She would permeate everything that she touched! / He was Her, / She was Him! ” / Author : Caroline Caux 9th May 2006 @ 1am / Copyrights http://www.myfreecopyright.com/registered_mcn/CBC96_0D83A_1AAA9
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved Life as it is… / not knowing from.. / not not knowing where… / not knowing what… / Constant flood… / rooted in mud… / rooted in moods. / Passage mourning, / soul´s vagaries / of prophesized conception, / soul´s wandering in pureness.. / Dark corridor… / seeding pains and joys. / It flows, not knowing, / where… / from… / to… / what. / Time has elapsed, / as it was… / for my consciousness. / Full… of awe. / Water Life pushing out the walls, / the passage.. the narrow earth… / the troubled echo of the light, / until… inch by inch… / the lotusses… mesengers of Life, / will root again… / into the darkest place, / lose their petals.. / and Life… there… go…. go. / Rosa Cobos © Copyright Rosa Cobos . All rights reserved
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©2008 BMoore Photography & Design…................................... / www.bamagirl38.com All Rights Reserved…..............
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Immeasurable time and space ….... capabilities and cosmic awareness. / PLEASE VIEW IN LARGE FORMAT FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS / / ___ / All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. © 2008Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action!
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Inspired by Christopher Cross´s “Sailing”. / Lyrics: / It’s not far down to paradise / At least it’s not for me / And if the wind is right you can sail away / And find tranquility / The canvas can do miracles / Just you wait and see / Believe me It’s not far to never never land / No reason to pretend / And if the wind is right you can find the joy / Of innocence again / The canvas can do miracles / Just you wait and see / Believe me Sailing / Takes me away / To where I’ve always heard it could be / Just a dream and the wind to carry me / And soon I will be free Fantasy / It gets the best of me / When I’m sailing / All caught up in the reverie / Every word is a symphony / Won’t you believe me It’s not far back to sanity / At least it’s not for me / And when the wind is right you can sail away / And find serenity / The canvas can do miracles / Just you wait and see / Believe me
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