Jenniferb
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Digital photography Burn For You #2
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Photo Manipulation And no! I don’t feel like I’m broken! :-)
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Experimenting with brushes and textures in Photoshop – Digital Art Smoke / Smoking 2 / Heatwave # 1 / Heatwave # 2 / Heatwave #3 / Heatwave #4 / Cooling Down
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Digital photography/Photoshop
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Human Bookmark
by JenniferBI had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that I was a bookmark – a human bookmark, resting between the pages of a book.
Some dreams are strange…
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I think many of us know what it feels like when a bout of depression kicks you in the guts for no, one single reason you can put your finger on… Acrylic/Oil and Digital
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Giving my brain a rest… :-)
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Only one of this series to go I promise! lol Animal Series Tiger Lady / Leopard Lady / Reptillian Lady / Snake Lady
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An image that came to me when I thought about the kind of written work many people define as being called, ‘Hate Poetry’. I prefer to call this type of writing, ‘Therapeutic Writing’ or ‘Venting’. I don’t ‘hate’ anyone when I write something that expresses anger or disgust about an issue or a type of behaviour, I never hate the person themselves, I don’t even really ‘hate’ the behaviour or ‘incident’ that is being described, I’m simply responding to it with an emotion of some description at the time. Generally within an hour of completing a piece of writing, I’m feeling a sense of release and am fine again. The word ‘Hate’ is such a strong word, and people are apt to use it far too lightly and flippantly, similar to the way that the strength and power, of the emotion called ‘Love’, can be weakened and diluted, when it the word itself is either spoken or written too frequently and carelessly. The words ‘Love’ and ‘Hate’ in themselves are strange words, for they infer feelings that are extremely slanted towards either protecting or destroying someone or something. We protect those we are supposed to love, and we destroy those we are supposed to hate. Truth be known, I don’t think I’m capable of feeling such extremes of either emotion, I think I spend way too much of my life hovering around the perimeter of things, looking in, imitating the ways in which I’m supposed to think and feel about everything that’s going on… Mmm… This description has turned into quite some muse, considering all that really triggered it, was a comment I made to another person whereby I said, “You know, if I didn’t pick up a pen and write about it, it’s possible I’d pick up a gun and shoot someone.” But in having said that, I don’t feel this way because I hate anyone, but more because I just want something to STOP or go away, so I write it out of my system. I’m writing more softer stuff lately, than I’ve ever written before in my Life… There was a time when all of my writing used to sound angry, depressing and dark, it seems to be changing form and style lately… I’m not sure why… As yet I’m still considering whether or not I ‘Love’ this shift in my style of writing, or whether, in fact, I actually ‘Hate’ it. I guess more than anything, I simply prefer to flow where ever the current mood carries me to, and despite the common viewpoint of many people, I don’t believe that all emotions are capable of being controlled or contained… Nor maybe whether they even should be.
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Something about memories, secrets, past, present, future and who really gives a fuck anyway?
by JenniferBThe internet is a strange place, for many, like myself, it becomes a safe place, a place of refuge, warmth and protection, the life we re…
The internet is a strange place, for many, like myself, it becomes a safe place, a place of refuge, warmth and protection, the life we reveal to others is portrayed on snapshots, tiny colourful glimpses of the entire picture, cryptic messages carved on the damp. cavernous walls of poems, stories and prose. Away from the internet we live, breathe, fuck, fight, earn a living, pay off debts, owe and feel obligated to people, in general we complicate our lives, more often than not, taking the easy road simply to please other people, keeping the peace to avoid conflict and confrontation. Life itself becomes a metaphor for codependency and we let others who depend on us suck the life force out of us. In taking care of others we lose ownership of ourselves… Our identities fall into the messed up, murky mosh-pit of everyday living. Some people have precious memories to look back on, images in the back of their minds that bring a smile to their faces causing them to sigh and shake their heads from side to side… Other people recall only painful nightmares and the memories that make them smile are far and few between. I think it’s important to remember that today’s experiences will one day become tomorrow’s memories,they’ll become the movies and photographs we replay in our minds over and over again… We can only change and shape those images by adding newer, happier ones to the album, and that can only be achieved in the present, by the things we do today. Wouldn’t it be great if we could put our memories through photoshop, edit, soften and enhance them? Ah shit, I’m just rambling, I haven’t written fuck all in a while and this is the only way I can get my mind back into gear… Creating letters and words out of my thoughts, that are unfortunately, due to a cocktail of mood stabilising chemicals, pretty limited. Sometimes I have to shut everything off, hold everything back, breathe everything in and close everything down in order to open myself up and let it all out. On those days it can seem like I’m non-existent… But I’m still here, just behind your computer screens, feeling and thinking, but saying nothing. We all have our secrets I guess…
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Love that negative effect in photoshop… I’m feeling all coy and introverted today. :-P
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Taking some time out for silent reflection…
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Experimenting with different painting styles using left over, dirty paint hahaha. Acrylic/Digital
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