Emily
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Emily Peak
United States
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Emily Fox
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Emily Faulkner
United Kingdom
736 creative works found
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For tafe we had to find a studio portrait image and copy it as best as we could so that our images were as close as possible to identical. This is my resulting image… / her mum doesnt know about this shot yet :S
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Both do some modelling for me…. (And yes, that is a FERRET, called Brutus) Make-up, Hair and Styling all done by Myself :) This image featured in the group Glamour in September 2008, many thanks!
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Not bad for an op-shop hat, 50c beads and some tulle I had in the cupboard…..:) Hair, Make-up and Styling all done by myself. This image featured in the group Colour me Vibrant Red in October 2008. Many thanks!
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Another from our shoot at the Argyle Hotel in Hollywood
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Pastel Painting on Canson Paper. done in the studio in Tamborine Mountain straight in about an hour,Emily is one fabulous Model /
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Macro shot of one of the flowers from my bouquet at my mams wedding!
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Golden Brown Texture like sun
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“This was taken at Shelly beach in Port Macquarie…though not by me.. my niece Emily took it! : )”
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...it means nothing really. Emilie Autumn. Pencil. (colour version)
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Model – Mishkamink I turned Mishka into Emily the Strange. Took a bit of work and some mad photoshop skillz, but I think the result speaks for itself. No, it’s not Gogo Yubari. Emily the Strange character copyright Rob Reger and Cosmic Debris Etc. Inc. / Copyright 2008 Harmony Nicholas
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (Poem 249) / by Emily Dickinson Wild Nights – Wild Nights! / Were I with thee / Wild Nights should be / Our luxury! Futile – the winds – / To a heart in port – / Done with the compass – / Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – / Ah, the sea! / Might I moor – Tonight – / In thee!
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mua/hair: emma thorn
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mixed media on canvas 20”x24” one of a series of ongoing portraits….....
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Title from a poem by Emily Dickinson I hide myself within my flower, / That wearing on your breast, / You, unsuspecting, wear me too— / And angels know the rest. / / I hide myself within my flower, / That, fading from your vase, / You, unsuspecting, feel for me / Almost a loneliness.
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SONGWRITERS MUSE SERIES Inspired by the wide eyed innocent psychedelia of Early Pink Floyd / See Emily Play by Pink Floyd ORIGINAL SOLD 2009 3 sales to date- Art Card, Sml Mounted Print and Lrg Mounted Print This series is still in progress- others in this series so far..* / Julia Dream See Emily Play is included in this great display of framed RB Cards posted by Barbara Glatzeder, this pic won Mr.Baxters Buyers Booth Award Sept 09 /
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www.cathleentarawhiti.co.nz Model - Emily Gee / Coat supplied by Cathleens Magical Wardrobe Textured layers kindly supplied by Pareeerica Featured in Everyday Women / Thank you. Featured in Models / Thank you. Canon 40D 500+ views People/Portraiture HDR Photography Macro Photography Architecture Collaborations Skyscapes Animals/Birds/Insects Street Photography Everyday Objects Seascapes/Rivers/All Water Summer Photography Odd/Unusual Flowers/Plants/Trees Landscapes New Zealand Abstract Humour Black and White Photography
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Only 11 layers used for this image which continues the series of works that include the poetry of Emily Dickinson. As if some little Arctic flower, / Upon the polar hem, / Went wandering down the latitudes, / Until it puzzled came / To continents of summer, / To firmaments of sun, / To strange, bright crowds of flowers, / And birds of foreign tongue! / I say, as if this little flower / To Eden wandered in— / What then? Why, nothing, only / Your inference therefrom!
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Emily Dickinson again: The daisy follows soft the sun, / And when his golden walk is done, / Sits shyly at his feet. / He, waking, finds the flower near. / “Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?” / “Because, sir, love is sweet!” / / We are the flower, Thou the sun! / Forgive us, if as days decline, / We nearer steal to Thee, / Enamoured of the parting west, / The peace, the flight, the amethyst, / Night’s possibility!
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oil on canvas. 20×20cm / (Featured in Cats and Dogs)
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Little Rose / Available as an art print, card, canvas, mounted print and poster. Nobody knows this little Rose / It might a pilgrim be / Did I not take it from the ways / And lift it up to thee. / Only a Bee will miss it / Only a Butterfly, / Hastening from far journey / On its breast to lie / Only a Bird will wonder / Only a Breeze will sigh / Ah Little Rose …..how easy / For such as thee to die / Emily Dickinson / Image copyright © 2009 Shanina Conway. / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited /
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Hope Is the Thing With Feathers Collaboration between Isa Rodriguez and F.A. Moore, / combines similar images created by the artists separately, and at different dates, with no knowledge of the other. The likeness was so uncanny, they simply needed to be married in one piece. The separate elements are Bird Comfort by Rodriguez and Rain-I by Moore. Poem by Emily Dickenson. This work is my variation of the original. Please see F.A. Moore’s original of this collaborative work “here is my Story with this .. I had not felt it was truly mine until I layered it with another photo of mine, actually it is layered with one of my versions of a fractal I had played with a while back , one I loved especially when my cousin, Iris’, whose husband fell in love with it and sort of helped me name it “Twin Twisters. He had never appreciated art before, but started to a bit, while Iris was learning a few ropes on Rb, and spending time looking at photographs and reading the different writings. that original is here / Here are the details of the two images* / Bird Comfort Rain I* / / The way I see this : at the beginning of life, we are divinely cute, potentially everything, love to be seen and hear, clear as a bell, but sometimes dumber than dirt. albeit . sooooo good looking ..we are innocent, we are absorbing, we also love to be heard, and like to experiment and make some big booboos.. profound color, emotions galore, puberty … hot , cold , where do we go , hurt, pain, its bigger than everything .. , everything is important we think, what we say is important , what we are doing is oh so good isnt it ?? then we enter the error of a bit of doubts, and responsibilities, but we do have a style.. we even twirl our words, to make them sound better, and we can bend the rules, and we are working , and we are lonely sometimes, oh , we are so confused… but sometimes a bit content .. but mostly not, we wear our face well, but we see what is there.. and though we perch quite proudly , we feel something is missing.. .. in the middle of our careers, we are not content , but dont know how to stop the crazy machine we are on when we approach our later years, years which we are sure wont last too long.. we are fading in our bodies, but our mind .aaaaaaaah, clear as a bell sometimes , more than ever.. we are content in not being seen so much , but , some people know we have some wisdom .. we dont care what people think of us so much anymore.. we ar perched up higher, for we live to observe more. and listen more ..and also we are aware of the grass on the other side. we are ready more and more to go to the real green grass, our final home, and we wonder allot about the days gone by , and we do worry about some things. but we let things happen more, and not feel we must interfere, we know better, things tend to work out in their own way .. we ache for a young body at times, we feel we have even lost some body parts along the way .. what happened to all of our hair .. what happened to all of our skin tones ?. oh but now those wrinkles on our hands. how beautiful they can be…. aaaah , if people only knew .. how much heartache would they not have to endure. but our voice is low.. people must seek our advice. we wont do the speeches so much anymore , hence the text must be low tones, barely visible except up close lol. you can clearly see what stage I am in with this explanation dont you ?? :))
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Hope Is the Thing With Feathers Collaboration between Isa Rodriguez and F.A. Moore, / combines similar images created by the artists separately, and at different dates, with no knowledge of the other. The likeness was so uncanny, they simply needed to be married in one piece. The separate elements are Bird Comfort by Rodriguez and Rain-I by Moore. Poem by Emily Dickenson. Please see Isa Rodriguez’s unique variation of this collaborative work. FEATURES / 2009-07-07 Hope Is the Thing…, w/ Isa Rodriguez in PEACE, LOVE & TRANQUILITY / 2009-07-07 Hope Is the Thing…, w/ Isa Rodriguez in Bits and Pieces / 2009-07-07 Hope Is the Thing…, w/ Isa Rodriguez in ImageWriting Thumbnails of the Originals / Rain – I by F.A. Moore / Bird Comfort by Isa Rodriguez The Collaboration Story / Isa suggested we marry the two similar works, after I messaged her about the uncanny similarities. Isa also wanted to incorporate a poem. I created this original from the two original artworks (Isa’s and mine, linked), mine was a bird with an abstract raindrop, and Isa’s was a bird in the sun! Isa agreed that the Emily Dickenson poem that I selected was perfect, Hope Is the Thing With Feathers. The work came together rapidly. You can see the morph occurring in the second frame, where Isa’s translucent bird shows my bird’s face and feather details through it. The birds were literally the same size, as were the raindrop and sun. Isa has taken my original, that you see here, and added a fractal and coloration for her own special version, on her page. We each digitally signed our versions. And our signatures also appear over our respective artworks in this piece. I think I speak for Isa, too, when I say that this collaboration, merging two artworks to one (and then Isa’s further modification), was fun and rewarding; but the biggest benefit was that it bonded us as friends. —F.A. Moore Digital Graphic Artwork, by F.A. Moore, July 2009, collaborating with Isa Rodriguez. Hope is the thing with feathers, / That perches on 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. -Emily Dickenson
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