Grief
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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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Watercolor on board, colored pencil. Ravens are intellegent, interesting birds with distinct personalities. Last year I taught a watercolor workshop in Yellowknife NT, 100 miles south of the arctic circle, a place that must be the raven capital of the world. Many women I met there also like them and had stories illustrating just how special these corvids are. Raven flies through the spiritual traditions and myths of Celtic and First Nations peoples. Sometimes with positive associations, other times not, depending on the culture telling the story. This painting was created a few years ago and the exerpt is taken from the portion of my notes describing the way I personally relate to ravens. My father died a few months ago, prior to that he was cared for by my mother and myself, with home health (hospice) nurses coming by every three days. Watching a loved one slowly depart mind and body over a course of days, weeks, months and even years is something many women (and men) are doing these days. Our children grow up, but within a few years we begin caring for aging parents. This painting celebrates not only raven and the waning moon, crone phase of life but the way observing the decline and death of loved ones can sober a person. We look death straight in the eye, realizing that the empty darkness within the skull’s socket is our fate as well. This realization, once it hits you in the gut, is strangely liberating and can shed new light and perspective. Sometimes, at the end of those long days taking care of dad and witnessing all that transired, I’d stand outside in the Texas night. I’d breath in the cool, cedar scented air, gaze up at the moon and try to process it all, just like the woman in this painting. “From birth, when we enter the world of light, until death, when we journey outward through the center of the Big Dipper and onward to the land beyond the pines, women own the power to perpetuate tradition and culture. Worldwide, regardless of patriarchal society’s efforts to negate, steal, and belittle this truth, woman is the cohesive balance within the family. Our caring hands deliver new life, and often escort life out of this world as well, when we care for and accompany our dying relatives to the very end. Our love and actions weave the strands of life within family and community into a cohesive net. When society convinces us otherwise, or prevents women from doing so, the net frays and unravels. The burdens are often heavy, yet women endeavor to perpetuate their powerful role within family and community. All women are sacred, carrying within the promise of future generations. Nothing and nobody can take this away. “ Text and image copyright Helena Nelson -Reed. Please do not use without written permission.
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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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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This artwork was featured in Emotional Adults – Not Happy Campers Title is a line from one of my favourite songs, Killing Loneliness by HIM The waves in this image were a happy accident, and were created from simply doing a total horizontal blur of some clouds… Model Stock / Stock copyrights remain the property of their respective owners.
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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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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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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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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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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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Dealing With Loss – Grief /
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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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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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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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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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This is actually a beige room, but it came out green and I love it! One of those ‘ooh look how that came out!’ moments!
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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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Oil on canvas. All profits made from this image will be donated to the / Fanconi Anemia Research Fund . / Fanconi Anaemia (FA) is a rare inherited (genetic) disease, leading to progressive bone marrow failure, chromosome fragility and high cancer susceptibility. Gratefully / Carole
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This is about separation, loss, grief and blackness. This is about…the day we broke up.
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