Freak Wall Art
125 creative works found
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A freak wave I caught while playing on the rocks at Bunbury’s Back Beach :)
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Mixed media on paper. I have used a multitude of stuff on this. Acyrilic paint, Gold Leaf, Gesso, paper, lots of water, pieces from magazines just to name a few. Its been a while since I created this so I can’t remember everything I used. I have decided to do only a set of 50 limited edition prints of this. They are 70×44 cm and are available by contacting me at ctowns60@hotmail.com
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1970 Chevy Blazer “Freak Show” giving it all he had at the local mud races at Dennis Anderson’s Muddy Motor sports track in Currituck, North Carolina.
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Not really a freak… just kidding…. This is Mia, in a yawn. Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited WORK IN PROGESS / / _ / / ! SOLD FAVES Some Prints available here: / FROGGYS BARKING FRIENDS FUN FRACTALS FURRY FRIENDS FEATHERED FRIENDS FRIENDLY BUBBLES To help me keep track of images that have been: / SOLD
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Ford Escort at the Sweet Lamb Rally complex Mid Wales UK. Llangurig. Copyright 2007 richiedean
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Huge storms and gale force winds have been relentlessly battering Sydney’s coastline over the last few days. After hearing on the news about the size of the swell at sea I had to go and have a look for myself. At about 4pm we drove to Dee Why Beach on Sydney’s northern beaches. The usual deep blue meeting sky of the ocean horizon wasn’t visible like it normally is as we descended down from the national park struggling to see as rain and wind lashed the car. We finally turned down a side street towards the ocean and were amazed at what we saw. Huge swell and rolling waves as far as the ey could see. Carloads of people were getting out of the cars stunned almost trancelike as they walked towards the cliff face in the poring rain. It was too much to capture with a camera. How could I take in this great expanse? I had never seen waves move so quickly and silently towards the shoreline before breaking with an abrupt and thunderous flurry of white and spray. I went back to the car to grab my camera, connected it to my tripod and wrapped a plastic bag around it. We then made our way down towards the sea baths. The normal tranquil pool was overcome by giant swells as they crashed unaware over the top of the sea rails. I noticed a sheltered area near the change room where I decided to take cover and set up my camera. We stood there in the freezing cold as I began shooting these enormous waves. Suddenly three surfers ran down from my left and headed towards the pool. “They’re not going to swim are they? They’re crazy”. They jumped in the pool and began to get pulled and thrown about by the oceans force like a spin cycle in a giant washer. They clung to the rails of the pool and faced the menacing sea front on and waited for the swell to expand, rise and engulf them before smashing over the baths. What a sight.
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A bunny wrought with trouble.
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Colorful neighbor that I take pictures of …. often…... expressing her need for me to dry my hair
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Images copyright ©Kimberly Palmer– 2008. / Copying, displaying, manipulating or redistribution of any image from this portfolio without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited My sweet Mia…. ;-) cats
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Azurite Verditer – named firstly after the soft, deep blue copper mineral azurite produced by weathering of copper ore deposits. / The blue of azurite is exceptionally deep and clear, and for that reason the mineral has tended to be associated since antiquity with the deep blue color of low-humidity desert and winter skies. / the name Verditer comes from the common name of the ore azurite, used as a blue pigment for centuries, it was formerly known as Azurro Della Magna (from Italian). But is also known by the names Blue Bice and Blue Verditer / Verdita symbolises Azurites creativity, which is abundant. (tho sometimes misused) In this piece Azurite is portrayed in his home he shares with Absinthe and Astyanax in the burbs of Melbourne… / Astyanax’s paintings adorn the walls while Absinthe’s presence is noticeable in the deep purples picked out for the sofa and rug, purple being the most complimentary colour to green as the girls believed… / Azurites guitar lays casually against the corner, giving no indication in its silence of the incredible talent he possesses… Many a woman had swooned over his music… / Today though, Azurite is frustrated and concerned. / Concerned moreso but he doesn’t like to show his sensitive side much. / He has just received news of his little brothers latest antics, and is not impressed! / Their mother has sent the young boy on his way to Az’s, the poor woman not knowing how to deal with it at all, and so now Azurite has be to the responsible Big Brother… / (he would do anything for his lil brother tho!) stay tuned for more developments…. / edited to add / ongoing storyline found here / originals drawn with biro pen on A4 paper / coloured in ps with airbrush. thankyou for taking the time to view my art and (hopefully) comment… / please have a look at my other artwork… / hope you enjoy! :) / Astyanax, Absinth and Azurite Verditer / Astyanax Arroz de Festa / Absinthe Verte /
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Drawing day challenge to create a new avatar… here’s mine. My lack of sleep is quite apparent.
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This image was selected for inclusion in a recent charity exhibition and auction held here in Melbourne. The charity raises funds to build schools in Bangladesh. For Lord of the Rings fans, Mt Ngauruhoe was used to represent Mount Doom in the trilogy. Image Details: / Camera – Canon EOS33 / Lens – 75-300mm USM / Film – Fuji Velvia 100 Professional / Focal length – Not recorded / Exposure – Apeture Priority / Aperture – Not recorded / Shutter – Not recorded / ISO – 100 / Tripod and cable release / Transperancy scanned using CanoScan 5000F scanner / / © Andrew Brown Cards / Urban and Architecture / Panorama / Landscape / Portraiture / Macro /
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20TH DECEMBER 2007. TEN YEARS AGO I DRANK THE LAST ALCOHOL I WILL EVER TASTE. / I painted this at about aged 22, though it could be a year or two in either direction because my memory is completely fucked from drinking so much in my early twenties, and from the medication that i was over-prescribed and abused with by the psychiatric ‘health’ services so many times. / This was one of the very first oil paintings I ever did. I still have it, somewhere. / And i think that everyone who suffers from a mental illness MUST read this, from Nietszche: Significance of madness in the history of morality / - Nietzsche When in spite of the fearful pressure of “morality of custom”… new and deviate ideas, evaluations, drives again and again broke out, drives again and again broke out, they did so accompanied by a dreadful attendant: almost everywhere it was madness which prepared the way for the new idea, which broke the spell of venerated usage and superstition. Do you understand why it had to be madness which did this? Something in voice and bearing as uncanny and incalculable as the demonic moods of the weather and sea and therefore worthy of a similar awe and observation? Something that bore so visibly the sign of total unfreedom as the convulsions and froth of the epileptic, that seemed to mark the madman as the mask and speaking trumpet of a divinity? Something that awoke in the bearer of a new idea himself reverence for and read for himself and no longer pangs of consciousness and drove him to become the prophet and martyr of his idea? / While it is constantly suggested to us today that instead of a grain of salt, a grain of the spice of madness is joined to genius, all earlier people found it much more likely that wherever there is madness there is also a grain of genius and wisdom – something divine, as one whispered to oneself. Or rather; as one said aloud forcefully enough. It is through madness that the greatest good things have come to Greece Plato said, in concert with all ancient mankind. Let us go a step further; all superior men who are irresistibly drawn to throw off the yoke of any kind of morality and to frame new laws had, if they were not actually mad no alternative but to make themselves or pretend to be mad – and this indeed applies to innovators in every domain and not only in the domain of priestly and political dogma; – even the innovator of poetical metre had to establish his credentials by madness (...) / “How can one make oneself mad when one is not mad and does not dare to appear so?”- almost all the significant men of ancient civilization have pursued this train of thought; a secret teaching of artifices dietetic hence was propagated on this subject. Together with the feeling that such reflections and purposes were innocent indeed holy. / The recipes for becoming a medicine man among the Indians, a saint among the Christians of the middle ages, an Angekok amongst the Greenlanders, a Pajee among Brazilians are essentially the same; senseless fasting, perpetual sexual abstinence, going into the desert or ascending a mountain or a pillar, or sitting in an aged willow tree which looks upon a lake’ and thinking of nothing at all exce3pt what might bring on an ecstasy and mental disorder. Who would venture to take a look into the wilderness of bitterest and most superfluous agonies of the soul in which probably the most fruitful men of all time have languished! To listen to the sighs of these solitary and agitated minds; “, give me madness you heavenly powers! Madness, that I may at last believe in myself! Give deliriums and convulsions sudden lights and darkness, terrify me with frost and fire such as no mortal has ever felt, with deafening din and prowling figures, make me howl and whine and crawl like a beast; so that I may only come to believe in myself! I am consumed by doubt, I have killed the law, the law anguishes me as a corpse does of a living man; if I am not more than the law, I am the vilest of all men. The new spirit which is in me, whence is it if it is not from you? Prove to me that I am yours; madness alone can prove it.” / And only too often this fervour achieved its goal all too well; in that age in which Christian proved most fruitful in saints and desert solitaries, and thought it was proving itself by this fruitfulness, there were in Jerusalem vast madhouses for abortive saints, for those who had surrendered to it their last grain of salt. - From Daybreak.
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Absinth Verte Absinth – named after the drink Absinthe, a distilled, highly alcoholic anise-flavored spirit derived from herbs, including the flowers and leaves of the herb Artemisia absinthium. / Absinthe is typically of a natural green color but is also produced in both clear and artificially colored styles. It is often called “the Green Fairy.” / Verte is derived from the type of absinthe most commonly consumed in the 19th century and is what is generally thought of as absinthe. / It is also french for “green” / Our Absinthe here (on the left) also goes by the name “green fairy” and often artificially colours her hair, though she tends to stick with green… She is also highly spirited and enjoys many old world treasures… In this piece Absinthe is portrayed on a day out at the gallery for freaks and trippas, a place she frequents often, and is owned and managed by one of her many friends. originals drawn with biro pen on A4 paper / coloured in ps with airbrush. thankyou for taking the time to view my art and (hopefully) comment… / please have a look at my other artwork… / hope you enjoy! :) / Astyanax, Absinth and Azurite Verditer / Astyanax Arroz de Festa / Azurite Verditer /
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This is an older piece from way back in my “I’M GOING TO USE MARKERS ON EACH AND EVERYTHING I MAKE AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT SUCKA!” phase. (It’s kind of a lame phase, I know…shut up.) I have absolutely no idea what supposed to be going on it. Maybe it’s also from my “I’M GOING TO DRAW COMPLETE AND TOTAL NONSENSE AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT SUCKA!” phase? I dunno. You know what? Just turn your back to me and pretend that I’m not even here. If I could do it to myself, I would.
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There are some places you wish you’ve never been there. Copyright © Sylvain6po.
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What can I say?
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Taken after a workshop in germany, this guy (Joey Lawrence) was so kind for me to model.. ah, and it happened after some alcoholic beverages.. ;-)
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Acrylic and ink on wood panel.
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My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! THOU SHALT NOT STEAL MY ART / / Fractal / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. /
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