Eye101
38 creative works found
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macro of my eye…photoshop CS2 for the editing. Entry in the EYE101 comp.
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When I did studio work in Bangkok, a lot of it was for jewellery promotions. My favourite model for this was Joom who was also a good friend. She has since moved to Oz and I have moved away from Bangkok. A true natural beauty with ‘Angelina’ lips which always worked well for necklace shoots. This image was taken during a break in a session. Jewellery shoots can be a little boring at times :<)
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this photo was taken by my dauther who is 11, she loves to play with the editing on photo shop.. she left the eye color as is.
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Waiting
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Here is another photo I took of my little muse yesterday, I just love her intense stare…. Enjoy & Merry Christmas!
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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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this is all about me. I was feeling down and had lots of problems and i did not know how to get out of them, things were not good A friend gave me a pace of paper and said read this. It was a poem by Ronald R Cabajal / It made me think about the problems i had and the biggest problem was me! / this image Is my feeling at the time i was down. I hope you like the poem it helped me. RISK To laugh is to risk appearing the fool / To weep is to risk appearing sentimental / To reach out to another is to risk involvement / To expose your true feeling is to risk exposing your true self / To place your ideas, your dreams, before the crowd—is to risk their loss To live is to risk dying – / To love is to risk not being loved in return / To hope is to risk despair / To try is to risk failure Risks must be taken if you truly desire success and happiness The greatest sadness in life – is to risk nothing / The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, becomes nothing By avoiding risk, you may avoid suffering and sorrow, but you cannot / Find true love / Experience inner freedom / Enjoy lasting peace / Discover the joy of happiness unless you are willing to take risks / So if you wonder if it is worth taking the risks or not / The only way to find out is / BY TAKING THEM
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I am is a killing machine. Mice beware.
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Yes, I’m still bored so here is my daughter’s eye done in the exact same way as my younger son’s ‘Opal’ Eye. Enjoy!
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Perhaps this is my self portrait! A thousand minds about things, many different faces and always in a bit of a spin. You just have to look closely to see it.
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a self portrait. gouache on canvas. be my friend / hold me / wrap me up / warm me up / and …..breathe me sia
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Hind Sight
by sowhatGraphite drawing. / I have learned that one can’t run from their deamons. And if when one dares to glance back to see if they are catching up, usually they are upon you. If one doesn’t face them they loom in the back of the mind anyway – sometimes growing larger. Furthermore, while fleeing one tends to burn bridges. Opportunities to deal with them on a smaller scale have flown out the window. Hind sight is quite useless then.
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This photo was taken during a particularly mind-numbing day at work. Hopefully it captures my feelings of insanity.
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Macro shot of my eye…photoshop CS2 for the editing. Entry for the EYE101 comp.
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Graphite. This piece unfolded itself as I worked on it. It wasn’t begun with a specific meaning. rather it stemed from a mood. You can say the energy of emotions radiated out of me, the way the organic, sinister shootes projected from the eyesocket. People may of may not get it, but what was important to me was the act of creating it. Being involved with light and shadow, smoothing surfaces and attempting to achieve depth were thereputic actions centered around a mood/ feeling. The feelings are difficult to explain in words, but the image is a representation that wanted out. It doesn’t really matter if the audiance gets an understanding, just that it was formed in this type of creative process.
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My eyes have lived for many years / they have seen life / brought into the world / they have seen death / take it all away from this world / constantly growing / changing / my eyes fill up / my heart / my mind / my soul / with vision self portrait
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This is one of my Guinea Pigs. / He’s a sweet little fellow, and lives together with my other Guinea Pig and four rabbits. For some days I’ve noticed this one is getting slimmer.. so that’s not good.. so I decided to give them all more food than usual, but the other’s were gaining weight and this one wasn’t.. so today I took him on my lap and tried to feed him extra, without the others getting the chance to take away his food. And in the beginning when he was on my lap he looked very scared, his eyes wide open and not wanting to take food from my hand… after a while he became calmer and was eating… / But then he got scared again from some noise he heared… this photo is taken when he was scared… and he looked at me like he was saying: “Get me outta here.. I’m scared woman!” so I cuddled him and then put him back with his friends :) thanks to all who have supported me during this hard time.. unfortunately this little dude lost his battle and went off to guinea-heaven… I put an update in my RB journal this card has had one sale yet =D
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