Grief
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Acrylic on Canvas. 1000×740 mm / Tears create a river to the heart, where we can then swim in the hope that will carry us back to the light of a new day…..
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It was late spring. I had my first assignment to research Peak Troullgrandra to draw new maps for future road passages along section 236. I drove as far NE as I could go before trekking by foot into the higher cliff regions. Id been traveling nearly 4 hours and the air was getting thinner, as i passed a section unseen on the old map, an alcove area appeared. When i saw something so unspeakably sad. It appeared to be anicent trolls. I had heard myths about them as a child. The Elders called them Troullgrandra’s hence the named peak. From what I could surmise from their positioning it looked as though, they had been trekking through the area seeking food and shelter from the harsh snow winters known for the area. The old legends told of those who had escaped north when man came into the area, many were killed for their skins, and to prevent them from killing our people. I approached slowly and knelt down beside the one, she appeared female, I turned to the one sitting, male, his face grievous, you could sense his loss. They had been there for many centuries, the erosion was evident. All i could think was this poor couple, probably trekking alone unable to seek shelter through a storm, she died and he couldnt bare to go on without her, he sat grief stricten and never moved again as if he was….frozen by grief. / I gathered my equitment, and trekked back to the truck when my radio signaled. It was my commander asking if we’d be able to tear through section 236. I looked back at the scene….and replied “Commander the area is unsafe i recommend we try section 237 instead, Im heading that way now” . He answered ” Okay see you back at base in a few hours then.” I placed the radio back in my packet and thought. At least for now they have peace and will remain frozen in time, and if others still exsists out there somewhere maybe they will find them. ©2007 Lisa C. Weber / . / . / . / Did you order this item today? In appreciate I’d like you to know: Ten percent of all my proceeds go to The Mount Dora Center For The Arts, who has provided quality art experiences in the Lake County region of Central Florida. They are a community oriented 501©(3) charitable nonprofit organization dedicated to fostering an understanding and appreciation of art and culture through exhibitions, arts education programs and being host to the annual Mount Dora Arts Festival. / The remaining proceeds go towards purchasing higher quality programming and program accessories, to create my art. In todays world of computer technology, programs are ever changing, advancing, and improving quality, of course they can be quiet expensive as well. So please know when you buy my art youre investing in me as an artist and helping to advance my skills, and helping a small community art center to continue providing children and adults of all ages to partisipate and learn about art. I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy the selection you have purchased today. Sincerely, / Lisa C. Weber
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In Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Reflections of Early Childhood, William Wordswoth wrote: Though nothing can bring back the hour / Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower / We will grieve not, but rather find / Strength in what remains behind. I was reminded of those lines when I saw a single blade of grass that had gone to seed and was blooming deep in the woods. The tiny flowers were a sight to behold.
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A baby angel begins to slip down into the clouds as sun rays kiss his little body. This version has the words “Forever an Angel, Forever Loved” added to make it an ideal sympathy card if someone you know has experienced this unspeakable loss. These sorts of cards are not readily available. Deanna has lost several babies to miscarriage. This art is a tribute to all the little angels in our world who left their parents far too soon. For more about surviving miscarriage, visit my web site Facts about Miscarriage
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ORIGINAL FOR SALE $1899 plus P&H As I get older I find myself exploring themes around ageing. This illustration was created from a very long walk around Melbourne last September. I found myself wondering what he was thinking, what was his life like? Is he alienated from the city or simply apart from it? From the original done in marker pen and gouache on mount board. This painting was selected for hanging at this years Camberwell Art Show. The original, measuring 97cm x 80cm (framed) is for sale. Please contact me if you wish more information. Enjoy:) Full copyright applies.
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Desmond John Spittall / 28.09.51-24.03.08 The original photograph of me and my dad was taken by my mum Liz Spittall when i was young (obviously), on our farm in Currumbin Valley. I treated it in PS to create an image i feel reflects us, as me and dad were quite similar. / I wanted to share this with the Bubble community as perhaps there can be some healing in sharing? REMEMBER WHEN ONLY MEMORIES REMAIN… The clouds outside my window are heavy and grey today… / connected… / reflecting the state of my heart. Distant memories of times gone by play over in my mind… / suspended moments in time… / People, faces forgotten from years past. / Good times and bad, a minds photographs. Gone is my rock, my constant… / my shining light amoungst the maddness. / I want you here to hold me… / to make my world seem right. My super hero… / protector… / whats a girl do without her dad? Imprinted on my heart are some stars you left behind… I hear your voice somewhere in my sleep… When the tears fall again it will be for my heart, / for now you are safe… / at one with the eternal… Forever… Remember when only memories remain… I am so proud to be your daughter… / I love you Dad…xo
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I saw the daughter of the sun; she stood / Under the north rise of the copse, where now / The shade-hoar faded, where began to show / Pale primrose heads, fresh as her own pale hood / Of straight hair, groups of early mercury / No greener than her own plain sheeny gown - / Long had I wandered in the winter-town / Of smoke-grey fog, of stone grey field and tree Nor girl she seemed, nor goddess; her grave face’ / Soft as a child’s, yet wise, brighter than spring, / More warm than summer, had strange shadowing, / Then mundane lustre held both more and less; No mirth was there, no glee, no eagerness, / No love, save love for every living thing. Elizabeth Daryush / (1887-1977) (Old Angel statue circa 1915 found in a graveyard in County Wicklow, Ireland).
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Dealing With Loss – Grief /
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Sometimes it seems as if life is so hard our soul won’t recover… but however broken the pieces, there’s still light somehow… * / Deviantart stock used: Model: tess-stock dazzle_texture Moonchilde_Stock If you like this you might like…:
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“Listen a hundred times; ponder a thousand times; speak once.” / - TURKISH PROVERB My son Kane had no idea I was photographing him at this time…He was just wondering sweetly along a path in a local parkland area when suddenly he stopped and leaned on the fence. I honestly could not believe what I was seeing through my viewfinder when he did it. Then when I saw the photograph it just blew me away. Kane is 3 years old in this photograph. This is my all time favourite photograph I’ve taken with my DSLR to date. Played with the colour version in photoshop and am very pleased with the outcome. (black and white ) This was taken with my 300mm Canon lense. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ WINNER of the LIVE LOVE DREAM Feel the Emotion Challenge WINNER OF WEEKLY CHALLENGE ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ /
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Out of ashes, new beginnings, / Out of fire comes new power, / Out of darkness, new day dawning, / Phoenix, help me in this trying hour. DJ Conway The Phoenix is the most famous of all rebirth symbols, a legendary bird that endlessly renews itself in fire. / Initially a symbol of the cyclic disappearance and reappearance of the Sun, the Phoenix soon became an emblem of human resurrection – and eventually of the indomitable human spirit in overcoming trials. My deepest hopes, since the onsets of Black Saturday and the devastation and sorrow felt across the lands of Australia, as well as here on redbubble with the outpourings of love, compassion and strength in thoughts and prayers is that it reaches and touches all who have lost someone, something or some part of their heart to this great fire – find the inner strength and wisdom, and most certainly feel the generosity and outpouring from so many human beings around the globe. / The empathy and compassion felt around the world is ironically, a gathering of souls in Unity – it saddens me that it takes a tragedy of this proportion to focus, it also fills me with joy that it is still possible… May we continue in the light of love and unify for the benefit of all humankind – as Love can move mountains All sales of this piece will be donated to Victorian Bushfire Appeal 2009 / This was an intention drawing while focusing on the victims of the Victorian Bushfires, photographed, colored in photoshop and Redfield plug-ins editing.
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Acrylic with metallic and glitter overlays on gallery wrap canvas, 40×40cm I should be feeling fantastic, my spirit should be soaring – instead I find myself earthbound and full of pain. Having stupidly broken my toe on Monday (the first broken bone ever), and being unable to take pain meds I just feel like crap. So I paint. This is for my sons girlfriends 18th Birthday and the symbology is clear (well, to me anyway) – but you can add your interpretations please:) Its also based in the song that I played a lot: INXS – Afterglow: “Touch me and I will follow in your afterglow / Heal me from all this sorrow / As I let you go I will find my way when I see your eyes / Now I’m living in your afterglow…” reproduced in part all credit and copyright of these lyrics belong to INXS
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Me and my Canon BROKEN WINGS
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Model Thanks to Steve Smith for the background image Dresses / All Out Emotion Canon EOS20D DSLR / Editing in CS3 www.daviezimages.com
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One of my all time favourite songs / a Canon A540 Powershot / a tiny halogen downlight / and me…. Kiss From A Rose – Seal
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Canon SX1-IS / Full Auto / Blue Saturation / GIMP edit / SP I make no pretense that I am anything other than a voluptous, curvaceous,rubenesque woman. I am no barbie doll, no size 8 with perfect plastic breasts, no pinup glamour princess. I am woman, all woman… I have borne and lost children and had and lost friends,lovers,partners and family. / I wear my scars and my age with dignity and respect. I am who I am. I will grow older and sag more, my wrinkles will line my skin and my body will lose its tone and muscle… so be it. This is who we are – human beings living and ageing and dying and loving and experiencing this wondrous gift called life… Baby Blue – Bob Dylan
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collaboration between myself and model Jeanette Mathisen
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Young woman behind the glass with the drops of rain
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'Sorrow is a thing with teeth...'
by lianneDid you think sorrow was a tame kitten, / slipping silently into your lap, / kneading your belly until she has / settled like a heavy weight…
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door! / Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’ / Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.’ Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven The title comes from this line: Sorrow is not a raven perched persistently above a chamber door. Sorrow is a thing with teeth… Dean Koontz, The Good Guy p 249
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red poppy song
by bellmuskerWe know better.
It’s Hallowe’en this weekend in the northern hemisphere, and Beltaine in the southern. It’s traditionally a time to embrace the darkness, and then release it. It’s harder than it seems, sometimes.
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