Dreaming hoping
366 creative works found
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“When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into darkness of the unknown. Faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.” Patrick Overton.
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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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This child watched through a broken window as we worked inside. It’s times like this when the natural, uncontrived symbolism of circumstance just presents itself to you and all you have to do is click. There was not pretence, no staging, no crap. Just reality. It still engages me now. Look at his eyes. What is he thinking? He’s aching. He is full on aching. How can I help them more, how can I help them more, how can I help them more… Please give if you can or pass it on to someone else. That’s giving too. All proceeds to charity. NOW AVAILABLE AS A CHRISTMAS CARD! /
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View Big On Black Here Watch an AMV to this song HERE Lie awake in bed at night and / think about your life / do you want to be different / Try to let go of the truth / the battles of your youth / cause this is just a game It’s a beautiful lie / it’s a perfect denial / such a beautiful lie to believe in / So beautiful beautiful lie it makes me It’s time to forget about the past / to wash away what happened last / Hide behind an empty face / don’t ask too much the same / cause this is just a game It’s a beautiful lie / it’s a perfect denial / such a beautiful lie to believe in / So beautiful beautiful lie it makes me Everyone is looking at me / I’m running round in circles angry / A quiet desperation’s building higher / I’ve got to remember this is just a game It’s a beautiful lie / it’s a perfect denial / such a beautiful lie to believe in / So beautiful beautiful lie it makes me 30 Seconds To Mars
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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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Stock pic of BG provided by Don Wright. http://www.eyefetch.com/image.aspx?ID=651251 “The childhood memories(or flashbulb pictures as they are commonly referred to) of my parents are all larger than life, looming demons of fury. Twisted angry faces, lunging at me quicker than I can get away from them, hands grabbing me, hitting me, HURTING me. Huge features…the point of view from the child who is physically much smaller than they are. I always try and remember that when I am dealing with my daughter. Get down on the floor…don’t tower over her when I’m angry. Fear is not want I want her to remember me by. / / It’s in me though…there have been moments of pure rage and fury when I have wanted to pick her up and force her to do my bidding. I walk away…I give myself a time out instead of giving her one. I found her in my arms once with that look on her face….she was scared. / I wanted to throw up. / I live everyday comparing myself to my parents. I’ve learned everything I should NEVER do from them. / If I do the opposite of what they would have done we might just be O.K. /
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All the women dream about their prince on a white horse….I was close this time ;)
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Mix medium photograph of a nest with 3 eggs and the Chinese characters LOVE, TRUST DREAM FORTUNE.
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I had a dream, / A dream so profound / That written words could not express it, / Only tears; / No verbal language could convey it, / Only visions. / This dream spoke in music, it played out in light, / It flickered and danced in emotional tremors / That originated from a source beyond the heart. It manifested within me but not of me / And hovered freely beyond me. / Elusive, I tried to grasp its full meaning, / But could only see it when I closed my eyes, / I could only feel it, when I let it go. / The dream had wings and I felt / The rush of air as it lifted me. We were as we were meant to be – / Released from the heavy chains of our humanity, / Risen above the petty materialism and power struggles / That we once thought defined us. / We had relinquished the ironies of our need for separation from others / That wrestled constantly with our deepest yearning for belonging and unity, / We had softened into our connection with the Earth / And felt her heartbeat as our own, / We had begun to tread more tenderly upon the face of / The one who sustains us, / And remembered again, / To honour the beauty that she held up in her mirror. / Our recognition grew in the knowing that what we saw in our world / Was but a reflection of what we held inside, / Of Who we truly are, / And that the choice between fear and love was our very own, / Not the whim of a distant God. In this moment, we had grown wings, / And through the very lightness of our awakening…. / We had reached beyond our human limitations / And soared free.
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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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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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rotating drum lens camera 130deg. field – no cropping, no stitching. Velvia 100F. / ©T.Middleton2007 / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— / / see more of my TRUE panoramic photography below / / / / more of my black &white photography can be seen at / Black and White
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acrylic on canvas / 30×40 /
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Captured using a Minolta 7000 with a 28 – 75mm using Fuji 35mm film. Southern Cross Station in Melbourne. This image was selected for exhibition at this years (May 2007) Churchie National Emerging Art Exhibition, affectionately known as the “Churchie”. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / This image will be on display and for sale at the Strathcona Art show 7th – 9th September 2007 at Tay Creggan in Hawthorn. / The image will be presented framed, matted & signed. All my signed work comes limited in Edition. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / This and another three images are to be featured in an exhibiton themed “4 World Photographers” where four photographers have been chosen to exhibit four of their best works. The exhibition is being held at the GaleriaZero in Barcelona Spain from 21st September to 18th October 2007. The four images I have chosen to exhibit are 1 2 3 4 / . / Vehicular works / Architecture / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Beautiful Humans / Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / . / / . / You can also listen to PLV’s music / . / Please take a look at the wonderful work of / Kitsmumma / / . / This image also comes printed on a t-shirt / / ______ Thank you again to Arcangelina / for writing a poem inspired by this image! / Read the poem here / . / / . / other works to view / . / / . / / . / / . / / . / / . / / . / / . / / /
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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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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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I saw this rusted frame of a bike on the borders of this wheat field, when I saw it it reminded me of the times I spent as a kid wheeling around my own bike with a hockey card in the spokes and the flag raised high on the back and I even had a streamer or two flapping in the wind off my handlebars. To me this old rusted frame symbolizes the wonderful experiences of a fantastic childhood full of laughter, smiles and fond memories, but time is our enemy and for many of us it fades our once cherished memories to distant glimmers that flicker by on rare occasions, and like this old rusted frame are soon forgotten and will eventually fade completely. / / This replaces a previous version of the image Lost & Found. / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / /
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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 think we all agree, it’s not easy being an artist….this is a reflection of me, my life. You can also visit my ZAZZLE gallery for more products:
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Hope is a waking dream … is a quote by Aristotle by I really like this poem too. Hope Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul, / And sings the tune—without the words, / And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; / And sore must be the storm / That could abash the little bird / That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, / And on the strangest sea; / Yet, never, in extremity, / It asked a crumb of me. by Emily Dickinson I Fractal created in Apophysis.
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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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