Empowerment
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Watercolor on watercolor board, original available. This painting is about empowerment, knowing one’s own worth, honoring oneself but respecting others as well. Its about having confidence in one’s abilities yet keeping the heart open. A closed mind gradually contracts and narrows, the open mind expands and illuminates. I intend this painting to convey the following message to anyone looking at it.: May Goddess light illuminate the very core of your being, may your heroine’s light shine forth. May this light ignite inner strength, and inspire bravery in all circumstances. May you walk the path of peace, the most difficult and challenging journey of all, with purpose and grace. Text and image copyright Helena Nelson Reed. Please dont use without written permission.
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Copyright 2004 Mariam Muradian. All rights reserved. I painted this series, including this painting, after hang gliding at 10,000 feet! / That perspective and that experience changes you forever in a split second! Oil pastels , acrylics, and charcoal on canvas. CLICK ON SAME IMAGE IN MY JOURNAL UNDER “MY FLYING ART MOVIE” TO SEE THE SERIES SLIDE SHOW!
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This is the first in a limited series of Divine Goddess paintings. This is the finished 16×20 inch piece. I started the process with seven individual pencil/pastels. Each pastel was a visual that I had been given in a dream for this painting. I then scanned all seven of the finished pieces individually into Photoshop where I outlined the art and worked with the brightness and contrast. Next I positioned the pieces together in one document and had a fine art printer print the piece out full size onto an exceptional watercolor paper. This print was now my under-painting. On top of this print I added the final pastels, pencils and paint over the whole surface to finish the piece. The finished work of art is a true harmony of traditional time tested art mediums and techniques with the new electronic tools available today. If you are interested in a print or the original please contact me at – hinkleart@charter.net. Because of the amazing support here on RedBubble I am offering the Original for sale here first. I have brought the price of the original down to $700 and the 16×20 in. signed and numbered prints down to $300 as a thank you to all of my new exceptionally talented friends here in this creative community. The Energy this piece carries is the Higher vibration of Passion. This piece will help arouse your physical and mental Passion. It will wake you – and help you discover your life’s Passion.
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian See the other paintings in this series! /
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If Inner Peace had a face, a colour, a stance before the sun, surely it would look like this……. Closer observation of the understudy shows long eye lashes, blushed cheeks and carvings on the medallion hearts. There are a total of three hearts in this painting. She Listens To Her Heart was inspired by a pencil sketch. Please visit the following link for a detailed view of “She Listens To Her Heart” http://www.sundrip.com/2008/09/05/she-listens-to-her-heart/ F. Magdalene
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The fading rose, flowers that are clocks—a filigree clock, a Calla Lily cloc, even a melting clock (with a nod to Salvador Dali), all under the watchful and very aware eye of your own conscience. Make a list, to match excuses, or dreams. depending on if you are in goal setting or procrastination mode. Start with “G. In Time I Will…”. Suggestions: Mounted or Framed print or stretched canvas. Laminated Print, black border ^
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the many faces of eve, the mother of us all, women as garden, the passage of Messiah, and all that is love. it’s a puzzle you know. the conundrum remains until you find the key to her love. if women knew the empowerment of their own heritage and rights they wouldn’t be “girls gone wild” and men would be satisfied with the love of their youth. 14X17 Strathmore paper PRISMACOLOR pencils.
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Mixed media fantasy art. / This painting is describing self empowerment and a realisation of inner strength. It is about the strength that lies in all of us when we strip away the ideas that disempower us. When we challenge the beliefs and misconceptions that we accumulate over our lives we find something greater than we can imagine. / it’s not easy being green The original work is for sale and is hung in the ambermoon cafe / 244 napean highway edithvale. Or please bubble mail for more info.
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Acrylics & oil pastels on canvas
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her tattoos mean “sisterhood” and “love”
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2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian
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OIL PAINTING INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Original Work Titled: WINDMILL OF POLITICAL HATE Many of my paintings are about the psychological torture I have had to endure for years because of politics… The original title was: / BLACK LADY CHAIN SMOKING, DRINKING, AND WEARING A GLOW IN THE DARK SPARKLE RING I had to shorten the title for the print, so I changed the title to: / WINDMILL OF POLITICAL HATE This is about being forced to go in endless vicious circles in regard to your sexuality, your relationships, your jobs, your health, and everything else in your life pretty much. The cigarettes and alcohol represent sexual relationships, which you can’t do without very well because of your political status and the fact that you are not allowed to move forward on your own. The black lady represents slavery, for she being kept powerless in the system. And the glow in the dark sparkle ring represents the infection in your body, (ovary), which has been intentionally left there to fester and torment you, as a means of torture. And the only relief you are offered from this is through sexual relationships with men, because they refuse to give you health care on your own. THEIR WINDMILL their windmill… I am not healthy / I am not wealthy / I am not in control / I am not reaching any goal / I try and try and try in vain / But all I’m left with is never-ending pain / I go in circles that are drawn for me / With no ability to break the cycle / Their windmill that tortures me endlessly, see / All the disrespect, referring to my attempts as ‘riding a bicycle’ / I hope they are happy that I am crying / This is of their making, that I am dying JANE À PARIS Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description – / This is about being made to go in circles, and about words of hate and disrespect that spur a vicious cycle like a huge hateful windmill that is spinning out of control. Their windmill leaves its victim in a sad, dead neverending spin that is spiraling out of control to nowhere. It is actually a very famous and well known windmill, it is the windmill of political hate.
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This painting sings the joy of the creative universe, the Mother, and our home. Rising through space, the Goddess figure cradles our fragile planet in her divine womb, reminding the viewer of the living spirit of Gaia. The golden triangle represents woman in all of her aspects, and symbolizes the creative power of the entire universe being channelled into the artists of the world.
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Empowerment or Exploitation?
by H M BascomI’ve covered the issue of objectification of women previo…
I’ve covered the issue of objectification of women previously, and I was met with resistance by quite a few women. This surprised no one more than me, as I fully expected that women would be able to see the fine line between art and exploitation. The vast majority of my female readers have seen through the illusion of empowerment and recognize exploitation. A number of women can not see beyond the curtain where a man is pulling the levers. We can talk psychology, sociology, and genetic differences versus sexist perceptions all day long, but that doesn’t amount to a hill of beans in the real world. There is the academic and hypothetical, and then there is the male mechanic who sees me as an easy mark. I can change the oil, change the spark plugs, and put on a new water pump as easily as I can pump the fuel into the tank, but he doesn’t know that about me. He assumes that because I am female, I don’t know the difference between a double overhead camshaft and air bags. Why does he assume that I, a woman, know nothing about the workings of the internal combustion engine? or anti-lock brake systems? or transfer of energy from the engine to the wheels via the transmission and driveshaft? Why are women still paid less than men for the same work? Are we of less value than males? Obviously, corporate America thinks women are worth less than male workers. Why are women still photographed draped half nude over the hood of a car in an advertisement? Because sex sells. The ad says, “buy this car and you may get to fuck a woman like the one in this picture.” Why is pornography a billion dollar a year industry? Because sex sells, women are willing to sell it, and people are willing to buy it. Why, in this the 21st century, when women are running entire countries, are we still fighting against sexism in America? / / See previous questions/answers. I might as well ask, “Is there life after death?” The answers to the foregoing questions will be different for those who attempt to justify disparate treatment of women. Some will even deny that women are treated differently in areas where gender should not be an issue, like jobs or intellectual ability. Some will say that the women are adults and as adults they can do anything they want to do. They deny that there are any victims here because the alleged victims are active, willing participants. Many will deny that sexism exists. Often, I think that our sexist views are apparent to everyone except ourselves. Why the hell do I care what other women do? Because the conduct and views of all women affect all women. All blonds are not stupid. All brunettes are not bitches. All redheads are not possessed of a fiery personality. All menstruating women do not turn into crazed Nazis once each month. Part of the problem is the persistence of stereotypes. We human beings love our stereotypes don’t we? The stereotype helps people cope with the world. It is easier to dismiss the conduct of a person as typical than it is to try to understand on an intellectual level. Thinking is hard. Stereotyping is easy. People like easy. “So,” you ask “What has all this to do with art?” “Everything,” says I. How we portray women, especially how women portray themselves, in art and writing goes a long way in either (1) supporting sexist stereotypes or (2) promoting women as intelligent valuable human beings. Are you empowering women or exploiting them? The choice is yours. Choose wisely. Also published on: Bascom Digital Art & Essays
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To be successful as an artist… THE POWER OF DREAMS / —-—-—-—-—-—-——- On a clear day, you can see forever… The power of dreams / The power of our dreams / Not letting go of something / No matter how hard they beat on you / Paint like your heart demands / Paint like your soul commands / Paint the pain in your body / Paint the insults in your mind / Paint inspiration of a higher sort / Paint the world in all of its confusion / If you let go of your dream / Then they will have succeeded in taking your soul / They have already taken your body and mind / Your soul belongs to you and ultimately to God / You must believe – if you quit believing – no matter how hard it gets / You’ll be dead JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description - / This is about believing in yourself, through all kinds of hardship. It is about holding onto a dream, and making it a reality…And to let go, means only death to body, soul, mind, and heart. Description - / This is about believing in yourself, through all kinds of hardship. It is about holding onto a dream, and making it a reality…And to let go, means only death to body, soul, mind, and heart.
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