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Because of copyrights it is not possible to show an image with the use / deformation of the olympic rings in order to expose ideas about the Chinese politics. This limit however has helped to come up with this idea. The shirt could be usefull as a sport outfit in prisons as well… Other publicity / campaigns / contributions about the Beijing Olympics you can find here collected by a Dutchman in the advertisement world and here collected by Redbubble member Robinson. In my zazzle shop you can find the same design showed on different models, colours and the backside printed with logo and instruction. Plus they print larger and their quality of printing is very good! And some others…
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The original painting is also available: / Painted 2008 / Acrylic on cotton canvas stretched on a wooden frame / 24 X 36 inches / 60 X 90 cm / / / / © Imber 2008. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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Digital Airbrush Painting
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Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
by Maxwell Edward“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…
“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”
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My top 5 for your top 5
by Cathleen TarawhitiEasy / You look through my work and pick your favourite top 5 and I will / look through your portfolio and tell you my favourite 5. / I’ll …
Easy / You look through my work and pick your favourite top 5 and I will / look through your portfolio and tell you my favourite 5. / I’ll show you mine if you show me yours – without the nakedness. Unless you feel the need to show me in which I’ll post you here in all your glory for the viewers pleasure.
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Here are the colors…. I went for a more jellyfish look with the see through head and drew in a brain in there…. mmm tasty.. Ny way Enjoy. The shirt design will be up soon temporarily then there will be shirts, sweatshirts, and much more up on Anothalevel.com as soon as we get the store open and the time to spend a weekend making shirts in my buddy’s garage. Enjoy for now! -y5
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Give him his high five! Robot demands it.
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Digital Painting Dimensions: 3000×2231
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actualy quite a large image, each photo is bigger than my computer screen at full size… Enjoy!
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Last but not least, Musashi Wear number five. This one took a while to draw, but I think I got the posture capture pretty well. Now to eat…
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Enjoy this one! You can interpret this any way you choose to. / / / On a night like tonight / you saved my life / Red and green / wet shoes slip on refracted lights Running faster than my legs can take me / Shouting louder than my lungs allow me Why has the river flood / Still gotta die for someone / Feel my embrace now / Feel my embrace now Light a match, / bring the flame over to your eye / Slipping past, you won’t see me before you die / Breaking down our sleep, my head’s still aching / This war is killing you and all around me Why has the river flood / Still gotta die for someone / Feel my embrace now / Feel my embrace now You go, go, go, go Why has the river flood / Still gotta die for someone / Feel my embrace now / Feel my embrace now -Panu / (an Aussie band) / Thanks Ninaji for recommending me these lyrics!
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Digital Airbrush Painting
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A flock of Sandpipers in Goleta Beach California. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- I will donate 50% of all proceeds from the sale of this image and the ones below to the American Bird Conservancy And the T-Shirt below
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30” X 20” ACRYLIC ON CANVAS
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I found $5 on the ground just before this shot…thus the title.
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Candid shot at First Avenue and 23rd Street, New York City. My Portfolios: / Body Shots / Little Boxes / Portraits / Brick, Iron & Light / People / Street Life / In Living Color / Architecture/Cityscapes
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I came across this at the Docklands in Melbourne. Just on the other side of the hill is the docks development with high rise apartments and offices. From this angle it could be the middle of nowhere! Hope you like it :)) /
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Five Examples of How It Goes
by Alice Robinson1. / Sometimes she goes in to shops just to look at the way the other women fondle the clothes. She watches their fingers, always longer a…
1. / Sometimes she goes in to shops just to look at the way the other women fondle the clothes. She watches their fingers, always longer and smoother than hers; she imagines them to belong to dancers, or classical pianists. Fingers like that she thinks, would spend time tracing, accurately, the faces of many men. In communal change rooms she tries on garments she knows to be the wrong size, just to look, furtively, at the other shopper’s legs. She notices calf muscles, hard as unripe pears, and believes them to belong to the early morning swimmers, or women who live in new apartments with stairs. She has not yet dared to follow any shoppers out of the store, but she does not lie to herself; it is only a matter of time. 2. / Every year they just keep getting younger and the colour of their hair changes for the worse. It is not that she resents them, although at times she does not deny that when they walk out the door at the end of their shift, she wishes them ill. It is worse than the clichéd ‘youth is wasted on the young’, she understands that this catch phrase was developed by someone in the prime of their life; certainly no one of her years could articulate the way it feels to wake up immobile and alone in such a flippant manner. She is not as bad as some, there are no adult diapers delivered with her initials marked in red, yet. And she manages to be pleasant, to their faces, mostly. But she is still here. Still old. And that is enough. 3. / It is when she reads his emails that she considers the fact: things might not be going well. They have been married two years and she has been routinely sniffing the collars of his shirts since they got back from the Bahamas. She does not know what she is looking for, exactly, but she has seen enough of Hollywood to know that this is part of the procedure, and necessary. What she discovers of his inbox is that she has married a man who is unimaginative; he saves and forwards bad jokes sent by office colleagues. What she does not find are love letters of any kind, or even any correspondence from other women, except his mother, who hardly counts. This does not deter her, however. She has never believed him to be stupid, only too well organised. Another woman, she fears, may find this to be an irresistible quality in a man. Later, she orchestrates a moment in which she is alone in his car. It seems almost too clean; her suspicions grow, tumorous. It is plausible, she imagines, that he is leading a double life. Somewhere, another woman is also looking for clues. 4. / Other women, she has read, collect babies’ clothes and keep them. She is too sensible for that kind of thing; she is a woman who runs her own business. In her closet there are some beautiful things. She has noticed that strangers often compliment her on a broach or scarf. On weekends she spends amounts of time shopping, she declines to say how long when friends enquire. Other women, according to the books she buys, seek counselling. This is not something she considers worthwhile, although believes it may work for some, the deluded ones. She is as proud of her home as she is of her wardrobe. Yet she tells no one of the silence that choruses through its rooms when she returns there after work. This, like so many things, she presents as a choice. Only she knows that there are some doors to some rooms that always stay shut. 5. / If only she could be thin and then it would be okay. Boys would ask her out. You know, out somewhere, where people go. If only boys would ask her out then she would be thin. There would be an excuse to diet, then; she would be going out, people would be there. Looking. A new dress would have to be bought. If only she was going out somewhere then boys would meet her and ask her out and it would be okay. They could compliment her new dress. You know, they would think it looked good because she would be thin and thin people always look good, you know?
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Candid shot at First Avenue and 23rd Street, New York City My Portfolios: / People / Portraits / Street Life / In Living Color / Architecture/Cityscapes
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The anticipation and excitement of a little boy five days before the arrival of his new baby sister.
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This is from a drawing of an ocean perch I did. / It was just begging for racing stripes.
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