Eclectic
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eclectic
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Whether you are new or old to the homeschooling world make your statement as an inclusive homeschooler…really inclusive.
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The ever popular Space Hopper on a t shirt! / . / casse-T-shirt / . / / . / Guitarra GLOW GLOW / . / / . / MORE DESIGNS / . / / / / / / / /
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HDR image of a Steinway Piano at a friends’ home. She’s quite an accomplished artist herself, she painted the images behind the piano in Tuscany Italy. I’m looking for a good title for this image, this piano hasn’t been played in years. This is a re-post of my Silent Night image, this one without the black border. I had taken this to work one day, matted and framed and sold three copies of it that day ….. Taken with Nikon D200 and Tokina 12-24mm lens. My art with 1000+ views / / Have a look art this one as well, can you see the four ghosts in this shot? /
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/ / Cannon 350D / Sigma 50mm 2.8 DG Macro lens / Edited in PSE / Featured in the Featuring the Shadows group on 27 Aug. 2008 Featured in the Art of Glass group on 2 March 2009 Featured in the Art of Glass group on 14 May 2009 /
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A 30 sec. exposure, red and blue pen lights and a wine glass (and many tries). / / / / Won the challenge Words in the group Painting With Light on 4 October 2008. Featured on the HOME PAGE of RedBubble on 4 October 2008 / / / Featured in the Painting With Light group on 7 October 2008 / / Sold as a Card on 14 October 2008 / / Featured in the Photography 101 group on 10 Febuary 2009 / /
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack 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!
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a kind of self portrait… inspired by true events
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A black magnetic sphere on a mirror with a gold reflector. / / / / / Featured 21 Oct. 08 in the group Still Life Photography / Featured 24 Oct. 08 in the group Reflectivity / Featured 25 Oct. 08 in the group Canon DSLR / Featured 28 Oct. 08 in the group Metallic Junktion / Featured 23 Dec. 08 in the group Lost in Space / Featured 5 Jan. 09 in the group Lost in Space / / Canon 350D / Sigma 50mm 2.8 DG Macro lens / Edited in PSE / /
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Best viewed LARGE
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/ / / Featured in the Globes, Spheres and Curves group on 14 Sept. 2008 / Featured in the Domestic Art group on 15 Sept. 2008 / Featured in the A Beautiful Blur group on 8 Dec. 2008 / /
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A single sheet of plain paper. Add some folds and slits and watch the paper magically transform. / / / / / Featured in the Featuring the Shadows group on / 1 October 2008 / Featured in the Lines group on 2 October 2008 / /
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Reflection in a drop of liquid metal. / / / / / Featured in the Metallic Junktion group on 26 Jan. 2009 / /
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Originally called Tran5pir3d for my “Eclectic Metamorphosis” stage of development. To me this piece is about: Feeling constrained by vanity. / I often feel suffocated by my own portrayal of beauty. I know how others see me and I see myself differently… I see my flaws. (often the reason for manipulating my self portraits) I realize, I should not worry about it and be myself.. but, that can be difficult. (just be yourself!) This piece was also published in…. Catharsis Magazine, check it out! / http://www.catharsismagazine.com/index.html
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Another sheet of paper, more cuts and folds and viola’! / / / / / / Featured in the Featuring the Shadows group on 5 October 2008.
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Alternative worlds, daydream thoughts and laments. / Sure you´ve never been there?
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Each day you take a little more of me, / You place each piece within your heart, / All that remains is an empty shirt for all the world to see, / Keep the rest safe and loved that we may never part…....
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i listened well / the story dwell / oh my her head did swell….. “ya have one spi-der” / and ya have double headed snake no not fake / then add a most vicious scorpion. till that day ya know she would say…. well no we did not know the spi in der co bra 2 sheets green caught her scorp in ANOTHERS LAIR / oh my we would sing then what….yea we knew this is five merges of a simple drawing with prisma color. took photo. then layed the five using the brilliant colors of artrage2, then back to corel to fit, then to microsoft for perspective. and more than five these merges yet i do so love this artform. rapidly becoming second love for one must think carefully yet sometimes let those happy mistakes. an old quote i love only a woman thinggggyyy noooottt that was the day paddy chased the snakes out which hmmm, and the scorpion….hmmmm and back then well spiders had 4 legs not eight, and we realized that granny may have lost it…. for she said….no lies we should have kept the 2 headed snake, let it eat paddy….light the scorpions caddy, and then there would be spiders and snakes no scorpions so silly they would rather sting themselves in the back than meet that black, silvery, green jake… we never got it….dont try it makes ya cry. for she was from Ireland and we thought ok must be an irish thing….hmmmm
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Featured in the group Painting With Light on 16 Dec. 2008 / /
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Neon Buddha and lace – a meeting of sensibilities photography and digital media collage
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Fractal images created by yours truly. All images were rendered with Fractal Explorer. Some had postwork done using Paint.Net.
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a variety of my variety :)
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At our recent Papua New Guinea Independence Day celebration, my youngest son (bottom) and two friends dressed up in Chimbu tribal costumes to take part in a parade. They were hot and tired from posing for many pictures with people, but I asked them for one more shot… / /
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