Eleven
229 creative works found
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Highlander lane Melbourne. Captured digitally using a Sony Alpha 100 with a 18 – 70mm. / Art Folders… / / Entire Portfolio / Born From This Earth – Series / Hearts At War / Vehicular works / Architecture / Travel / B&W Photography / Transitional Industrial Utopian Series / Abstract / Models and Fashion Photography
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Thailand January 2007
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Scarification is a means of permanently marking the skin by cutting alone, without the use of pigments. The scars may be lighter or darker than your original skin tone and may raise up (keloid scarring). There are many ways to produce a scar but the cut must always penetrate the dermis if a scar is to be produced. The result depends as much on your skin as the method used. Black skin in particular is very good at producing pronounced keloid scars and this is a popular alternative to tattooing for people with very dark skin, for whom a tattoo might not show up very well. In many parts of Africa these scars are marks of beauty and a way to identify someone belonging to a particular group. Scarification also may mark one’s status as a civilized being, adult, or member of a specific ethnic group or initiation association. I spend a day in his school in a remote village of Benin to work on the Art in All of Us activities (www.artinallofus.org). I had really a great time thanks to the kids creativity. Please see some of their works on Benin Gallery ! hope you enjoy !! All proceeds from sales of pictures will go to the art education project of Art in All of Us (WWW.ARTINALLOFUS.ORG)
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you understand
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Inside the mind and heart of an eleven year old boy: / CHARLIE AT ELEVEN I see Peter Pan in your eyes / Although I know that he will soon fly / And the glow that he leaves / Will too soon be replaced / With the growing pains and longings / Of maturity. Now fantasy still exists / And you easily leap from your reality to it / In the shadowed flash of the sun / On your freckled face / And your worst troubles / Give way to undefeatable swords and / Magical beasts. I know your existence, so far, / Has been filled to the proverbial brim / With both loss and oppression / And your young spirit is held at bay / But never broken by mere mortal words / Nor evil ways. I now see the warrior in your eyes / One I know will continue to fight no matter / That reality’s monsters / Are more horrible still / Than even your fertile mind can imagine / Or defeat. I see Peter Pan in your eyes / And I find joy in knowing the boy who flies / Whose young heart still beats on / Whose spirit is true / Lifting the hero inside his core above the voices / Of harm.
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I love a good manicured lawn, don’t you?! Its the cornerstone of any suburban house…... oh and a good letterbox of course ;-P
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One Louder
by benjyWell, it’s one louder isn’t it?
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This shot was grabbed back in 1985 in midtown Manhattan.
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Don’t stop at 10… The latest technological breakthrough has made it possible to make a standard volume control ‘one louder’, so go one better. Go to 11. You’re probably listening (at 11) to yourself playing Union Jack Guitar / or if you’re behind the screen then you’ll need a desk / Stay in touch Subscribe to T-Shirt Updates Subscribe to my T-Shirt blog | visit the blog
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Not the flash boot ones, but still did a sterling job.
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STOCK @SXC.HU Featured in Live, Love, Dream / Featured in aqua, lime or indigo
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Two days of the year Lezay comes out to Thank and Remember family members and friends who lost their lives during the Great War – today the 11th November 2008 the orchestra marched and Les Anciens carried their flags and Flowers and the school children joined the parade with flowers and words of commemoration to say… May 8th is another day in the Calander…....Liberation Day… This is the soldier that stands in the middle of Lezay to commemorate the war to end all wars! Living here in France brings it just that little bit closer to home – how it must have been and how the countryfolk lived…..last night there was a documentary about Albert Kahn and his colour photos of the great war – seeing them made us realise just how awful life would have been for the people here in the middle of it all…. I would like to share this with you – My daughter Chloé came home from Lycée today and said that they had to write a prose as if they are talking to the object or person this is her translation into English from French she is worried it will not make sense so I have also posted in a Journal in both languages I think it fits this photo and is our first Collaboration of which I hope we have more :) Untitled / Oh War, you are the enemy of mothers, / you take our brothers, our sons and our loved ones, / you destroy the countryside, which echoes / with the cries of soldiers,and nobody understands / what you are doing here, / we have had enough already, / don’t you think so? / We lose our lives,our spirits,our reason for living / because who wants to live after seeing / the horror in the fields / the blood which runs / like a river who never stops, / brothers massacred, who will never again wake up. / You bring death upon us, with your malicious spirit, / to see a woman dissolve in tears, / that pleases your vicious mind / who is overjoyed to see / our men trembling, who know that soon / they will die. by Chloe May Smith 12 November 2008 / Chloe’s Work Featured on the Home Page 11 November ‘09 / featured in Images with Words Jan 09 / featured in Statues and Such Nov 08 taken on canon 400d using sigma lens on full zoom at 300mm on P program
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Panasonic DMC-TZ5.
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Not my normal style as you will know…but thought I’d have a go… This is my attempt at a 1950s style pin-up…Vargas (the great pin-up illustrator) was very much into his leggy women so I thought that this unusual pose with Louise may just work…she does have the longest legs I have had in my studio as she stands 6ft 5ins in this outfit…gonna have to get a bigger studio!
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Acrylic on 6×8 inch canvas board
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2001 Abstract Acrylic Mixed Media on 140 lb. Watercolour paper 17×22” It took the eleventh hour of doom for us to wake -up and realize that a whole lot of people in this world love what we have and holds disdain for us…. Itn’t it funny that the world almost all…...puts down America, but if they had the chance to come and live here they are the first in line! If you had fought for her and shed your blood for her…. you would look at her a little different. With all her falts and imperfections I still Love Her, My Lover my everthing. God Bless America Land of my Birth and of my forefathers, with the exception of my Grandpapa.
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Can you see the image of one of the President’s mentioned in the poem? hint – look in the upper right hand corner to find the profile of “a bearded man in the stovepipe hat” (without the hat). I guess our work has his approval. / scroll to the bottom of the description to see where to look. Featured in / Love Is / Country Bumpkin This is a collaboration with VampyreAce. The poem A Tribute to 9/11 is his work – the cloud background is our image. When you leave comments for us, please be sure to stop by his site to let him know your reactions and feelings, too. Thank you. Many Thanks to VampyreAce for allowing us to use his amazing poem. A Tribute to 9/11 Two thousand one, nine eleven / Five thousand plus arrive in heaven. / As they pass through the gate, / Thousands more appear in wait. / A bearded man with stovepipe hat / Steps forward saying, “Lets sit, lets chat.” They settle down in seats of clouds, / A man named Martin shouts out proud, / “I have a dream!” and once he did / The Newcomer said, “Your dream still lives.” Groups of soldiers in blue and gray / Others in khaki, and green then say / “We’re from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine” / The Newcomer said, “You died not in vain.” From a man on sticks one could hear / “The only thing we have to fear. / The Newcomer said, “We know the rest, / trust us sir, we’ve passed that test.” “Courage doesn’t hide in caves / You can’t bury freedom, in a grave,” / The Newcomers had heard this voice before / A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores. A silence fell within the mist / Somehow the Newcomer knew that this / Meant time had come for her to say / What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day. “Back on Earth, we wrote reports, / Watched our children play in sports / Worked our gardens, sang our songs / Went to church and clipped coupons / We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought / Unlike you, great we’re not” The tall man in the stovepipe hat / Stood and said, “Don’t talk like that! / Look at your country, look and see / You died for freedom, just like me” Then, before them all appeared a scene / Of rubbled streets and twisted beams / Death, destruction, smoke and dust / And people working just ‘cause they must Hauling ash, lifting stones, / Knee deep in hell, but not alone / “Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman / Side by side helping their fellow man!” / So said Martin, as he watched the scene / “Even from nightmares, can be born a dream.” Down below three firemen raised / The colors high into ashen haze / The soldiers above had seen it before / On Iwo Jima back in ‘44 The man on sticks studied everything closely / Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly / “I see pain, I see 20 tears, / I see sorrow – but I don’t see fear.” “You left behind husbands and wives / Daughters and sons and so many lives / are suffering now because of this wrong / But look very closely. You’re not really gone. All of those people, even those who’ve never met you / All of their lives, they’ll never forget you / Don’t you see what has happened? / Don’t you see what you’ve done? / You’ve brought them together as one.” With that the man in the stovepipe hat said / “Take my hand,” and from there he led / five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven / On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven. Best Viewed Large / All Post-processing using Gimp 2.6 is done between 11pm – 4am (when the house is quiet) much to the dislike of my husband :( We are proud to say that we have sold 2 (with a possible 3rd sale pending) 13×19 unmounted prints to a private collector (Family-friend).
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16×20 acrylic on canvas panel Kim Turner put a link to Enchanted doll awhile back on one of her works, and opened a can of worms for me. I am in love with these dolls and want to paint them all. The face in this is highly influenced by one of Marina’s dolls. Everything else just happened and when I realized I would have her finished on this powerful 11:11 I knew she carried that energy Featured in / Gatekeeper Detail /
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