Empathy
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Watercolor on Watercolor Board / Original Available This painting is about the qualities of compassion and empathy. Its a detail taken from a larger work, and is my favorite part of the painting.
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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!) / —-—-—-—-——- A slow song drifting between two hearts… —-—-—-—-—-— / (Think ‘baby giraffe’ when considering the size… ;) ) Credits: Model: Portrait by mjranum-stock – model is sinned-angel-stock / Giraffe: nefarostock http://nefarostock.deviantart.com/art/giraffe-11-52845976 / background: by Tijmen http://www.sxc.hu/photo/326705 / Texture: :icondholms:, found at :iconresurgere:
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A fanciful depiction of the psyche of a Replicant, which has the form of a human, yet the soul of blasphemous creation, a Golem, a Frankenstein, a tormented being, anxious and deranged, knowing its time is short and its end inevitable. The spider patterning exudes the replicant’s un-empathic nature, the thing that separates them from humans. If you haven’t, check out Philip K. Dick’s Novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. It is brilliant. See also:
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It is amazing the beauty you can find in your own backyard. Other sets by Kara… / NATURE / LANDSCAPES / PEOPLE / POEMS / PORTRAITS / SPORTS / SUNSETS / TRAVEL / ARTISTIC WORK / BOUDOIR / OTHER
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Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited quick link from our trip to Mexico
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i donno i kinda like this style on shirts if you agree scream and shout
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Listen to Dan Shutte’s hymn sung by John Michael Talbot here
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I thought about this verse from Psalm 34, “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and the crushed in spirit He saves,” when I noticed the camellias Mama had cut for me fell from the vase during the night, leaving scattered heart-shaped petals on my kitchen counter. I hadn’t really noticed the shape of the petals until Charlotte Ottilo commented about them in previous photos I had posted. I would like to send special thoughts and prayers out to Bianca Thomas whose husband is critically ill and to reassure her that God is near her in her brokenheartedness and that He will guard and help her and her husband during these crushing times. (Postscript: the black speckly background in this photo is not my kitchen countertop; it’s a black sweater with metallic threads in it; I kind of like the starry night effect it lends to the picture).
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We all have defense mechanisms in effect to keep us from getting hurt. Thats what the dragon represents. However you notice hes starting to tear the heart apart. Thats because defense mechanisms are double edged sword. Sometimes we hurt ourselves trying to protect ourselves.
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Do not mistake my kindness as 'softness'
by JaybeThanks to dogpriest for the title….... Many people struggle with the word ‘kindness’. / Many people feel that ‘kind’ people can be w…
Thanks to dogpriest for the title….... Many people struggle with the word ‘kindness’. / Many people feel that ‘kind’ people can be walked over, abused, hurt and treated badly. Why? Well, because they are ‘kind’ and they will not mind. They will forgive, as always, and still see the good behind the words and actions. ‘Kind’ people are seen as ‘soft’ and are often encouraged to ‘toughen up’. / Well…...in my experience, ‘kind’ people are not always born that way. Experience makes us that way – often bad experiences and a lot of pain, hurt and trauma. / I’m tired of being seen as ‘too soft’ and ‘too nice’, professionally, – to me there is no such thing. I have had enough pain, fighting and hurt in my life…now…I just want peace…and I just want to be…..me….....and let other people be…them…. / I don’t think I’m asking for too much. / Please read this and, the next time you think someone is being ‘too soft’ – look beyond the ‘kind’ face, listen beyond the words you hear and really feel… / you might find that you see them differently….and you might then understand where their compassion comes from. Kindness Before you know what kindness really is / you must lose things, / feel the future dissolve in a moment / like salt in a weakened broth. / What you held in your hand, / what you counted and carefully saved, / all this must go so you know / how desolate the landscape can be / between the regions of kindness. / How you ride and ride / thinking the bus will never stop, / the passengers eating maize and chicken / will stare out the window forever. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, / you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho / lies dead by the side of the road. / You must see how this could be you, / how he too was someone / who journeyed through the night / with plans and the simple breath / that kept him alive. Before you know kindness / as the deepest thing inside, / you must know sorrow / as the other deepest thing. / You must wake up with sorrow. / You must speak to it till your voice / catches the thread of all sorrows / and you see the size of the cloth. / Then it is only kindness / that makes sense anymore, / only kindness that ties your shoes / and sends you out into the day / to mail letters and purchase bread, / only kindness that raises its head / from the crowd of the world to say / it is I you have been looking for, / and then goes with you every where / like a shadow or a friend. By Naomi Shihab Nye
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A Graphic Representation of a Heart thats endured through hard times.
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Just a Passing Moment
by InfinityRainI think we all take ‘something’ for granted, whether it’s heat in the winter, or that the television will turn on when we hit the pow…
I think we all take ‘something’ for granted, whether it’s heat in the winter, or that the television will turn on when we hit the power button, we’ll have food in the fridge when we open the door, and yes sometimes we even take friendships for granted. We just know that those people will always be there. Sometimes we get busy with what we want to do and get involved with the ‘me’ outlook. “I need to get this done”, “I want to work on this”, “I have to go there” that when there is a friend in need and calling out for help or comfort, we just know they’ll forgive us and everything will be fine….so we don’t take those 15 minutes to drop everything to lend an ear or a shoulder because they are old friends and will understand. / I got a letter from a dear friend of mine recently, her mom was diagnosed with luekemia, given 3-6 months to live. She took her mom to spend a few days on the beach and when they returned she passed away. That got me thinking about all of this, how much and how often we take each other for granted, assuming “they’ll be there tomorrow, I want to do this right now!” / In June 2001 I was diagnosed with Cancer and given the option of surgery or death. Very simple terms and not really much of a choice, I was very blessed to have a skilled doctor who removed every bit of it, but I live with the knowledge that any day at any moment it could come back and start growing inside of me again, trying to take my life from me. Any one of us could go at any moment…......will those 15 minutes we couldn’t spare for a friend…...be the last 15 minutes we could have had with them??? I know that I don’t ever want to have to wonder that about anyone that is near and dear to me, just some thoughts that have been going through my mind while all this crazy drama has been going on in my life. / I’ll fill you all in later about the drama, but right now I can’t get into it in public, because if the wrong person sees it before it’s time, my children are the ones who will suffer. Sorry for the downer journal entry, but I feel better now that it is out of my system. / Thanks for for the 15 minutes, you could have used doing something else.
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EMPATHY
by Ushna Sardardecision reflects the realities / assessment of the situation / our perception of reality / an adequate answer to the question / *the…
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I am dedicating this image to Sarah Moore whose little boy Axel drowned today, December 26, 2007, and to Rosalie Dale, Sarah’s mother and Axel’s grandmother. Both Sarah and Rosalie have beautiful portfolios on Redbubble. Please pray for this family in their time of loss.
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I don’t think the great Carmelite saint, John of the Cross, was urging us to shut up about our sorrows in this quote; rather, I believe he was reminding us that in the midst of our anguish there is more comfort from the silent Suffering Servant who feels our pain and embraces us within His own than in all the words of frustration, complaint, or explanation we might try to express.
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My Cup runneth over?
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It is sort of free form feeling from the heart .. see the expanding, exploding rib cage? Such force to the emotions!
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I love PhotoShop because it helps me salvage and recycle photos that kind of miss the mark. This photo of a tufted titmouse, leaning forward and looking straight at me was resuscitated with some PS filters and made into a greeting card that lets a friend know you’re just checking in to see how they are doing.
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This work was painted with acrylics on a 7in X 9in gessoed canvas board. I used india ink to refine the initial drawing and to solidify some of the shapes with and outline prior to painting it. The acrylics are layered, to add a better dimensional and tonal quality to the overall painting. It’s title not only expresses the emotion of empathy within the subjects’ eyes, but it also associates a feeling of reverence for extreme cubist painting. It was completed in 2008.
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Empathizer
by loramaeI am a people watcher / an empathizer you could say / I like to see what makes them so / What takes a body through the day I watch to see…
I learned the word empathy and it’s meaning as a young girl and have tried to use this in my life. It helps me not to be so judgemental, as I sometimes can be…For some reason I wondered what I would see were I able to watch me and if I would understand my emotions more then I do now…Would I be tougher on myself or hug me up close and rock me…who knows. (You may get the strait jacket out now :)
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He Ain't Heavy; He's My Brother
by Bonnie Taylor BarryI woke up this morning with that song on my mind, “He ain’t heavy; he’s my brother,” and I know why. I keep thinking about one of my fel…
I woke up this morning with that song on my mind, “He ain’t heavy; he’s my brother,” and I know why. I keep thinking about one of my fellow teachers from my days in the high school classroom. He was a big, burly fellow, nothing delicate about him, but he had a heart of gold. He used to take his elderly mom and aunt on vacations all the time; once, they even flew to Hawaii. I thought that was admirable. I know they slowed him down a lot with their senior citizen pace and senior citizen ways, but my friend still took them for the ride. But that’s not what makes me associate the song with the man. It’s what he did when he found out that one of his brothers (he had several) was very sick and didn’t have the means to pay for his increasing medical expenses. My friend decided that he’d take in his brother and foot the bill. He downsized everything, selling or giving away anything that was financially cumbersome, including his house, buying a small camper trailer and moving it to the local KOA grounds where he could live cheaply and allocate most of his small teacher’s salary to his brother’s medicines, doctor visits, and hospital stays. For months, he came to work and then went home to be nursemaid to his dying brother, sacrificing his meager holdings so his brother could have the best quality of life in his last days. This is the stuff that saints are made of. My big burly friend gave to the bitter end, and though not many people know the price it cost him, I know, and now you know. In the eyes of the world, he may be just another man, overweight and balding, but in my eyes, he’s got a glow about him, the glow of self-sacrificial, unconditional love that sets him apart and makes my eyes glisten with tears just at the thought of him. And if I asked him why he did it, he’d probably say, “Shoot, it wasn’t a big deal; that was my little brother.”
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