Love passion
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For the people of the Democratic Republic of Congo… These are the words: AN INVITATION. / It is human nature to be / overwhelmed by the inequality / so apparent in todays world. / Few people have never / wondered why it is they have so / much and others so little. / This confusion and concern / provides hope for the people / of D.R. Congo. Because it is / this troubling realisation / which encourages us to act; / to make a donation, to say a / prayer, or to purchase a gift. / HEAL Africa lives on the front / line for us, so we may contribute / what we can, when we can, / confident we’ve made a / difference. You can never give / too little. Love has a happy / way of multiplying. Calendars also available :)
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Watercolour on Paper 100cms x 70 or something x 2 as there are two of them hence the x 2 part. Am adding the song that I wrote from whence I took the titles to the two works… and to the diptych that contains them both. The individual works are here, with a fair bit more text (finally figured out I was leaving out the colon on the linking process. Yay! Go go power Paul!)... The first piece is Blame Your Green Eyes / / The second… For What They Have Seen and the uncropped version Blame Your Green Eyes For What They Have Seen Uncropped OUR LITTLE DEATHS… / You nail my guitar to the bedroom wall / You lick your lips promise me more / Take my nail polish, go out to score / But I can’t, I won’t help anymore. That final appointment waiting in line / A scar on the flesh of your inner thigh, / A casual promise and a white lie / Where the old bridge splits the hot night sky CHORUS / Our little deaths / Holding your breath / I’ll always be less / Always a mess / Ill never confess / To the cuts on my flesh / Or the tears on your dress / Are all we have left You carry the heat all bloody and keen / Hot with this fever since you were 15 / Stones you’ve kept for each lie you have been / Blame your green eyes, for what they have seen We kissed on the beach last Halloween. / And now we’ll never forget the shit we have seen / The hell in the wall the gorgeous machine / The tiny mad children that we have both been - Paul Robertson, sometimes afraid of trees.
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I read this quote from Rachel Naomi Remen, MD who for nearly 50 years has been struggling with Crohn’s disease—a painful digestive condition, in an article from Oprah Magazine, April 2002.
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A Brazilian Butterfly. This was taken while i was ministering in Brazil. I wrote this poem as a tribute to God, and the creation of butterflies. 100% of All money raised from sales, or through donations via our charity mission website of my art goes toward the Isolated rural people’s of Africa, who live in extreme poverty, sickness and disease. I invite all to please visit my Mission Africa Charity website: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Please Visit my profile page and click on the buttons to see all my work in organised groups. http://www.redbubble.com/people/joshuatree1
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Ani l’dodi vdodi li – I am my Beloved’s and Beloved is mine. This image is deeply symbolic to me as it represents my relationship with Yeshua. He is my Beloved, i love Him passionately and i am His. He loves me like no man ever could, deep in my inner being where soul and spirit meet. This golden ring is the symbol of the never ending love He has for me with the words from Song of Songs written through the center. These words are taken from the love letter He wrote to me and were forged in the winepress of death. He holds my soul in His hand and protects it from the harshness of this world. I wish you too could feel His Passion and oh if you could just smell His garments you’re heart would melt. His eyes are like pools of water and my heart leaps to hear His footsteps. His shoulders are broad and His heartbeat steady as i lay my head on His Breast and smell the clothing steeped in His scent. His words are whispers, heavy with love and i desire Him. The soft gentle light forces the darkness away and ushers in the silence filled with anticipation. His lips brush against mine, His mouth tastes sweet and i am consumed with passion for Him.
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This is what happens when I get flowers- I smile, take care of them and arrange them, and then I get out my camera to take lots of pictures! I love flowers, especially roses- simple yet complex, delicate, eternal beauties. I tried to show that in this image I created in photoshop, and just looking at it gives me a feeling of serene happiness. Hope you enjoy it too! / / / See other flowers
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Please visit Charity website: http://www.philadelphia33.org/ 100% of all money raised from sale ofall my art goes toward the extreme poor in isolated villages in Africa. I will never forget taking this photograph, as I was standing waiting for the ferry to come. Anyone who has been to rural Africa will know that things runs on African time. That’s why I call them Last minute.com. After three hours, these two guys came to me and said the ferry Had broke down on the other side, and that they would take me accross. So I got in, with all my camera equipment and a very wet Interpreter, who fell into the water. / One the way accross I suddenly realised that the large boat coming straight towards us was the Ferry. It was so funny. The fishermen refused to take any payment, as they said it would bring good fortune to the, as they had a white man in their boat. they both recieved Jesus as Lord and Saviour. It was really a blessed boat trip. visit: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/
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Dancing couple, devoted to their pose, passion, moves wrapped with inflamed. Painted with Oil on canvas, originaly 90X70 Cm
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Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (Poem 249) / by Emily Dickinson Wild Nights – Wild Nights! / Were I with thee / Wild Nights should be / Our luxury! Futile – the winds – / To a heart in port – / Done with the compass – / Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – / Ah, the sea! / Might I moor – Tonight – / In thee!
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Know Your Own Heart was drawn on Sunday 16-11-08
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My very first layers with photoshop…just my first steps but many things to come…I hope…I took a photo of a personnage created for le Jardin Botanique de Montreal.The dancer was over the water and the shot was taken at night,I cut all the black and add some texture.I’ve duplicated the dancer and did a mirror illusion so the arms would cross like the 8 of infinity.The lights inside the paper statue were magic!! / This would make a great card for celebrating friendship… / / /
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I fall quicker than I can hold on / I’d wait forever to have you with me / You have no idea sweet lover / The door you have opened to see If I showed you my flame / Would I get burnt if I showed you my pain? / Would you return when I think it’s too late? / As I yearn to run to your kiss in the rain I can feel the bliss of your ocean / You soul’s beauty glowing in your eyes / No hope of turning back to learn / Tears pulled from the sun in disguise If I showed you my flame / Would I get burnt if I showed you my pain? / Would you return when I think it’s too late? / I just want run to your kiss through the rain / Needing to hold you in my eyes forever Nicole Whitty
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A passion for purple , a passion for love….a sweet VALENTINE for you :) I whisper to the wind , watch over my love while he is away. My eyes are a window to his soul and his to mine. One glance is all I need from my sweet Valentine.
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Vinyl
by Andrew MarkRecord Store in Toronto, ON.
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Digital photography
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Macro of a red rose with waterdrops taken with a Samsung GX20 and a Sigma 50mm macro lens. Straight from the camera (except for the RAW conversion process). Roses are ancient symbols of love and beauty. The rose was sacred to a number of goddesses (including Isis and Aphrodite), and is often used as a symbol of the Virgin Mary. ‘Rose’ means pink or red in a variety of languages (such as Romance languages, Greek, and Polish). A red rose (often held in a hand) is a symbol of socialism or social democracy: it is used as a symbol by British, Irish, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Norwegian, Danish, Swedish, Finnish, Brazilian, Dutch and other European labor, socialist or social democratic parties. This originated when the red rose was used as a badge by the marchers in the May 1968 street protests in Paris. The White Rose was a World War II non violent resistance group in Germany. A bouquet of red roses is often used to show love. It is used as a Valentine’s Day gift in many countries. On St George’s Day in Catalonia people offer dark red roses as gifts, especially between lovers. The Virolai, a hymn to the Virgin of Montserrat, one of the black Madonnas of Europe, begins with the words: “Rosa d’abril, Morena de la serra…” (April rose, dusky lady of the mountain chain…). Therefore this virgin is sometimes known as “Rosa d’abril”. The red rose is thus widely accepted as an unofficial symbol of Catalonia.
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Pastel on Canson Paper / 40/65 cm ____ ORIGINAL – Private collection
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2009 Acrylic on 140 lb. Watercolour paper 24×18” From Passion Series a Collaboration with / The Australian Beauty Anthea Slade This is the 7th Painting/drawing in this series with the brilliant artist poet writer / Anthea
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Passion Series A Collaboration between Reynaldo and Anthea Slade / This is the 13th Artwork of the16 Painting/16 Drawing Collaboration with the brilliant and gifted artist/painter Reynaldo. It is a great pleasure and honour to collaborate with such a highly talented artist and wonderful person. Garden of Love I had a dream sublime / that danced across my mind / I saw giant flowers in a garden tower / above two lovers dancing, There was sun flower / yellow and gold / Filled with joy amplified / full of stories still untold. There was a pink rosebud / innocent and pure / Waiting for her time to blossom / under the sensuality of his touch. Another was a crimson daisy / with petals outreaching / Longing to connect / and nurture through her teaching. And there was also big purple heart / that opened and radiated life / Speaking of spiritual connection to start / then followed the mind, body & heart Then there was a beautiful red rose opening / to full bloom under the rain of passion, / the breeze of trust, the sun of love and / the moon of romantic seduction And the lovers danced through the flowers / eye to eye, / heart to heart, / soul to soul, / They saw each other and they knew… They had found that elusive thing / a lover who knew the real in them and / could dance to the same heartbeat / until the end of time. And they glowed and shone and they loved / and all who dared to look / felt warm because they knew, / finally, this dream was real. By Anthea Slade Painting: Reynaldo / Drawing: Anthea Slade / Poem: Anthea Slade Specifications of Reynaldo’s Painting 24×36’’ on 140 lb on watercolour paper
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2009 Acrylic on 140 lb. Watercolour paper 24×36” Purple Passion Poem was Featured in Midnight Ramblers and and Poetry and Beautiful Women 17 Sept 09 Purple Passion Poem was Featured in The Sensual Word 13 Sept 09 This is the 16 Painting and the end of this Series with the / Australian Beauty Anthea Slade brilliant and talented artist/writer / ........but fear not fellow citizens, friends and artists of RB as this is not the end of our collaborations …........ / as Anthea and I are already working on another Series that starts in a week and is a little more ambitious as Anthea is a tremendous talent, and the harmony in our work is yin and yang / beautiful to say the least, Thank you my dear Anthea Purple Passion Her body tilts back into him / opening her breast to the universe / She reveals an open heart / in order to be close / She risks raw / to reveal what is true If she falls will she be caught? / She leans back exposing her heart / her breast to the wind / Vulnerable echoes across her soul / as she risks real / in order to glow She dreams of true initimacy / but she knows that to be close / can be messy and not always polite / Closeness urges her to be more, / to push the boundaries of fear / She imagines herself dance / through expectation / as she eradicates limitation She wonders if she tells her story / will he be there / when she reveals the real in her / Human kind cannot bare too much reality / Oh it can bite, it can make her bleed / If she shows her wounds will / he still breathe her in, drink her / essence and revel in her mystery / or will he walk away But purple passion is more then all passions / the highest of all it extends / beyond the earth into the heavens, / transcendent and beautiful it is / more then what we see. Foribles and idiosyncrasies can / come out to play and / she does need to suppress / them or hide behind a facade. / When she reveals more she wonders / closing her eyes and she / imagines him still there She hungers to tell her story / and still be seen and in / her dream to be real. / What ever is written in her heart / finds a voice in time / and he will hear her. The emotion of longing / strokes her soul and she feels / his arms holding her arms / his cheeks pressed to her cheek, / his hot breath on her neck / his masculine scent mixing / with her feminie scent, / releasing the pulse of heart / and the revere of fidelity She can feel her body open / as the more she reveals / he remains / And she delights that her / truth does not shred their closness / Instead he loves her story / he holds her close to his heart / as her story unfolds / a tear scuds down his cheek. / She shares her life / of soul and her years He whispers in her ear / telling her to real more and more, / as their heart beat in time / he does not want her to shut down / her soul to social propriety / And with each truth he urges her / to be more and more of what she is He sees her, not just her sensuality and / beauty by her soul screaming to find voice / He knows her sensitivity that purrs, / her passion that integrates her reason, / and her heart that expands his universe. / He holds and contains her fragile courage / and she leans back, relaxes into his / strength and tenderness the true note of his love. She is no longer afraid to be as she is / and no longer fears the echoes of her inner strength / With his strong arms around her. / She can breathe and be, / because purple passion is just like that / where to be is finally enough! poem by Anthea Slade
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one of my latest paintings inspired by a poem by ricardo blancas: / Your Favorite Color I am a pacifist / who has never ran away / from a fight. / Over the years I’ve given / and received different colored / black eyes. the color of love. / the color of hate. / the color of rage. / the color of faith. I lay awake at night, / consumed by thought; / my mind is in constant search / of answers to questions / yet to be asked. As I look out the window, / I tend to find you’re face, / in constellations / that have no place in time or space. Condemned to live life / in a series of fairytale / like day dreams, / for ever I’ll be a perpetual slave / to the rules of man. / Drowning my sorrows / in a series of silent screams / that only those who’ve / suffered as I’ve suffered / can hear. Frustration and happiness / go hand and hand. / As there is nothing more / frustrating than chasing happiness / in the middle of the night. Nothing sadder than / waking up each morning / to find that I once again / fell short of a dream. / Hopes tends to fade away like / cigarette smoke in the wind. / / the original painting is 16×20 inches acrylic and oil on masonite and is available as the original from contact with artist… / for all occasions, fineart products can be found here at redbubble and also at my zazzle fineart gallery below, if you like please visit
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Maintenance (warning.. sexual explicit content)
by linajiI woke up / Pressing petals into figurative landscapes I am in the middle of life / Breathing and pulsating the language / ~Sexual Fant…
THIS WAS A CHALLENGE: THIS WAS THE CHALLENGE BY MY CO CREATIVE LOVELY FRIEND PATTY JO / I found yesterday I could not write out this challenge, no muse. / However upon awakening this morning after a lovely evening dancing and being quite hedonistic in welcoming in the new year / I woke up with a new perspective on this challenge. / I need to get out more!! lolol I hope you all can understand there are sides to us that remain quite hidden and elusive even to ones self. I have had certain men and dare I say women who has brought this part of me out, and when it comes out it can be quite overpowering and consuming. / I like this part of me, I just don’t want to live this part too often you see; on a daily basis for me expansion is the key and my awareness of it. I find much joy in ease and allowing then in the lustful needy yummy part that is a very fine place to visit. teehee Love, / Linaji xox aka XXX .ooolololol
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