Gave
130 creative works found
-
This was taken on Australia Day a while ago and I was desperately seeking a ‘different perspective’ when I saw the sky writing. / THe colours of the buildings against the blue sky were striking and the curve contrasted nicely with the straight edges.
-
Mark, an American soldier, gave his life for his fellow countrymen in the war in Iraq. The only one of his unit to survive the initial blast, he battled for life as he was flown back to the United States for medical care. His family flocked to his side and surrounded him with love in his final hours. Not long after his arrival in America, he died on home soil in the arms of his loved ones. His mother Kim, my husband’s first cousin, wrote this poem, “Is it you?” as she struggled with grief and loneliness for her young son. She asked me if I had a dragonfly photo to accompany her poem which relates the tale of the dragonflies that seem to hover near her in a show of consolation. This image is our collaboration, our joint effort, in memory of Mark Graham who defended the cause of freedom with steadfast determination and a valiant heart. May he rest in peace and may the angels surround him and his family now and forever. (100% of proceeds from sales will go to the Mark W. Graham Foundation; see another image, “Is it you?” in this portfolio if you’d like a green dragonfly. It will print better in the card size). Taken from the Mark W. Graham Foundation website, here is additional information about the foundation to which all funds from the sales of these images will be donated: “The Mark W. Graham Foundation is a non-profit organization which provides support for young people of character and military families in crisis. It honors the legacy of Mark Graham, a fallen soldier whose strength of character and gift of service to his country are an inspiration to all who knew him. Mark was a Lafayette, La., native and his death opened the community’s eyes to the reality of war and the sacrifice soldiers make in their fight to keep our country free. He was married to Stephanie for a little more than a year when he died. Mark was 22 years old.”
-
acrylic on canvas
-
Another emergency stop shot, driving through Doncaster today and spotted this new building, i was immediately drawn to the stairs in the windows and had to get a couple of shots, i love the reflections in the glass, it was raining on one half of the carpark and sunny on the other, very strange weather today!
-
stretch one more minute / take a few more steps / be willing to not know / and trust / whatever shows up / will be waiting for you / because the universe is made that way / it always provides / more than we can hope for / or know how to imagine / stay open / it will come… / on glistening wings…xx
-
My inspiration is a greener earth conservation of water and love for our future life on this planet live love and dream and just love itself
-
A Skinny Girl Named Lisa (i gave the honor to Lori Peters to name her & she chose Lisa, :O))))))
by pinkyjainWacom drawn on the computer
-
Aug 2008 – Staten Island Botanical Gardens – Taken as a panorama, using 6 RAWs, made as an HDR handheld. Believe it or not, the fish simply didn’t move very fast and I gave it a shot as an HDR. / Suburban Scenes by Mike Savad Squidoo Lenses
-
It’s time…..............bring them home…....... /
-
Ewen down the pub catching up with the bantor cards for men
-
Video on youtube This is a statement of how little we care about the only planet in our abilities to reach that we can live on. Weather global warming is man induce, man accelerated or not we only have this planet, we only have this one place to live! The name of this is: “I gave you a world and look what you have done!” It measures 26.5” wide x 29” high and is 8 inches deep. The piece is birch plywood painted with oils, the globe is foam core and the hands are made using a process called stereolithography (SLA), they are someone real hands scanned in using an MRI and then built on an SLA machine, the dripping of the globe was done by using white “Gorilla Glue”
-
. you came / but it’s too late / i gave my heart away . self portrait ref . o3.13.2oo9 / charcoal on mi-teintes® pastel paper / digital / 9”x 12” . i learned how to fold orizuru (paper crane) / today watching a video on web… yay~ .
-
2009. B/W film, as is. A man, who had been searching garbage bins along a street in a commercial center, approached another man who was trying to find something of value in a bin. The first man took a clean bran-new cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the other man. The neat white cigarette almost shone in the darkness. The second man, looking at it, “Where did you find it?” He asked with surprise. “Someone gave it to me.” The man said. He left quickly, probably heading to another bin. The proceeds from this item will be donated to Farestart.
-
I remember…
-
Featured in Young Enthusiasts
-
(The gardens at Palacio Monserrate) Songwriters, Poets, Philosophers, As I watch Portugal from some distance, a feeling pervades me little by little, that I must have lived somewhere in the plains of Alentejo, the subject of one my jazz pieces, in a previous life. I am trying to return. Lisbon is beautiful….I’ll try there first. But the crux of what I am penning today, the point that Lisbon was and continues today, to be a Freethinking society, not so much by direct application, but in a much wider context, by inference. It is easy to see that many people like Portugal. It was not so easy to see why. Listen to Andrade, some lines from Poema à Mãe: / ….Sometimes I am still the little boy / That fell asleep in your eyes; / I still clench against my heart / Roses so white / As the ones you have in the frame; / I still hear your voice: / Once upon a time there was a princess / amidst the orange trees… / But – you know! – the night is enormous / And all my body has grown… / I left the frame, / I gave my eyes as water to the birds, / I shan’t forget, mother. / I keep your voice inside me. / And I leave you the roses… I recently visited England, studied a technological marvel, but in my off hours, studied the people for nearly 4 weeks, as well. On ten different occasions, I was invited to dinner with engineers, editors, operations managers, and friends. On several other occasions, the privilege was extended to me, to observe gatherings in local and disparate pubs and restaurants. Newbury is a town of about 50,000 people. They are largely static in movement, if you are born in Newbury, you are likely to stay there the rest of your life….they don’t migrate much to other cities or countries. There is a good spread of occupations from factory workers to writers in that village. As a community they are seemingly quite happy to gather nightly at pubs for a beer and conversation. As I spent my time observing and writing, a pattern began to appear. After hundreds of years of distinct congregations, ie, men of the cloth appearing with others of their own education and bearing, doctors with their colleagues, there doesn’t yet today, although familial community ( a subject I address in another writing here) is strong, there isn’t much mingling of minds, outside proscribed boundaries. As I have studied Portugal, however, this line blurred a good deal. As I observed from a distance, read some of the various writings and pondered the cause and effect, the lineage of history that might bring about such a gathering, I found that Lisbon seems to be a hotbed of Freethinkers. It is unusual at the very least to find within one city, such a compendium of thought , much less the mixture of people who make up Lisbon. In short, Lisbon impacted this American with her own ideas, her worldviews, her philosophy. I am like the young man, who not having eaten for days, and not particularly bothered by missing the repasts, and coming upon the feast, am now ravenous ! Please feed me! Not the food of the table, but the food of the mind! You gave me a world. Why Portugal? Portugal is not a big nation. Her constitution was written in 1910 or thereabouts, so, as a democratic nation, this is a young constitutionality. Although Portugal has a very long history and was a world power, today, we look around and few people are paying attention. Even her language, very sadly, is getting merged with the Brazilian dialect. That used to be termed genocide by the United Nations (The death of a language dialect, officially joined as a definition of genocide in the ‘70’s, and there are far more speakers of Portuguese, than there were of Amarkaeri (spoken in southern Peru), for expample). Well, I visited. Like I visited Ireland, England, Bolivia, Mexico, and lived for many years in Peru. As a world citizen, the credentials are the resume. Having supped and conversed with citizens of many countries, what made Portugal unique to this writer? Is this group of people simply that diverse that pursuit of your learning, and by extension that of this small nation, influential to that degree? The answer for me, was YES. Songwriters, Poets and Philosophers. The nation that begat the Fado and that strangely haunting instrument, the Fado Guitar, begat several world renown poets, and begat Jose’ Moura, Pedro da Fonseca, Baruch Spinoza and other philosophers, whether they lived in Portugal or other countries (Portugal does not easily let go of her children), Portugal appears to have been an early melting pot as people flowed through Lisbon, East and West. I cannot help but wonder, as I did flying that approach to Lisbon, what other mysteries might be revealed as I searched your music, your land, your writings. As a guitarist myself, I extrapolate my music from my philosophy. I confess, I am at heart, a romantic. It’s strikingly resonant, that Portugal is a romantic land. From Mariza’s poignant voice to Andrade’s writings, one would have to be completely insensate, not to sense the throbbing life in this country. I want to close this essay, this attempt to get on paper, the thoughts that have rambled and race through my soul, heart and mind for many months now. -Oh Land- Oh land that pierces my eye, / The reflection of a sun against clotted stone walls, / The prints of my feet, / Let upon the sands of Cascais, / Whereupon my mind was drugged, / In ecstacy of life, / My freedom discovered, / My soul found its wings, / A mind unfettered, / Oh, Land. / Could you not be more merciful! / Must you make love to me / Then dash my body on Cabo Roca? / Must the stucco of Sintra haunt my dreams? Take my bleeding heart, / Heal me….there is no ointment. —Wayne Cook
-
My great friend Jo wandering along the surf at Sandhaven Beach in South Shields. This is a complete change to a week or so before when she was part of a crew on a sailing ship out in a force ten storm, which she enjoyed lol. Converted into a Holga/film effect to bring out the depth of the sands and clouds Note to self, always check spelling of title
-
Spring has sprung in my part of the world … I know there’s an abundance of blossom shots about but I thought there was room for one more :-)
-
Photographer- Melanie St Nicolaas / Model- Mallory Bakay Ellis / Manipulation-Nic Burgess
-
Pastel pencil and ink on 220gsm paper Perfect for Valentines or Anniversary Featured in Moms 4 Art group – October 2009
-
RedBubble gave me a shout out for Inside Solo
by F.A. MooreRedBubble’s “Community” gave me a shout-out for Inside Solo Magazine Wow, so nice for the magazine to be recognized in this way. It i…
RedBubble’s “Community” gave me a shout-out for Inside Solo Magazine Wow, so nice for the magazine to be recognized in this way. It is a lot of work, but also a joy to put together. If it were not for Richard Sunderland, Joanne Bradley, Linda Ridpath, Elizabeth Bravo, Mel Davies, and Beth Plastino, who all contribute feature writing, regularly, there is no way that the publication would be at its present stage or have the dimension that makes it a valuable resource, as well as an enjoyable read. Look how they laid out those covers side by side. Aren’t they cute? They look great together. Such beautiful cover art by Stephen McLaren, Bev Langby, Dorina Costras, and Anita Inverarity (left to right). How could they help but be beautiful. Well, I think someone is reading them. My domain transferred 11 GB just in the last 2 weeks. Same 2 weeks before. Thank you! And thank you RedBubble for recognizing the thought and effort that goes into sharing goodness through this publication. F.A. Moore
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
You can buy their stuff
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
Risk Free Returns
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
About RedBubble
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 332,500 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Join In
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.