Heartache
319 creative works found
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Townsites in the Wheatbelt are becoming more desolate as the salt erodes communties and the buildings they live in… the white death they call it. Katanning, West Australia.
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Pure white rose spattered with blood
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The city can be a dark and lonely place for some, I thank my lucky stars that I’m not one… This concept came to me one morning just after waking up. This is when most of my ideas and imagery come to me. I’ve worn back the edges to further skew the image.
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Can you guess what color this rose originally was??? Heres a hint…it was not yellow..nor was it pink….. =) (I just kinda kept going where ever the winds of Photoshop would take me..and this is where I stopped ) /
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Forgotten
by girlinthestarsI’m broken now / But I have not forgotten the way it feels / To swallow rain like candy drops / And then to Stop And fervidly kiss / ...
This is based on a true story that never happened…:) I imagined being left….it inspired this…
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And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye. / - Antoine de Saint-Exupery medium: graphite, charcoal and acrylic paint on 300gsm medium tooth paper. size: 42×59.4cm (A2) currently listening to: Emotion – by Destiny’s Child
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A character study for an album cover and inspired by musician PJ Harvey. This sketch carries symbolic elements, / the string and knot on the finger – memory and remembering, / ‘bloody hole in chest where heart ought to be’ – represents outpouring of emotion, this contrasts the serene expression on the girl’s face. Despite the emotional elements in this sketch, I also find it empowering, as the wounds of life only make us stronger. Crystal Thomas
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/15905899/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- There are so many familiar sayings out there about ‘Time’ as we know it. Time heals all wounds. Time flies when you’re having fun. Time stands still. Time waits for no one. If I could turn back the hands of Time. Frozen in Time. Timeless…. you get the idea. Well, I wanted to create a series that perhaps captured the essence of these things, in relation to human emotion. And so my Time series was born. I know in my heart what each of them means, but I did not name them anything specific, so that the viewer could make up their own mind as to the meaning of each piece. I think that is something unique to every individual. So…my heartfelt thanks for continuing to watch and support my artistic endeavors. It feeds the fire that burns and inspires. / Aimee
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Work based on one of my dance photographs. First in a series
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Sony DSC F717 digital photo enhanced with Photoshop. / “FEATURED IN THE MULTIRACIAL BEAUTY Group” / “Featured in the EXCEPTIONAL EKPHRASIS Group 10/9/09” / “Featured in the FREEDOM IN WORDS Group” * “In homage to love across the divide. Love knows no color it embraces all blindly. “ When I first heard Mike Wich’s beautiful instrumental I began to see a flood of images from my life. Images of love won, love lost and love found again. Of happy and not so happy times. Images of my fleeting summer days crashing against my autumn nights. While my lover slept in the other room, I shut the door and began to sing this song. The music, the song and the memories inspired this image. Thank you to Mr. Mike Wich for graciously allowing me to record and to publish it here and on YouTube. Thanks for listening. In Another Place, In Another Time *(Listen on YouTube) / Song written & performed by RoyAllenHunt © 2/13/08 / No Será Largo, Music written & performed by Mike Wich © 2007 I remember when I held your face in my two hands. When I kissed your mouth I could taste the breath of change draw me in. Oh our sweet innocence. And the many times, the many, many, many times our bodies intertwined. I becoming yours you becoming mine. In another place, in another time, days turned into night. We shared such a happy, happy life. In another place, in another time. It wasn’t planned it just was. No questions asked it was just because. What we did we did for love. And if mistakes were made, in our loving we forgave. We knew somehow it was the only way. Even if we cried, after our tears were dried, our love managed somehow—to survive. In another place, in another time. And that we’re older now I have one wish to make. If only one last journey we could take. If in the time we have left, could we go back to trace those very same steps that we did back then—and do it all over again? Ooh, in another place, in another time. Days turned into night we shared such a happy, happy life. In another time, I was yours—and darling you were mine. In another place, in another time, days turned into night – such a happy, happy, happy life. In another place, in another time, I was yours and—you were mine. In another place, in another time. In another place in another time.. /
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Print version of my tee, Hold Me… / / am really glad and thankful that you guys have been able to tell and feel the emotions from this design when i first upload it as a tee yesterday.. thank you thank you.. X) / Originally draw with .05 pen in my A6 sketchbook.. / textured and colored in photoshop.. Inspired by the song When Love and Death Embrace by HIM I’m in love with you / And it’s crushing my heart / All I want is you / To take me into your arms When love and death embrace I love you / And you’re crushing my heart / I need you / Please take me into your arms When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace
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Originally draw with .05 pen in my A6 sketchbook.. sometimes when i can’t get to sleep, i’d take out my lil sketchbook and doodle as i listen to my (now dead) ipod.. i find it rather relaxing to doodle in the dark.. i don’t need to worry about details.. no worries about me spoiling/hurting my eyes.. i hardly bother to squint.. to me, am just doodling with what little light i get from my brother’s room.. the point of sketching in the dark is to not worry about details and mistakes. so i won’t be stressed about making mistakes.. =D / textured and colored in photoshop.. Inspired by the song When Love and Death Embrace by HIM I’m in love with you / And it’s crushing my heart / All I want is you / To take me into your arms When love and death embrace I love you / And you’re crushing my heart / I need you / Please take me into your arms When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace / When love and death embrace
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what is the point of telling you anything / you never listen to me / you only hear the bad, the worst / but the good news? / you don’t care for them at all why? am i nothing to you / can’t you understand me / can’t you try, at least / do i mean nothing to you? why can’t you feel happy for me? i fought hard on my own / i’m slowly reaching my goals / accomplishing them slowly but why… / why do you feel nothing for me? uploaded this a few days ago actually.. just didn’t have it published till now.. you know.. that feeling.. when you’ve accomplished something, but no one seems to give a damn? it feels like sorta.. like having acid pouring out of my heart instead of blood.. running through my veins, burning me from the inside.. tears.. tears burn my eyes.. so much, it’s as if i’m crying blood.. how can i not turn into a hermit? if i retreat from people.. maybe i won’t need them so much. i won’t care for them. then i won’t feel pain if they never care or love or feel happy for me, hey?
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I wanted to do an image that symbolizes the Victorian bushfires that started on Saturday the 7th of February 2009, but I didn’t want this image to be sad (although we all know how devastating it has been), I wanted this image to be about the loss, the lives saved, how Australians came together and the growth to come. The Bird symbolizes all the lives that were saved, but this bird has no nest, so it also symbolizes all the homes that were lost and the nothingness some of these people now feel. The Birds claw clinging onto the tree branch is there to symbolize the fire fighters thoughts of hanging in there, and putting all these fires out. The Heart is there to symbolize all the heart ache and love, which us Australians have felt and will never forget. The Flower is there to symbolize all the help, support, donations and everything that us Australians have given to those affected, just to let them know that they have got support, and us Aussies are all here to help. The Music symbols are there to symbolize (all the lives lost) all the spirits flying up into the sky. The Leafs symbolize the growth to come, with rebuilding these affected communities. And I did not want an actual image of a fire in my design, so the swirls of the bird’s tail are there to symbolize the raging fire that affected so many. I ended up donating $630 for the bush fire appeal, from 2 paintings i auctioned and a couple of T’s :o)
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I can’t see nobody (I love the Nina Simone remix) I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by. / I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy. / Then you happened,girl, this feeling that posesses me. / I just can’t move myself. I guess it all just had to be. I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. I used to have a brain; I used to think of many things. / I watched the falling rain and listened to the sweet birds sing. / Don’t ask me why, little girl. I love you and that’s all I can say. / You’re ev’ry ,ev’ry breath I take.You are my nights; my night and day. I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. Every single word you hear…is coming from this heart of mine. / I never felt like this before…a love like yours so young and fine. / And now as I try to forget you…it doesn’t work out any way. / I loved you such a long time ago…but in my eyes you’ll always be. / Every single word you hear…is coming from this heart of mine. / I loved you such a long time ago…don’t know why… / And I don’t know why…baby… I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. [Creative Effects: Contrast/Brightness, Shadow adjustments, Omni Spotlight with Photoshop] Tweed Heads, February 2009.
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Tiffany knew that Mikey was playing her for a fool, stepping out with that jezebel from down the hall at number 3. She knew she should tell that lying, cheating scum that she was done with him – give him back his dime store ring and catch the first bus back to Virginia. Of course, she couldn’t. She was a slave to her heart… her careless, careless heart. Inspiration for this piece Well, I got sick and tired of working with models who turned up late (if they turned up at all), who couldn’t follow direction worth a damn, and demanded a private change room with a bowl full of M&M’s – but only red ones mind!! So I figured I would find me some models who were always available, any time of the day or night, who were never precious and cost me peanuts! Ok… so the above is a total lie ;) / I recently saw the work of this fabulous artist who cuts out images from book covers and then carefully folds them to create 3D dioramas and just knew I had to try it for myself. Now I am addicted! What a wonderful way to tell a story…. If anyone has any pulp fiction novels from the 1940’s to 1960 just collecting dust, or hidden away in a box being chewed on by rats, that you wouldn’t mind parting with PLEASE contact me.
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There was too little to know / out of two fingers touching / Between them lay note pads / and sentiments / and dreams / and two people who knew they / wanted more / out of somewhere / more was waiting But there was too little to know / out of two fingers touching / in the night. Linaji 2009 What is amazing is F.A. Moore was right. In this original image she said she saw the Male and the Female spirits in the work. I knew in this first piece of my Tantric Series there was a distinctive Penis and a Clitoritis showing up while I was working. (can you find them?) / Below are the two genitals male and female found in this work ..blown up and worked on again to create the Tantric Series I am exploring new ways to look at Sexuality. This will be a series of exploration in New Sexual Avenues Not yet investigated by me Artistically nor in Vere. TANTRIC SERIES… Clitoritis UN-interruptus / TANTRIC SERIES… Erection Persona / Rain On MY BraIn / Within moments changing from a dust cloud to rain / Drops of A wake-up call pattered softly on my brain And there you stood Hands clasping a totem.. I squealed “For Me!” / All’s I could see / Were lights and a stage playing out my destiny (and that was so Big!) Circle within circle / Eternity’s logic / Lovers laying down pretense as their pet project / Wanting and seeing new parameters to feel in / To love in / To dance in / To ask themselves to BE in This cloud of revelation raining down on my / Investigation / Has me flying out there without that hesitation Did not look like body to body / More soul to soul / Which infused the body like a springboard / And off to school we go I had hoped for new eyes in my lover / To see beyond what was familiar seems so undercover / Fear was the keeper of living the other / Familiar like a sister and bonded like my bro / And me? / I want new arenas to discover ‘I’d like you to know’ THEN “Coming” said the Mandela. / New Horizons on it’s way soon / No delay this time my sweetheart commin at’cha / Just half past Round noon I knew my desire was expanding beyond / And that nothing could hold me down / Or keep my lost perspective from someday / Wanting to be found I sat down with my future and I looked deep into my past / I smiled at the outcome / I knew the pertinent questions to be asked I felt free Oh so free; I felt fun and I knew / I’d just begun this part of my journey that’s / Guiding me though / The beliefs that I am limited to precarious thought / Or that I need to do anything that’s outside my heart / So I wait and I listen for what’s true is much more / Insiders work beyond perceptions door. Linaji 2009
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What is amazing is F.A. Moore was right. In the orginal image she said she saw the Male and the Female image in the work. I knew in the first piece of this Tantric Series there was a distinctive Penis and a Clitoritis showing up while I was working. / Below is the original work as this piece was taken from part of that work and magnified so I could create the male part of the original image. / I am exploring new ways to look at Sexuality. This will be a series of exploration in New Sexual Avenues Not yet investigated by me Artistically nor in Vere. TANTRIC SERIES … His Heartache became Hers / Fingers _There was too little to know / out of two fingers touching / Between them lay note pads / and sentiments / and dreams / and two people who knew they / wanted more / out of somewhere / more was waiting But there was too little to know / out of two fingers touching / in the night_. Linaji 2009 TANTRIC SERIES… Clitoritis UN=interruptus /
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11:11 INN-SIDE HER PASSIOIN .SHE ROLLS OVER… / it was lazy and she knew it / Karma was inside her passion / rooted in a flower called Datura / perennial poison / seeded with the darkness he bore / . / she touched softly and thought loudly / aching for connective tissues / larva nests of glorious beginnings / between them / Destine to shine / as she came full force toward her fate / . / she laughs now, a mad woman’s calling / masked in white trumpets silky sheen / symmetry forms from her body parts / accepting matter and dust to dust / as she feels the depths / cellular lovers slow the pace, / One foot in front of the other Her only way / back / dreaming / feeling her / blooming stunted / as the cloud cover / thickens / He is awake again / she chooses instead / a hand that feels familiar / and the longing / transforms / transmutes / . / She rolls over and opens / the window / she smells the day ahead / her sweat and her passion / remain like dew upon her / kissed skin / She holds him / Her dark Man / crying / She kisses lightly / His poisonous tears / a fervent bath / a reminder / ‘We all want for something’ / Just see how deeply our want! / Let him have simplicity / She thought / What’s wrong with that? / And with such a simple / Direction she took to / Seeding her world with / Her own might and purpose AGAIN SHE ASKED What’s wrong with that? / It was her simplicities measure / Full breasts water / her crops worth / In keeping the seed / She is alive / Even the greatest powers that be / Knows about owning the seed one foot / in front of the other, She chooses her destiny Linaji 2009 {{Ok.. this is a trip I just googled Clitoritis.. and I got my own work posted.. omg..! Go Here fricken a trip!! / LOLOL wow.. Google chooses my definition for School children!!}} PASSIONS CORE… THE TANTRIC SERIES / ≈≈≈ / / HIS HEARTACHE BECAME HERS… THE TANTRIC SERIES / ≈≈≈ / / ERECTION PERSONA… THE TANTRIC SERIES / ≈≈ / / Clitoritis Un-Interrruptus… The TRANTRIC SERIES
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The Divine and Unbearable Celestial Love Affair
by ShadowDancerShe lay quietly, glistening, / the stars of her skin twinkle as his fingers pass / and he wonders what universe her mind is in / as he feels…
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