Hope yellow
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Flower Power Project 2008 , for all those who have contributed in some form to support the amazing artist community, that wanted to help make a statement, and set a new World Record! Photography / Smudge Art TM. By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Flower Power Project 2008 , for all those who have contributed in some form to support the amazing artist community, that wanted to help make a statement, and set a new World Record! Photography By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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For anyone who likes religion or bunnies
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This work is in acrylic on canvass. Psalm 56:8 / “You have collected all my tears in your bottle.” I choose one of my poems to accompany it. Sarah’s Song Hollow skeleton, empty arms, / Cold pillow by my head; / Hot my face, – wet my tears, speak / Groanings deep from love-wrenched soul; / Pounding heart and anguished grimace; / Hope abandoned leaves love’s torture. Fourteen years my soul has wrestled, / Watched another take my place, / Give him what my soul does long to, / Fill his comfort, soothe his needs, / Even given what I cannot; / His son suckled at her breast. What was that? Someone believes it? / He said I would have my joy? / Can I hope when hope has faltered; / Can I give what died in me? / Furrowed brow and trembling torso; / Can I offer heart and soul? Faith takes over where hope faltered. / I believe, now let it be. / Once again I’ll hold him to me. / Each our wells pour passion’s torrent / Flowing deep until, all given, / Lie we one, both soul and body. From this spring comes laughter reigning. / Life from death brings life again. / Warmth and softness snuggle to me, / Fingers warm his tiny grip. / Here I hold what could not happen, / Son of Laughter at my breast. Can I hope when hope has faltered? / Can I give what died in me? / Furrowed brow and trembling torso; / Can I offer heart and soul?
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Tunnel / by Third Day I won’t pretend to know what you’re thinking / I can’t begin to know what you’re going through / I won’t deny the pain that you’re feeling / But I’m gonna try and give a little hope to you Just remember what I’ve told you / There’s so much you’re living for There’s a light at the end of this tunnel / There’s a light at the end of this tunnel / For you, for you / There’s a light at the end of this tunnel / Shinin’ bright at the end of this tunnel / For you, for you / So keep holdin’ on You’ve got your disappointments and sorrows / You ought to share the weight of that load with me / Then you will find that the light of tomorrow / Brings a new life for your eyes to see So remember what I’ve told you / There’s so much you’re living for
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Yestrday, Today and Tomorrow – Nature and Animals – 2009 Calendar by Zhao, Ze
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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow – People – 2009 Calendar by Zhao, Ze
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My take on Shepard Fairey’s phenomenal Obama Hope portrait for Australia’s slightly lower key leader. Take from it what you will. If you want specific text below it can be done. There are more versions of this vector image, including the same in green and just his head, both look great and if you want them on a shirt just ask.
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The yellow rump warbler has a wonderfully sweet song so it is fitting to include it with the Chinese proverb which reassures, “If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come,” a beautifully lyrical way of saying we must never let go of hope! (And, since green is the color of hope, the metaphor, green bough, is right on the money!)
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Donated by Christopher Ewing All profits from purchasing this work and any others in this profile will be donated to the Wildlife victims of the Victorian bush fires.
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a mixture of photography and digital media For limited edition prints on Fuji Crystal Archive Paper – Gloss finish go to: www.neoartists.co.uk/gallery.asp?stuID=274
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‘Tangled Hope’ / 24″ x 18″ / Oils / Finished sides, ready to hang, needs no frame / Now available on my web site: “http://www.badkittyartstudio.com/tangledhope.html/” / Here’s the quote for the work: / “There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer; no disease that enough love will not heal; no door that enough love will not open; no gulf that enough love will not bridge; no wall that enough love will not throw down; no sin that enough love will not redeem . . . It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble; how hopeless the outlook; how muddled the tangle; how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all. If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world . . .” / ~Emmet Fox Hello world, it’s me BAD! Kitty, I am back with new work to share. This ones a personal work of heart / and soul for me. It is the first time I figured out something important, and forgave myself for not / being able to do anything about it now. Lesson learned, live regret free, it’s all the freedom we may / really have in this free-will, wholesale life. / That’s good stuff. / I know it’s just a painting, just some / time spent thinking with paint out loud. It’s done to honor the passing of my Father, Michael Brown. / I could not share many years with this Man, which I think we were both a little less, inside, for. He / was my Father, and I didn’t’t get to say goodbye, I am sorry, it’s all okay. And the fact will remain for / the rest of my life that I will not be able to do that act. What I can do is live, better. Simple. Make it right when you can, and if you can’t then still be able to, love, as a verb. I spent my whole / life loving my Father, I never stopped. I always sent that energy into the world, as I still do for my / Mother who is (19 years now) M.I. A. I can love them, by living my life and being what they made me / to be…more, better, smarter than they were. That I now know what not to do, and I also know HOW / freaking hard it is to raise kids now to adulthood…shit fire. I know there is no way I can turn back time and fix stuff. And if I live with that on my heart and soul, / it will eat me alive. Forgiveness is the only gift I have to offer myself for that fact. And to become / wiser. Become more. Become. Continue. When we meet again, these earthly issues will not matter, so why should I continue to hurt, will it / help? Will it make time travel possible? Nope. Crap. I know he is not suffering any longer and that / makes my heart heal a little bit more. Okay, then I still have to live with myself and all I can think to / do is to say it, be it, do it. This ones for you Dad. With my thanks and my honor in my open hand. This ones for you Dad, may / you always be at rest in peace. I’ll see ya later. Thanks for everything, really, I mean it. Whew, I tell you it feels uber good to get through and to the other side of perspective on this one. / My reality is shaped by my ability to maintain a hold on my perspective. Now I can move back into / my life again. It’s very uncomfortable to be an alien in my own mind. Wandering around…not getting / much done and well…wasting air space. I feel reunited with myself through this…processes. It’s all / good, I’m an imperfect human working hard to be the best me in each moment…always, forever / reaching, learning and growing. / True that. Thanks for being here, / Heather / www.badkittyartstudio.com
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Hope
by Leah McNeirLet this fractal flame of beautiful yellows, reds, oranges and hints of blue enliven your spirits.The geometric design within, the 6 pointed star, has been used throughout the ages in many cultures and religions as a symbol of hope, peace, creation, balance between the heavens and earth, male and female, gods and humanity, above and below, inner space and outer space. Fractal Artwork © Leah McNeir, 2008. Close up of details: /
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To console those who mourn in Zion, / To give them beauty for ashes, / The oil of joy for mourning, / The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; / That they may be called trees of righteousness, / The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified. / ~Isaiah 61:3 Stock Credits: / Texture by http://texturemattic.deviantart.com/
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Donated by Robert Elliott All profits from purchasing this work and any others in this profile will be donated to the Wildlife victims of the Victorian bush fires.
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ALL SALES OF THIS IMAGE WILL BE DONATED TO JUST GIVING – TRUEPOTENTIAL PROJECT / True Potential – Just Giving site: http://www.justgiving.co.uk/truepotential Acrylic on Paper. / I donated this painting to the Canadian Cancer Society
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Original was oil on canvas. / Inspiration is that there is always hope. Even though the tree is barely alive, the roots are searching for water. / May 5, 2009-Featured in the group-Imaginative Realism. / May 15, 2009-Featured in the group-Color Me A Rainbow. / / In the Hall of Fame: Took 4th Place in the Best of Best of Yellow-May 21, 2009 Challenge for Color Me a Rainbow. Aug. 16, 2009 /
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Hoping
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Best Viewed Large All Rights Reserved / @ Julia Wright / Featured in Live, Love, Dream
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“When we recall the past, we usually find that it is the / simplest things ~ not the great occasions ~ that in retrospect / give off the greatest glow of happiness“ ~ Bob Hope ~
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