UNLEASHED Years of extended minutes where each thought is patterned and bound are his history. But his drawers are no longer squared w…
UNLEASHED Years of extended minutes where each thought is patterned and bound are his history. But his drawers are no longer squared with folds and presses. The tangles in the curls and waves of her auburn hair have found their way into his sock drawer. There once was a time that for him all was compressed under the weight of treading carefully – not breaking the written rules of the military nor the unwritten rules of what was once home. Now a different she takes him with her into stores to peruse glittery add-ons and one day he loses himself in the painting aisle. He can hear her humming a little way across the shop- oblivious that she is interrupting the silence of choosing. It is the childlike attitude of this woman that leaves the door open for him to venture into a playroom full of colour and sound. The Christmas sound of her laugher, the absent minded sound of her singing, the colours of her eyes – so many blues at so many times within each eye that life with her is a daily scuba discovery. He picks up a pack of paintbrushes, one of each size from 1 to 12. The bristles are clean and palomino in colour and each light wood handle is encased in a strip of aluminium at the top. They are neatly arranged in numerical size order in a canvas pouch. He takes the first tube of 75 ml, Winter Blue acrylic paint from the rack and feels the cool plastic between his fingers. Next to it is Coastal Blue and near to that is Violet Deep. Grass Green calls out to him as if fearing being forgotten. He has never painted before and here he stands in this wanton aisle with its shameless display of colour and in the same guilty pleasure of tracing the stocking top on a new lover’s leg in anticipation he begins to gather tubes of colours together. He notices a dent in his chest cavity beneath his tee-shirt but chooses to ignore it, thinking it is the folds in the material as he makes his way to the cash register. She does not question his choices and the drive through their small town streets to the two-bedroom flat they inhabit together is punctuated with her chatter and more absent minded humming. He climbs the steps to their front door wondering what he has done. Did he really buy paints? Once inside he stares at the tubes, the brushes and a piece of cardboard he has retrieved from the recycle bin on the way in. Following rules leads to a tightness of the torso. A reduction of air to the lungs until on the minimum remains for survival. There are no holes, no gaps; there is no room to expand laterally but – a hole had most definitely appeared in his chest. Raw Sienna mixed with Gold and Antique White, he finds, gives him a golden colour but applied to show shadow is effective. He doesn’t know where this information comes from. There are no rules attached to the tubes and the hole was getting bigger. He can hear her in the room next door, playing Mexican music and strumming on a beach guitar. He wants to show her the hole, but there are the shadows to work on the window of the house he is painting and he doesn’t want to stop. He doesn’t feel unwell and so continues, enjoying the space, the lack of constraint, the experimentation. Each time the bristles dip into the paint on the makeshift palette of a china plate from the kitchen cupboard, a piece of thread, no longer than his little finger, appears on the carpet. At first they are barely noticeable but by the time the lights from a nearby service station shine though the window, he is standing amongst a seamstresses discards. The hole was now gaping but empty, and on inspection in the bathroom mirror, appeared dark, with nothing inside. When she kisses him goodnight, he startles at the human contact, up to then, unaware of his absence to their habitual Saturday together. “See you when you are ready – any time” she says as she makes her way to the bathroom and as he hears her close the bedroom door, he wakes himself from his trance and steps back from the picture. He is disappointed. He sees the delivery of a child even though he knows this is the first time he has attempted such a project. His subsequent fall into books of pictures only serves to clear up the threads around his feet bit by bit. By the time he walks down the hallway to their bed she is asleep. He watches her unruly hair pressed against the pillow and in the outside lights streaming through their uncurtained bedroom window frame he notices, for the first time, the duvet cover. It is covered in tiny pieces of thread, not unlike the ones below his painting. As his eyes become more accustomed to this quarter light it seems to him that she sleeps surrounded by them. He carefully pulls back the duvet cover from over her naked body so as not to wake her and she smiles, eyes flickering momentarily, still deep in sleep. She rests on a nest of threads. He removes his tee-shirt and stares alternately at the cave that has formed inside him and her white, soft skin. With his thumb he traces along her body outline; more threads appear and the hole in his chest grows bigger. There are no straight lines or rules to follow with this one and he is drawn to her every day – as new – but he is stuck, sitting on the bed beside her, in the emptiness of the self-perceived failure of his chosen project for the day and the gentle colours of their life together. When the idea first arrives, he pushes it to one side, not wishing to acknowledge or give credence to its unconventional suggestions. But in the deep reds and blues of their bedroom it begins to take shape and leans into him from behind until he is surrounded by no other option but to follow. He steps back from the bed, leaving her exposed, turns on the wall heater to keep her from waking and glancing at the expanding recess he turns with intent. Walking into the kitchen, he takes the number 1 brush, drying on the sink side and returns to the bedroom. He undresses quietly, lies beside her upon the soft bower of her making and with the brush held between the thumb and forefinger of his right hand; he dips the bristles into the cavity. He expects to feel excruciating pain but instead, the slow pink glow of kisses begins to fill the pores of the skin on his neck. Each immersion into the darkness, each brush stroke, invigorates the senses. He is driven, compelled by the surrealism of the experience to adorn and add flourish. Each time he moves back, he is not disappointed; to the contrary, he is filled with heroic satisfaction, without ego, without pride and without the judgement of anyone else. It is morning when he has finished. The canvas of his painting now glistening with all that is himself. All that had been fettered in previous lives and choices lay around them spilling off the bed onto the floor. The hole, closing in the dawn’s blue strips across the bed seals when the final touches are applied to the promise of everything he had, until this morning, left undone.
Alone in the day after you left me that morning, i felt like i was missing a part of me. / When nothing can distract me, i think of you co…
Alone in the day after you left me that morning, i felt like i was missing a part of me. / When nothing can distract me, i think of you constantly. / Everything i see reminds me of you, and why i miss you. / Every love song reminds me of you, and why i love you. / No-one understands what we have, locked up in our little world, our arms around each other. / My heart longs for you, my arms feel empty without you in them, when i remember the long hours we spent together. / I feel so sad and lonely, i once cried inside but now its filling my eyes with tears. / I count down the hours until i can see you again, the days feel like years.
hwahhh:(5 days at kuching without u nnt can kill me knw that? / sob:(5days!!.arghh.hope this thursday u can come by n spend some time with…
hwahhh:(5 days at kuching without u nnt can kill me knw that? / sob:(5days!!.arghh.hope this thursday u can come by n spend some time with me b4 coco g kuching.. / yaaaa.my flight morning.friday.so im nott ganna go to sch.hwahh.5days. / a kiss that i wont forget when ur not around when im at kuching? / i la likeee:)cant wait for that kiss:) / anyways,i love you ABDUL FAZRIEEN ASRAF:)alottt n only god knws how much i love my miamour:) / “theres no lies in my eyes when i said i love you.i said it with all my heart,body n soul.” .love you my abdul:). / hehehe. / kish2 for my sayang:)
Some one close to my heart, / so dear, so sweet, / so gentle and fragile / yet not afraid of a thing so young and willing to learn / will…
Some one close to my heart, / so dear, so sweet, / so gentle and fragile / yet not afraid of a thing so young and willing to learn / willing to help others / willing to speak her mind / willing to trust who is it you sit there wondering to yourselves / who could this be / is it a she or is it a he. this some one close to my heart / is so special to me / to lots of people on rb / special to her family / but very very special to / me. this is to a some one on here / who is speacial to a lot of people / her family, friends / and rb
Today at 1:30pm, my dad passed away. He passed away peacefully at home. It is really hard to comprehend how fast he really went. On Fe…
Today at 1:30pm, my dad passed away. He passed away peacefully at home. It is really hard to comprehend how fast he really went. On February 22, the second MRI was done on my dad’s head, in particular, his right eye. We were devastated when we were informed that his cancer had developed into a mass behind his right eye. The oncologist told my dad and mom that there was nothing else could be done. They could try and radiate the mass behind the eye, but the cancer would just develop somewhere else and he most likely would not regain use of his eye. He recommended they go home and that he didn’t think he had months, but weeks, and to register for hospice. I arrived in Colorado on February 23rd and have been here ever since. When I arrived, my dad was able to get around pretty easy with only a slight wobble to the right occasionally. Sunday he was weaker, and by Monday he was unable to make it up the stairs. His speech was also weak, it kind of sounded like the voice of Clint Eastwood. He was also not eating very much. We registered him for hospice, and they took him off some medications, and also added some. One of the drugs was a steroid that actually perked him up quite a bit and he began to eat. But this would only be temporary. We would soon be helping my dad do everything. We had to get a walker, wheelchair, bedside toilet, and within just a few days a hospital bed. We slept on the floor so we could be close by help him if he needed us in the middle of the night. I can’t tell you how difficult this was to watch my dad slowly deteriorating. But at the same time I am so thankful that I had the last two weeks to spend with him. I had several talks with him that were so emotional. I got to say everything I wanted to say to him. My sister checked on him today at around 1:15pm, and when I checked on him at 1:30pm he had passed away. I remember the look on my mom’s face last July when the surgeon told her they had found cancer in his gall bladder and lymph nodes, and now I had to go upstairs and tell her that dad passed away. It is a look of devastation. My dad passed away peacefully and was strong in his faith. He often told us that he was not afraid to die, it was just the process of getting there. I want to thank everyone for their thoughts, prayers, and card purchases in support of my dad and the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center. You all certainly made some days bearable. I will miss my dad very much.
I recently made a t-shirt and print of “Spread the Word to Save the Seals” I already sold one to bribiedamo so a big Woot woot to Spread…
I recently made a t-shirt and print of “Spread the Word to Save the Seals” I already sold one to bribiedamo so a big Woot woot to Spreading the word for the Seals. I thought I would share this with you again because when I posted my peices the links were not yet on the page. So this is it… / Pencil drawing of a Seal in the water with words saying “Spread the Word to Save the Seals” 30% of the total price of this T-shirt and prints will be going to Sea Shepherd Conservation click on the link to visit the organization… Thank you! / Click on the Card image to view prints, cards, and framed prints…
Don’t wanna post a writing, as i’m not really a writer.. so i’d post this as a journal instead.. It’s kinda like a lyric.. Inspired by a …
Don’t wanna post a writing, as i’m not really a writer.. so i’d post this as a journal instead.. It’s kinda like a lyric.. Inspired by a malay song, Di Pintu Mahligai (At the Palace’s Gate), by an old malay band, iklim. Wrote this 9 Sep 2006.. i dedicated this to a friend i’ve lost, Brown .. / At Heaven’s Gate / My world turn silent, / Since the day you left. / And the pain is killing me slowly, / Each time i recall the day i couldn’t find you, / And i remember the night we last met.. / / You were so possessive, / So unwilling to leave, / So unwilling to let me go.. / You told me your fears, / I felt it, yet i brush it off.. / / I won’t forget your voice, / Asking me to stay.. / I won’t forget the look in your eyes, / Telling me “don’t go…” / / Now with my imaginary wings, / I wish i could fly over to you, / To tell you how much i love you, / To tell you how much i miss you.. / / I scream to the gates of heaven, / Can you hear me, my friend? / I scream for you to take me with you, / To free me from this pain.. / / I scream to the gates of heaven, / I need to see your face again, / I need to hear your voice again, / To tell me that everything is alright, / That you’ll always be here with me.. / / I scream to the gates of heaven, / Can you hear me, my friend? / Will you wait for me by the bridge? / I need to see you for one last time, / To tell you my love, / To tell you my goodbyes, / i miss you… fa
Hey everyone!! just wanna write a quick sorry notice!! i’ve been very inactive on RB for awhile eh? been inactive on Zazzle too.. eheh.. ...
Hey everyone!! just wanna write a quick sorry notice!! i’ve been very inactive on RB for awhile eh? been inactive on Zazzle too.. eheh.. Sorry sorry.. n_n” am actually currently busy with my website, as you might have seen here ... It’s actually, sorta almost done.. just left a write up on Tim, since i do see a few people asking who’s Tim. hehe.. am also supposed to touch up the programming for the enquiry page.. and do 3 more banners.. and all must be done before 08.08.08…. YEAP!! Will officially launch my webbie on 08.08.08!!! Bwahahahaha…. You can call me a sucker for lucky number.. i can’t help it.. This is the year of the Rat, according to the lunar calendar, and yours truly, happens to be born exactly 12yrs ago, on the year of Rat.. XD the number 8 (ba) is known by the chinese as a lucky number as its pronunciation is similar to the word Fortune. fa in mandarin can mean richness.. AND guess what?! all my relatives and family calls me papa.. ehehe.. weird eh? my pet name was supposed to be fafa, but it somehow turns into papa.. so yea! i get uncles and grandaunties calling me papa… OO” papa… baba… fafa… O_o” And so i really hope to officially launch my webbie on the 8th Aug!! XD / oh shoot, that’s this friday… ARGH!!!! and can’t wait to finish my current project.. i just took up a short-deadline freelance proj, to create an interactive platform for a kiosk featuring Disney’s Wall.E!! i don’t know whether to smile or frown… i love being able to watch all the high res trailers and playing the games, but i hate actionscripting!!! OO” the project is due tomorrow, sorta.. i guess i’ll still be able to finish my webbie on time.. Oh, will take a videoclip of the platform later if possible and share with you guys!! =D Last and most importantly, so so sorry to everyone whose work i haven’t view or comment or fav!!! so so sorry.. i haven’t been able to come over to RB easily these days with this proj.. Hopefully i can be active online once again and catch up on everyone once this Wall-E proj is done and my webbie launched.. =D Hugs to everyone!! MISS YOU ALL!!! / fa
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If you haven’t already done so, and you are so inclined, please take a moment to VOTE for my entry in the Missing Challenge – it’s based around the concept of missing your loved ones and I entered Face of a Mourning Angel , which is dedicated to the memory of MY Angel – my baby sister… VOTE FOR ‘FACE OF A MOURNING ANGEL’ Thank you, / Perspective
HI RED BUBBLERS…...My mom has not recovered from the trauma of the hurricane,she checked out and began sleeping to avoid the stress and…
HI RED BUBBLERS…...My mom has not recovered from the trauma of the hurricane,she checked out and began sleeping to avoid the stress and devastation and is now having difficulty staying present…..very stressful for me.Making progress but , / i am still dealing with clean up and discovering what has been lost /damaged in storage…sadly, slides of some of my past works which cannot be replaced..are wet and many photos erroneously packed and stored in the wrong place by helpful friends…..had been looking for them for months. / 4 now I cannot say when I can return with any consistency as mom may go into hospital or there will be more intense work on my end….. please pray for her to rally…....soon.ty / remember I love you and think of you…often. / [-; take care / xoxoxoxoxo / Dalzenia, / artist4peace ps/BIG / thank you for all your sweet comments,kind words,concerns and prayers. / ALSO began teaching last week, and pc STILL needs work….....[-;
I got a facebook message this morning from my cousin Dan Prettejohn who has just finished a song he wrote about our Grandad. The song ha…
I got a facebook message this morning from my cousin Dan Prettejohn who has just finished a song he wrote about our Grandad. The song has been written because he has been unwell for some time and Dan thought it was time to write down a bit of his story. Please don’t take for granted your loved ones or the relationships you have with your partners, you never know how your action, or lack there of, can have a lasting impact on how you spend the rest of your life. A link for his myspace is here and the song he wrote is titled Marion. Please take a quick look, he is a very talented songwriter and singer and I am proud to call him my cousin.
I am very honored and grateful!!
Here it is. My first ever exhibit will happen in Janua…
Here it is. My first ever exhibit will happen in January 09. I’ll be exhibiting the Touch Me series. This is part of the reason why so far none of the images have been for sale in any form until now. Partly because I need help funding the prints for the exhibit. Each calendar will pay for one print to be hung on the wall. But please don’t think I will be charging a heap for the prints and rolling around in the profits. This whole project is non-profit and I will be pricing the prints to recover costs and provide some money to my very helpful models – who so far have worked for nothing. So please know that if you buy one of these you’re getting art on your wall that was made with much love. And that in buying one you have made more than one person very happy to be able to continue doing what they love.
l Hope your dreams have been refuelled for a shinier tomorrow Well my family had a lovely time in a stunning holiday home right on …
l Hope your dreams have been refuelled for a shinier tomorrow Well my family had a lovely time in a stunning holiday home right on the Loch Sport Marina. The best thing about the home was its enormous verandah it was BIG enough to lay back on my lounge deck chair & imagine ALL of my dearest redbubble friends right there with me talking for hours on end watching the most glorious sunsets listening to the band playing in the pub just across the marina watching yachts & boats come & go all whilst family buzz’s around the huge home. l was truly truly lucky to have my girl Rielle & her beautiful boys spend a few days with us & l couldn’t of wished for a better time :P Sadly we had to cut our holiday short as l had to come back to have Chemo And as usual we ran out of money :( / BUT it is good to be home back to my bubble therapy & my garden. / l’m now past the ½ way mark in my Chemo only 2 more to go before radiation :-) / l’ve promised myself a little slower pace to start my New Year off being this Chemo is heavier than my past ones however l will be working on the flipz foundation website & setting that up properly AND of course playing with art. / NOW here’s my Upload Overload Warning & l hope you don’t get sick of my sunsets l took these photos in hope they make you feel you were right there with me as l felt you guys there in spirit XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX / Here’s to a Shinier New Year & l promise to catch up with all soon. / l have sold 3 calanders & 2 tshirts over Chrissy & l am just SO Stoked & greatful XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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“Over the rainbow” was featured in Light In The Darkness / “A Quarry on the coast of Northern Crete” was featured in European Everyday Life / “Straight in the eyes – II” was featured in the group Cats and Dogs (1 per day) / I am very grateful to the hosts of these wonderful groups!!
As many of you know, I have had a few struggles here in the US. God has been working miracles in my life and it has been amazing how his …
As many of you know, I have had a few struggles here in the US. God has been working miracles in my life and it has been amazing how his amazing power and spirit has been working in my life. I was laid off from work back in November of last year, and well that alone, has contributed to some challenges in my life. I had troubles with my landlord, I recently had surgery and suffered the loss of my best friend and also my pastor within a week of each other. That was really tough for me as I just never saw my life being lived out without my best friend there by my side. I will miss her dearly. Shortly after that, was when I faced issues with my landlord which were worked out in court. Some very loving people, family members and a very very dear friend of mine helped me to raise money so that I could come to an agreement with the court and the landlord. I had fretted a tiny bit, but still went in on faith that God would work it all out. I really, literally threw my hands up in the air and said, Ya know what God, the money is yours, the earth is yours, everything I have been blessed with is yours….including the landlord…so deal with it because I have no idea where to start.” I just surrendered it all. Since I have done that amazing things have been occurring in my life. I am so full of joy, I cannot even explain how it feels. I just know that this is most assuredly the peace of God and I am loving it! I know that many of us see God, the Creator, the powers that be, in different ways, but no matter how you do..there are things that are just universal laws, and to find our purpose in life and to serve others, even when our lives are upside down…brings enormous blessings. Ok people…start buying some cards from me ok?? LOL hey gotta have some humor in there somewhere!! I have had several of my pieces featured and it is about time I have been able to get around to thanking the groups that have put me out there in the spotlight. “Our Elite Fleet: Westminster MA” was featured in 1:1 with the News / “White Out Jan 18, 2009” was featured in *1:1 with the News (Ima… / “Covered Bridge No 1 New Hampshire” was featured in Covered Bridges / “Red” was featured in *Amazing Orton Effect … / “1780 Old Burying Ground, Green St. Gardner MA” was featured in Amazing Orton Effect … / “Dressed to Shop” was featured in Teddy Bears United featured twice yayyyy :) “Waiting to Serve: An Oldie but Goodie!” was featured in All About Fire “Large Colorful Orb at the Cemetery Salem MA” was featured in Paranormal The Norm “A Moments Notice: Ready To Serve” was featured in All About Fire “Our Elite Fleet: Westminster MA” was featured in *1:1 with the News (Ima… / “Holy Rosary Catholic School Rooftop Cross” was featured in For The Love Of Jesus “Fearfully and Wonderfully Made..Psalms 139:13” was featured in For The Love Of Jesus “There is a River that Flows From the Fountain of God” was featured in For The Love Of Jesus Phewww now that was a long list. Thank you to all of the groups and all of the hosts who were most gracious in featuring my work. This is an amazing community and I am truly blessed to know you all. I have made some really really good friends in here, which, in the near future will be able to spend some time with them in the physical world which has huge blessings over cyberworld, real hugs feel better :) hahahaha!! Thank you thank you thank you for all of your Bmail and awesome comments!! Love and Light Rebecca
Every day I miss someone I love, immensly. / He is my one someone, immensly. / He is in my every thought, consuming me. / I go do things we …
Every day I miss someone I love, immensly. / He is my one someone, immensly. / He is in my every thought, consuming me. / I go do things we would do, to feel closer to him, / To think of him even more than I already do. / I wonder if I will get to do these things / With him once more, / I feel it in my heart, / But my head tries to tell me / It may not be possible. / I miss you, I love you, immensly. / Please come back to me, / I’ve set you free, and you tell me you are mine, / I am waiting for the day when you return to me as mine. / When I feel your touch once more. / Then I will be kissing someone, / Not missing someone I love, immensly. 410224099 / I am still missing that special someone. / One day he will arrive to sweep me off my feet. / I hope I’m not waiting for the longest time / He is more than I hoped for, / But, alas, It feels like I am hoping for the longest time.
I was guarded with any of my problems on my mind as I didn’t want to show him my weak side. When I was with him I just wanted to for…
I was guarded with any of my problems on my mind as I didn’t want to show him my weak side. When I was with him I just wanted to forget about everything and be happy. His hugs would make me happy, those seconds in time would stand still and I would feel strong again. No words needed, Just a hug and his love.....
Thank you for featuring what I do In my spare time which I have entered into the challenge never thought I would enter this piece on here…
Thank you for featuring what I do In my spare time which I have entered into the challenge never thought I would enter this piece on here ….I felt very humble when it showed on the feature page along side the faces that are struggling in our world and the only reason this is on here is because it what I do doin my spare time to relax me as loving gifts for friends and I enjoy shopping for second hand pieces to strip them down. Just for the info ..this time it was in the challenge even before it was accepted into the group I’m GETTING BETTER LOL….angel hope your all having a lovely weekend
Hi everyone. I have been MIA quite a bit because my counseling and parent coaching work has been taking off like a rocket ship! This is…
Hi everyone. I have been MIA quite a bit because my counseling and parent coaching work has been taking off like a rocket ship! This is a good thing…but a bad thing in that I don’t have time to be on RB much or to be doing much creating myself at the moment. Fortunately my creativity is still alive and well, it’s just that parents of girls with eating disorders are getting the benefit of it right now. I am writing for them and so enjoy doing it, and the need out there is tremendous! I try to check in daily with my group Healing Through Art and also stay long enough to comment on a few new works. Then back to the online business and counseling sessions. I just want you all to know I am still here and browsing and commenting as much as I have time for. You all add so much beauty, creativity and inspiration to my day when I check in and I so value and respect the amazing work and play you all do! That’s it, just missing my RB family and wanted to tell you so. I love you all so much and look forward to my daily treat of eye candy. It’s 2:30 AM and I woke up at 1 AM and couldn’t go back to sleep. I thought Hey, I’ll go spend some quality time on RB until I get tired again. That time has come so I’m off to dreamland again (I hope). Just saying hello and good night : ) / Lynn
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THANKS SO MUCH /
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