Dreaming freedom
302 creative works found
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Imagine if this child could swap places with those on the other side of the wall. Even for a day. Imagine what he might find, what he might lose, what he might think. Imagine what he might do with his new-found privilege. Imagine. I imagine that’s what he’s imagining. The possibilities are endless.
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Sitting, waiting for the others in a church in Northern Rwanda, my eyes wandered, taking in the room. To tell the truth I was tired and bored and in need of a day off. Over the other side of the room sat this young man, alone. I’m not sure what he was doing there. Waiting for his Mother maybe? I wondered, should I take a shot? If he saw me it could be really uncomfortable. I mean I was really close and I couldn’t pretend I was photographing anyone else. Anyway I thought, ‘I’ll sneak a shot in.’ So, I raised the camera and started to muck around with the shot. And then he looked up. I cringed behind the lens and just sat there, frozen. He didn’t divert his gaze. For several seconds we stared at each other me on one side of the camera, him on the other. Finally I pressed the shutter. His expression remained exactly the same. I lowered the camera and returned his stare, this time with no mechanical device between us. It sounds corny but something travelled between us. An absolute realisation that we were right there, in the same place at the same time. He didn’t dismiss me or put me down. He stood right on the same level. It was unique.
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Took a different approach for the photoshpcreative07 competition and decided to reverse the concept. Here a lone survivor condemned to a future of infinite chaos manages to escape back into a alternate past of infinite possibility. This could be a physical escape or projected from within the travellers mind; an internal escape to fantasy, much like the ending of Brazil. Have since sold the image for use on the cover of the Griffith Review – yay.
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Acrylic on canvas and computer art. Painting=1000×740 mm / We know when we make the right decision, there is a free flow of energy in the body, this is our innate instinct, guiding the way….
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This shot is one of my favourites because it tells such a story. In the forground is a wallet being held by one of my colleagues Bart. He is buying the basket being held by the Rwandan woman in the middle of the shot. All eyes are on the transaction. This represents life and death in Africa as much as any other portrait. It is positive, but you can also feel the tension, the need, the hope. All proceeds to charity. I might even buy this myself. – Dog photography – Africa photography / - Beach photography - Black & white photography – Dog photography – Africa photography / - Beach photography - Monotone photography
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This shot is taken in the north of Rwanda near the DR Congo border. It showcases the absurd beauty of this broken land. Known as the land of one thousand hills Rwanda is bursting at the seams. This shots is part of the ‘world’s most expensive card’ promotion initiated by John Robb. It has raised close to $700 AUD so far.
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Imagine if this child could swap places with us? / Even for a day. / Imagine what he might find, what he might lose, what he might think. / Imagine what he might do with his new-found privilege. / Imagine. / I imagine that’s what he’s imagining. / The possibilities are endless. Also available as a Christmas card – Full size. /
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I was in northern Rwanda in April 2007 as a volunteer with an aid group and we had stopped to talk with people at a local church. The town was Rhuengeri, it sits close to the border with the Democratic Republic of Congo and has the unfortunate reputation as having been home to a number of those who perpetrated the horrific genocide of 1994. / The atmosphere in Rwanda is one of pervading ‘brokeness.’ Millions of orphans live side by side with those who tortured and massacred their families 14 few, short years ago. Millions more suffer the newer enemy – HIV Aids and countless others wander ghost like in a state it seems of perpetual shock, haunted by the past and overwhelmed by the concept of a future. / This was April. The official month of mourning. When people publicly face what privately never leaves them. / I was sitting on a step tired and desperate for fresh air when I looked into the crowd that inevitably gathered wherever we were. / This woman, is by my guess perhaps 30 and she is as are most, dirt poor. / I was absolutely transfixed by her and her child. / She seemed to me to sum up so much of what I saw. / Love and desperation and yes, compassion. / Her breast is bone dry and cracked and yet she tries to feed her baby. Perhaps it is the hope inherent in the action which feeds her. / At the same time, she looks totally preoccupied by her struggle for survival. / What is she thinking as she gazes into the middle ground? / My thought is, ‘where is the next meal.’ Where will she get it from? How will she share it? And upon finishing it, where will she find the next one? / I was overwhelmed by seeing the reality of those who live literally from hour to hour, day after exhausting day. / It confronted me then. / It continues to confront me now. / – Dog photography – Africa photography / - Beach photography - Black & white photography – Dog photography – Africa photography / - Beach photography - Monotone photography
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! THOU SHALT NOT STEAL MY ART / / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / A ROSE IS A ROSE / / / Smudge Art TM. / Fractal art / Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited*
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Taken on a boat crossing the St-Lauwrence river.I would easily offer a card like that to help somebody make the best choice to feel free. /
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The need to escape the fetters that bind us. We all want freedom or do we? Are any of us really free? By popular choice, I thought I should upload this as a separate image.
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The need to escape the fetters that bind us. We all want freedom or do we? Are any of us really free? Another version. Which is best?
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/6266450/ / (Please do not repost this on Photobucket or Flickr!) / —-—-—-—-——- “Who’s to say where the wind will take you / Who’s to say what it is will break you / I don’t know / Which way the wind will blow Who’s to know when the time has come around / Don’t want to see you cry / I know that this is not goodbye It’s somewhere I can taste the salty sea / There’s a kite blowing out of control on the breeze / I wonder what’s gonna happen to you / You wonder what has happened to me….” – Kite by U2 FULL VIEW IS BEST —-—-—-——- Model: syccas-stock original found at http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/35051851/ / Textures: dholms – used by permission / Background: Unrestricted stock at http://www.sxc.hu http://www.sxc.hu/photo/15421 / Kite: personal stock / brushes: redheadstock.deviantart.com
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WARNING / ©2008 Globalphotos All rights reserved. / All photographs, text and images by Globalphotos are the exclusive property of Globalphotos – protected under Australian and international copyright laws. / These images may not be reproduced, copied or manipulated without written permission. / No use for Public Domain. / Use of any image for another photographic concept or illustration is a violation of copyright.
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8 in my Perpetual Motion series. Another moment in childhood when you let yourself wander with daydreams and adventures. Pencil on Vellum paper. Photo reference by Helen Bascom /
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Acrylic on canvas / Painted as a dedication to my sister DeeDee and my good friend Maggie’s daughter Jessica…both suffer from MS…..both are my sweet little heros…..they are amazing, with all their determination and will…
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Palm Silhouettes / Sunset Christmas Day on Maui The Adventurer “Dusk on the sea; the fading twilight shifts / The night wind bears the ocean’s whisper dim wind, on your bosom many a phantom drifts - A silver star climbs up the blue world rim. / Wind, make the green leaves dance above me here And idly swing my silken hammock – so; / Now, on that glimmering molten silver mere / Send the long ripples wavering to and fro. / And let your moon-white tresses touch my face And let me know your slim-armed, cool embrace While to my dreamy soul you whisper low. Dream – aye, I’ve dreamed since last night left her tower And now again she comes on star-soled feet. Welcome, old friend; here in this rose-gemmed bower I’ve drowsed away your Sultan’s golden heat. Here in my hammock, Time I’ve dreamed away For I have but to stretch a hand out, lo, I’m treading languorous shores of Yesterday, Moon-silvered deserts or the star-weird snow; I float o’er seas where ships are purple shells, / I hear the tinkle of the camel bells / That waft down Cairo’s streets when dawn winds blow. South Seas! I watch when dusky twilight comes Making vague gods of ancient, sea-set trees. / The world path beckons – loud the mystic drums – Here at my hand the magic golden keys / That fit the doors of Romance, / Wonder, / strange / Dim gossamer adventures; seas and stars. Why, I have roamed the far Moon Mountain range When sunset minted gold in shimmering bars. / All eager eyed I’ve sailed from ports of Spain / And watched the flashing topaz of the Main / When dawn was flinging witch fire on the spars. / I am content in dreams to roam my fill / The vagrant, drifting sport of wind and tide, / Slave of the greater freedom, venture’s thrill; / Here every magic ship on which I ride. Gold, green, blue, red, a priceless treasure trove, More wealth than ever pirate dared to dream. / My hammock swings – about the world I rove. / The sunset’s dusk, the dawning’s glide and gleam, Moon-dappled leaves are murmuring in the wind Which whispers tales. Lo, Tyre is just behind, Through seas of dawn I sail, / Romance abeam.” ~ by Robert Ervin Howard My images do not belong to the public domain and may not be reproduced in any manner whatsover without my express written authorization. / Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi / 25 December 2008 19:25:33 / Tv Shutter Speed 1/250 / Av Aperture Value 10.0 / ISO 100 / Lens EF28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM / Focal Length 28.0 mm Currently with 995 Views and 1 Sale
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The White Dove / 16” x 24” Acrylic / . / Music by Enigma / Silence Must Be Heard. / Push the Limits. / Sensing The Spheres. / . 693 views so far / . Featured in Angel Wings and Heaven / . / Featured in Alternative Christmas Images / . / Featured in Impressionism Cafe / . / Featured in C.O.R.E / . / . I fill my days with you. Everyday is something new. / With stars grew bright of stories from the past, present and future. / And it’s all because of you. / ~Ming Myaskovsky / . / . / .
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ballpoint pen on drawing paper. I felt like doing something surreal, conceptual and cartoonish. late 2007.
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model is: / http://alinepotter-stock.deviantart.com/ / sky and textures my own this image has been digitally watermarked and if stolen or used without my permission can be tracked online Break Away by Kelly Clarkson Grew up in a small town / And when the rain would fall down / I’d just stare out my window / Dreaming of what could be / And if I’d end up happy / I would pray Trying hard to reach out / But when I tried to speak out / Felt like no one could hear me / Wanted to belong here / But something felt so wrong here / So I’d pray / I could break away I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly. / I’ll do what it takes till I touch the sky. / Make a wish, take a chance, / Make a change, and break away. / Out of the darkness and into the sun. / But I won’t forget all the ones that I love. / I’ll take a risk, take a chance, / Make a change, and break away Wanna feel the warm breeze / Sleep under a palm tree / Feel the rush of the ocean / Get onboard a fast train / Travel on a jetplane / Far away / And break away I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly. / I’ll do what it takes till I touch the sky. / Make a wish, take a chance, / Make a change, and break away. / Out of the darkness and into the sun. / But I won’t forget all the ones that I love. / I’ll take a risk, take a chance, / Make a change, and break away Buildings with a hundred floors / Swinging with revolving doors / Maybe I don’t know where they’ll take me / Gotta keep movin on movin on / Fly away / Break away I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly. / Though it’s not easy to tell you goodbye / Take a risk, take a chance, / Make a change, and break away. / Out of the darkness and into the sun. / But I won’t forget the place I come from / I gotta take a risk, take a chance, / Make a change, and break away / Breakaway / Break away
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A FEATURED WORK “Freedom” – An International Collaboration / Photograph by: Laureen Raftopulos – South Africa / Poem by: Leon A. Walker – United States / Image layout by: Lilith – Netherlands I have to extend a huge Thank You to Laureen for lending me her wonderful image to combine with my work. I think it’s beautiful and I appreciate your willingness to work together!!! You can find more of Laureen’s work here: / Laureenr
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