Eyelashes
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Eyelash Theory
by raven34994Savannah: “Hey mom? How many eyelashes do you think are inside your head when you die?” Me: “How many what…?” Savannah: “Well…..
Savannah: “Hey mom? How many eyelashes do you think are inside your head when you die?” Me: “How many what…?” Savannah: “Well.. I had an eyelash stuck in my eye and I was trying to get it out and it disappeared. Soooo I figure it went inside my head…” Savannah:(Clutching head with both hands) ” Oh No!!! I have eyelashes lodged in my brain!!! Me:( gasping for breath as I wipe the tears away and laugh myself silly) “I don’t think it works that way honey.” Me: “So I wonder if you have an infinite supply of eyelashes…” Savannah: “What does that mean?” Me: “Well, When they fall out, do they grow back? Or Do you have a certian number from birth?” Savannah: ” If they go into your head, they come right back out as new lashes!”
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Intense close up of my Fiance
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This is a self portrait. Simply put, I had a cruddy day. I cried and felt horrible. It is a serious picture because I was not wanting to laugh or joke or be funny. I wanted to be taken seriously and have my feelings be appreciated. Nuff said.
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Did a stock series with a friend of mine and had a few come out that I liked. This one is probably my fav. :) As-is
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A kiss sometimes… / is just a kiss. / Digital Photo manipulation of me and an ex, Gavin. R.I.P Michael, 1988-June 29th, 2009. / You will be missed.
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Wet Eyelashes
by suleebut as i fall asleep / it gets farther and farther / until i am staring at my reality
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TThis is a self-portrait. I took this shot to practise my lighting and photoshop skills. I am not completely happy with the mouth and a few other bits but I love the eyes. So thought I would show it.
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Here’s another macro of my eye. / Well really my eyelid, / This time I tried something a little bit different. / Okay so not THAT different, / I just closed my eye. haha / But still. i like it. :) Featured in Eye Macros
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Model: The fabulous Millie / Photo & post edits: Me / Taken at Hotel Lindrum, Melbourne This work is © Sophie Muir & Giggle Monster. / Please respect everyone involved and DON’T STEAL!!! If you would like to use this photo, please send me a private message FIRST!!! And don’t use until you get a RESPONSE from me. Thank you!
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Photograph by Michael R. Mosall II www.mosallphotography.com
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This painting was done in honor of the late Tammy Faye Messner. It was presented at her memorial celebration in Palm Springs to guests including Larry King, Cloris Leachman, and Ron Jeremy. Following is an essay I wrote about Tammy Faye, which better explains the concept behind the painting: As a boy who was raised Catholic and attended parochial school, I often found myself clashing with the ideals that were presented as Gospel, especially when they reached beyond the sanctuary into other subject areas, such as Social Studies and Health. And try as I might, I couldn’t resist the sinful urges to fantasize about my fellow male classmates or my future career aspiration, which was to grow up and be Dolly Parton. From a conservative, religious perspective, things weren’t looking good. Fast-forward fifteen years. A young, just-out-of-the-closet, 100% bonafide homosexual artist from the midwest made a wonderful discovery: Tammy Faye Messner. The name instantly conjures images of fur, feathers, flowing hot-pink fabrics, and most famously, mascara streaming from her trademark spider-legged eyes. And then there was the scandal – the PTL Club and Heritage USA, which landed her ex-husband in the slammer and ultimately put her on the path to becoming a gay icon. But how could a fresh-faced, spiritually-disconnected gay twenty-something find any connection to the pioneer of the electric church? The answer had to do with mutual acceptance. “I refuse to label people,” Tammy once explained. “We’re all just people made out of the same old dirt, and God didn’t make any junk.” Likewise, I eagerly added her to the ranks of my bevy of diva obsessions in spite of her curious, televangical past. If you’re not sure why the gay-icon stiletto fits, look no further than her 2000 documentary, “The Eyes of Tammy Faye,” featuring narration by RuPaul and finger puppets. How could I resist someone so dynamic and unabashedly over-the-top, especially with a heart of pure gold beneath the fluff? In order to foster a relationship with her gay fans, both she and the gays had to kick down a big ol’ Christian wall of hate, the kind that makes you think if there really is a God, surely mascara must be streaming down his cheeks too. Several years ago, I displayed a series of paintings depicting my friends in full-on drag make-up. I titled the show “Tammy Faye’s Tea Party,” and offered on the-spot Tammy makeovers to reception attendees. The paintings were made to look like sideshow banners, and appropriately enough, few guests escaped without at least slightly resembling glamorous clowns. One of my friends sent an e-mail through Tammy Faye’s website telling her about the exhibit, and even though the show was conceived with the most loving intentions, I worried that she might take offense to the outright wackiness of it all. In true Tammy style, she sent an e-mail back saying she thought the show was a wonderful idea, and if only she hadn’t been “such a busy gal” getting ready to film a new infomercial, she would have been first in line for the opening. The gracious letter was sent on pink e-mail stationary complete with illustrated cherubs. Last Saturday, I went on a date with my partner. We held hands as we walked up to the restaurant, shared a heaping dessert, and talked openly throughout our meal in the crowded restaurant about our wedding plans (mostly focusing on what the bridesmaids would wear). This isn’t the same world that gasped as Tammy embraced a gay man on her Christian variety show in the early eighties, yet prejudice undeniably remains – the legacy of Messner’s contemporaries like Falwell and Robertson. As we were leaving the restaurant, I noticed a red, faux-leather couch in the waiting area. It had an ornate gold frame that looked like it would fit more comfortably in the parlor of most mid-century brothels than in the somewhat elegant atmosphere of this Italian restaurant. I recognized it instantly as the Tammy Faye Couch. Several years ago, this was the very couch that Tammy sat on when she attended the Red Party, posing for pictures and signing autographs for her crimson-adorned gay flock. She was wearing her own smart little patent-leather number that night, and lipstick to match – as out of place in the Christian world as a tacky red couch in an Italian restaurant or a gay boy in a Catholic school. Later, when we returned home, we heard the news that Tammy had lost her battle with lung cancer. In my opinion, she demonstrated inspirational courage and surprising depth throughout her colorful life, from her open-armed embrace of those rejected by her evangelical peers to the self-deprecating humor that lasted until the end. When Larry King asked her last Thursday, the final night of her earthly journey, what she wanted to be remembered for, I stopped crying long to enough to smile as the gaunt, frail woman responded with a familiar twinkle in her eye, “My eyelashes.” It is my sincere hope that her legacy will be more far-reaching. - / “I’m trying to educate parents and the Christian world and tell them, these are wonderful people, allow them to be in your church, love them. Don’t be so judgmental. Christians are so judgmental and as a result of that they become very cruel. When I go and stand among those gay men and women, I tell them ‘I am a preacher of the gospel that loves you. And I accept you just the way you are.’ I cry when I say that but I mean that with all of my heart. Somebody’s got to love them and accept them.” ~Tammy Faye Messner
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Yep.
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Realm of the Seasons – Icy stare of WINTER / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— Complete Realm of the Seasons Series can be seen here —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— Photographic Composite / Created in ps cs3 / Eye Model – me —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / MCN : CTNYB-1TNK4-76GLS —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— Credits / PS Brushes used (swirls, lashes and some textures) courtesy of obsidian dawn / All other Images & Textures my own. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—
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4×6 oil on canvas, have a bunch more on my myspace: www.myspace.com/paintingsbychrista www.facebook.com/PaintingsbyChrista
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Asian Elephant at the Portland, Oregon Zoo near the beginning of season for “Zoo Lights”
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My daughter has the longest lashes, where she gets them we’ll never know. / Age 11 / Canon 450D
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done for a friend of mine, 4×6 oil on canvas
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