Exile
28 creative works found
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David was constantly fleeing from Kind Saul! I did one called King David… While this one is a follow on story!
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ROAD IN CONNAMARA
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Fantastic, I've sold a laminate!
by SylviaHardyThank you so much Sande Elkins for having bought Exile...
Thank you so much Sande Elkins for having bought Exile. I am still quite overwhelmed by your kindness! / Best regards, and my deepest appreciation, / Syl
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I’d rather not explain this one. Its a bit personal. Finally uploaded after working on it all night. Its now 7:35. Copyright © 2008 Simon Deevy. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image or text without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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details of original painting / acrylic, collage and hand stitching on canvas / 76×104 cm original painting is available / http://www.simonemaynard.com
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The irish had made this memorial in Toronto to victims (and / survivors) of the Irish potato famine that killed a million people / and sent another million to faraway lands. This was in 1845-1850. / Somehow the memorial isn’t very well known, and mostly people just / stumble on it when they’re walking along the lake.
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The irish had made this memorial in Toronto to victims (and / survivors) of the Irish potato famine that killed a million people / and sent another million to faraway lands. This was in 1845-1850. / Somehow the memorial isn’t very well known, and mostly people just / stumble on it when they’re walking along the lake.
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This image again was taken at Daniel Libeskind’s Jewish Museum, Berlin, in the Garden of Exile. It is a garden created with 49 concrete pillars in which all but one have trees growing in soil from Berlin. The last symbolically contains only bare soil from Jerusalem.
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/ / OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS The original title was: AUTOPORTRAIT – DE MA PHOTOGRAPHIE DE PASSEPORT I had to shorten it for the print to: AUTOPORTRAIT I painted this self portrait from my passport photograph. In this piece of artwork (this picture of me), I was trying to convey that I was being put in the position of being just a picture (part of their psychological abuse, the act of keeping someone poweless). And that all I had for escape and survival was my passport, it has significance in more ways than one, (it also has sexual significance). She is surrounded by little cereals, the cereals that you need to make love work on nothing but a passport picture. This is what I looked like when I lived in Paris, France. SPANISH POEM my spanish poem… spanish is a beautiful language / so why does it signify pain to me? / because of what people say to me / she is speaking in a foreign language / another words, I am speaking in other words / I am speaking what they don’t understand or don’t want to understand / the language of pain, the language of exclusion, / the language of escape, the language of forced love – salvation maybe it is this way because in order to solve / your problem you must be exiled in a foreign country / that is part of the game - / and even then there probably is no solution to the problem / just an ongoing extension of the same dilemma normally most people wanting to escape would go south I’m sure – to Mexico / but for some reason I ended up in France, / so my language of escape is french, maybe it can actually bring me escape / because at present I am feeling fluent spanish, / very very very very very very fluent, but it comes out in french because I want love / and I like Escargot! Yes car go—- God, I have been driven insane!!! JANE À PARIS Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description - / Normally most people wanting to escape would go south I’m sure – to Mexico, / but for some reason I ended up in France… ? This is about seeking life, liberty, dreams, and love. This is about trying to escape pain, death, abuse, and hate. The Spanish language represents the pain in my mind, spirit, body, and heart. The French language represents the hope of rebirth, romance, love, and life. I am a conscientious objector and this is about political persecution, escape, exile, and the realization that there is no escape, from the State, even in a foreign country.
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a photoshoot with gorgeous Mel form adelaide band – Art In Exile
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Through de eyes
by King's Crownabout the positives and negatives about our natural environment.
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BAAA BAAA BLACK SHEEP
by JaneAParisOne for the doctor, one for the policeman, / and…
About being a scapegoat. About political persecution and sexual abuse. About feeling that you have to leave your own homeland…
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SPANISH POEM
by JaneAParisnormally most people wanting to escape would go south I’m sure – to Mexico / but for some reason I ended up in France…
Normally most people wanting to escape would go south I’m sure – to Mexico, / but for some reason I ended up in France… ? This is about seeking life, liberty, dreams, and love. This is about trying to escape pain, death, abuse, and hate. The Spanish language represents the pain in my mind, spirit, body, and heart. The French language represents the hope of rebirth, romance, love, and life. I am a conscientious objector and this is about political persecution, escape, exile, and the realization that there is no escape, from the State, even in a foreign country.
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The Struggle
by Mandilicious...Without and within, / She’s covered in sin, / And the world has cast her aside…
All I say about this one is hard times on the soul.
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a most fierce beast.. k’ron the exiled was banished from his homelands for betraying the path of the guardians… it’s not usual for a single beast to leave the path, but in this case, it happened… k’ron is definitely a beast to be feared!
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A song of Exile
by Annalie....The land has turned to dust / The trees are bare and dry…. ....I yearn to fly away / Sheltering form the storm….
Far from home, the heart is in exile. they cry for a freedom they’ve never known. they yearn for a home they’ve never had. they want to be in a land that is nothing but a dream.
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Exiled stories
by MichaelCouacaudit’s amazing when you look back at a story or even it’s origins. That’s what I have flicked through little notes or small pieces of a sto…
it’s amazing when you look back at a story or even it’s origins. That’s what I have flicked through little notes or small pieces of a story telling structure giving myself an idea of what the story is and who the people are in this world you are creating. After at least three years when I had lost all hope in the story growing strength. I look back at my exiled stories and wonder “wow I was going to write that? It actually sounds good.” because at the time it didn’t sound as good or even as mood setting as I thought it would be. I didn’t think that letting go of these stories would not affect my reactions of something especially a story I wrote. Just thinking / Michael
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Exile on Zalomar (an outline)
by nancyamesIn the arid and mountainous interior of British Columbia, in the year 2121 A.D., a ranching family is surrounded overnight by sasquatches…
In the arid and mountainous interior of British Columbia, in the year 2121 A.D., a ranching family is surrounded overnight by sasquatches, all gibbering in apparent terror and staring fearfully at the mountaintops. The father of the Nelson family and the two teenage boys climb up one of the mountains to investigate. Approaching the summit, they see that numerous space-ships are landing up there and a great many green, reptile-skinned aliens are aggressively securing the area. Returning to their ranch, they enter into an uneasy alliance with the sasquatches, who smell horrible and are bad-tempered as well, mostly because their deeply instinctive secretiveness has been violated. The farm animals are reacting to their fetid presence with frenzied panic, so Mr. Nelson guides them himself to a nearby cave situated inside a deep gorge with a stream at the bottom, a congenial habitat for sasquatches, who rely very much on their remarkable climbing ability. The rancher does not see the sasquatches as the immediate threat – at least they are terrestrial. He would tell the rest of the family to keep quiet about them for the time being – the Nelsons don’t want to stretch their credibility too far just yet. But Mr. Nelson admits to himself that he is disturbed by an impression that the sasquatches want to tell him something. There is something in their angry, babbling speech that sounds quite urgent. But when he gets back to the ranch he doesn’t say anything about these thoughts. Having over time devolved from a few surviving proto-humans who had taken refuge in marginal areas, in haste to hide from the mass migrations that surged out of Asia when the great North American glaciers finally receded about 10,000 years ago, the sasquatches have survived almost entirely through concealment. Despite their size, they are uncannily silent in their movements and wonderfully skilled at remaining motionless for long periods oftime, a very useful adaptation in the higher altitudes which they prefer. And of course at those altitudes, in that steep and airy environment, their powerful body-odor would not be the dead give-away to their presence that it becomes closer to sea-level. The Nelsons are dismayed to find that repeated attempts to alert the authorities and the media are met with disbelief and ridicule but no actual response. The alien invasion-force continues to occupy the highest elevations, with terrible rumbling and screeching noises and occasional showers of green and purple sparks into the night sky. The terrestrials huddle together on the ranch below, perplexed and afraid. The sasquatches normally live in the small, isolated units that are natural in a barren landscape, and they are not at all sociable. It is remarkable that the two teenage brothers are able to extablish a rapport with the furry primates and even begin to learn their simple langage. The climax of the story occurs when the two brothers lead a scouting party of sasquatches up the mountain and manage to capture one of the aliens. The sasquatches excitedly insist that the green-skinned creature is not an alien at all, merely a severely disfigured human. The Nelson boys would never have believed such a thing to be possible but, using desperate measures, they are able to ‘deprogram’ the ‘alien’ at an old motel near an abandoned mining-town. They proceed to discover that the vicious ‘aliens’ are in fact members of a covert assault-force originating from the Grand Cartel which by then controls South America. They have been raised for this purpose in isolated jungle compounds, where they have been both surgically and chemically altered. They have also been brainwashed to believe that they are on the planet Zalomar, where their ancestors were supposedly imprisoned centuries ago, after having been rounded up and taken away from their home-world, the beautiful planet Tiffawil. Here on Zalomar, they believe, they have been enslaved and condemned to mining ore in the very deepest tunnels and under conditions of extreme heat and danger. Their Zaloman overseers are muscular and masked, and they speak only in a crude and heavily accented English. The brainwashed ‘Tiffawillians’ are convinced that, following a successful rebellion under the leadership of the great Tixtlan – who is no doubt a figurehead created by the Grand Cartel – they are now engaged in a righteous war of conquest and liberation for the entire planet of Zalomar. When the two brothers demonstrate the truth of this situation to the rest of the Nelson family, a public rally and news-conference is arranged with the help of the local small-town newspaper editor. The covert invasion is stopped, being quickly met with overwhelming military force. One sad consequence of these events is that the Grand Cartel ruthlessly decides to scrap ite reserves of false aliens and there are terrible and gruesome massacres in the jungles of South America. The End
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Exiled from Huntington Beach to Kentucky for 1,183 days
by TowerOneold Dodge out of the 60’s, 2×6 bumpers ( nicks and splinters)- tobacco stains running down the driver’s door- a toothy grin, her face lin…
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