Lying in the road trying not to become real road kill!!! / . / / . / O N T R A C K / . /
As National Pride swells during the quadrennial feats of strength and steroids, spare a thought for our Tibetan comrades, who will be experiencing a truly shithouse summer.
A pop art illustration I originally had published in Yen magazine.
Tripod-mounted Canon EOS 5D Mark II, remote shutter release / Canon EF 24-70mm f2.8L USM Zoom Lens with Canon UV Haze Filter and Hoya HMC ND x400 Filter (aka The Black Glass) / Focal length: 24mm / Aperture: f11 / ISO: 50 / Speed: 30 seconds / WB: Auto / Image: Single RAW file, converted in DPP, cropped. / Location: Dawn, Dee Why, Sydney, 10 May 2009 Best viewed large
..painted for the soldiers that gave their lives for us on the poppy fields of Flanders……Owlspook wrote this beautiful poem ….. .................. A golden field with flowers of red / commemorate the lives of the dead / who shed their blood in wars long gone / how could they know they were but pawns / in games that were played by greedy old men / who real purpose was beyond their ken / and these old men took the best of us / without a care, without any fuss / they sent them off into the battle / to be slaughtered like barnyard cattle / they did not care twas not their mind / twas money and power that made them blind / and now again it’s off to war / far away from our home land shore / to bear the brunt of old men games / to feed the fire and the flames / how blind we be to shut our eyes / and play the games of old men lies / afraid to speak afraid to say / this is not right we will not play / but the noose it tightens every day / afraid to say / afraid to say / this is not right we will not play / but the noose it tightens every day …. ! Oil on canvas paper …Donovan... .
РАБОТА (pronounced RABOTA) means ‘WORK’ in Russian. So get to it, comrades!! Also in the series- /
This was painted in Photo Shop on a blank file set at 300 dpi. This painting is NOT photo generated or photo manipulation. This Is Mitch. He is my creation. He is was born in Venice Italy. His mother is Italian his father… well your just going to have to wait till I get his first chapter written. His family moved to the states , NYC, when he was 6. / After his father died his mother (never very caring in the first place) took off and he was left alone to bury his father at the age of 9. The only thing of value he had was a black Journal. After reading it Mitch finds out he is much more than just human. The continence of the journal was the history of his grandfather. Not wanting what happened to his grandfather to happen to him, Mitch takes to the streets. He spent his time growing up on the streets where he met an old blues player who taught him to play a guitar and sing the blues. That’s how he got money, singing on the streets and in joints. With his deep soulful voice and good looks getting a gig was easy. But it wasn’t enough, not for the life he wanted. / So being Italian… It was easy for him to find “other” work. He had learned to knife fight on the streets and became quite good. Then he hooks up with a small time drug lord and so it begins his true life of crime, soon Mitch becomes the right arm man for one of the biggest Mobsters in NYC…… Later , at the height of his success, just 18 Mitch unknowingly kills the Godfather’s nephew in a jealous rage, now he’s their target. / / Copyright / These Images and Writings Do Not Belong To ANY Public Domain. All images and Writing are copyright © Patricia Anne McCarty & Deep Red Tiger Images 2009. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images or Writings without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. / Hombres Fatal / Villains and Villainess / Air Brush Art
Tried out a sketchy illustration style a little while ago, this was the result.
After shooting the pool at the Surf Lifesaving Club. I went for a rock hop around the corner and got to the Ladies pool just after the sun had come over the horizon. For about 15 minutes the sun was a really intense golden colour and lit up the water beautifully.
The lovely Pam Grier. / / / / / /
I am not sure if i will add more colour…have a million drawings done all with a lack of colour ….they look so sad black and white
VIEW LARGE PLEASE! Coming home from San Francisco.. I am now working for the Democratic Party.. by the way.. paid.. and I am in heaven.. I took a detour.. something said to me.. Lina.. go to the Sea…take you time going home.. Well I have shot this area before.. but this was just damn glorious and I cried at the beauty of this magnificence of Our Existence… All of YOu this morning have touched me so deeply.. I am in awe of this site.. can’t seem to believe how magical this mode of communication has become for our own growth… Ok enough ..sorry..Love All Of You.. My HUge.. Possee!!
/ From the Series Landscape… “Winter Storm”..... Watercolour on Arches Paper… Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, / Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, / Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air / Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, / And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end. / The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet / Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit / Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed / In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Ralph Waldo Emerson
/ “Gale Force” is part of the Series “Green” and the “Weather” Series.... The Earth and all her nuances….this painting was inspired by an out of print book on weather…then I saw a photo of a hurricane in a book for painters about 15 years ago…..recently I remembered both images and created Gale Force…..but it is my own particular vision of the effects of such a storm… to get the feeling of constant movement, I painted it in an unfettered very loose style....Janis Watercolour on Arches Paper Green’ is the most flagrantly uninhibited dance of every organism alive; / As the unsurpassable buckets of rain, pelted unfettered from / the belly of fathomless sky”. Nikhil Parekh /
If you were or still are a fan of the popular TV show Magnum P. I., then this is a tee for you depicting the logo of TC’s helicopter charter company in the show.
Despite the eerie effect of interstellar high-speed flying, this is an Australian native plant known as a Yakka bush. / ... / Shot at waist level, staring into a perfectly spherical yakka, this can hurt the eyes: Walking into these long thin green blades would do severe retina damage. / ... / Probably the same effect as “going to light-speed” into the sun. #NOTE:# Known as Xanthorrhoea priessii, the Yakka plant is a grass-tree, also spelled yacka. To engage in Hard Yakka is a common phrase in the Australian lexicon. One of Australia’s most well-known brands of work clothing is entitled Hard Yakka. All artwork is copyright© to Stephen Mitchell All Rights Reserved. / You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify my photography, writing, and artwork without my express consent.
Woodie Woodpecker lives in the enchanted forest and taps away all day on the tree bark….taptap! taptap!..what a wondrous sound echoing through the forest….......and who knows for how much longer we will hear him tapping away they are becoming rarer by the minute like all our woodland birds…..A First experimental mixed media fun painting,watercolor and pastel on Ingres paper Woodpecker song ......’SAVE THE BIRDZ’ RSPB .....featured in ‘works on paper’+‘country bumpkin’ groups…..
I took this photo quite a while ago. Pamela B. requested that I put this one on here. If you have never checked out her photos, especially her water macro, you should do so. They are unbelievable, and very beautiful. Thank you for your push and inspiration and encouragement Pamela.!!!! I hope you guys like this. I will try more in the future.
sometimes you just feel like doin’ it! /
I did not try, but friends tell me they like to play golf in order to forget struggle of work and daily life… There is a version for light shirts as well.
Hit The Floor / by / Limp Bizkit / There are just too many times that people have tried to look inside of me / Wondering what I think of you well I protect you out of courtesy / Too many times that I’ve held on when I needed to push away / Afraid to say what was on my mind / Afraid to say what I need to say / Too many things that you’ve said about me when I’m not around / You think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down / But I’ve had too many standoffs with you it’s about as much as I could stand / So I wait till the upper hand is mine One minute you’re on top / The next you’re not, watch it drop / Making your heart stop / Just before you hit the floor / One minute you’re on top / The next you’re not, missed your shot / Making your heart stop / You think you’ve won / And then it’s all gone So many people like me that put so much trust in all your lies / So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside / So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long / All I know is that all I want is to feel like I’m not stepped on / There are so many things you say that make me feel you cross the line / What goes up will surely fall, and I am counting down the time / Cause I’ve had so many standoffs with you it’s about as much as I could stand / So I waiting until the upper hand is mine One minute you’re on top / The next you’re not, watch it drop / Making your heart stop / Just before you hit the floor / One minute you’re on top / The next you’re not, missed your shot / Making your heart stop / You think you’ve won / And then it’s all gone / And then it’s all gone / And then it’s all gone / And then it’s all gone / Now it’s all gone. / I know I’ll never trust a single thing you say / You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway / And all the lies have got you floating up above us all / But what goes up has got to fall… One minute you’re on top / The next you’re not, watch it drop / Making your heart stop / Just before you hit the floor / One minute you’re on top / The next you’re not, missed your shot / Making your heart stop / You think you’ve won / And then it’s all gone / And then it’s all gone / And then it’s all gone / And then it’s all gone / Now it’s all Gone.
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