Loving spirit Wall Art
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This painting was inspired by my Spirit Guides like all my paintings. It may stir the viewer to see what needs to be thrown away or torn down and whatever remains can provide us with an opportunity to recreate ourselves. There are many doors we walk through in our lives and this painting reminds us to close the door behind. Freeing us to do more things, which may help us to understand our choices and visions. Grounding us without unbalancing our personalities, helping us to awaken a Spiritual understanding, which can help to transform our fears and accept our paths, whatever they may be.
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**Wildlife-Appeal** Proceeds Donated to Wildlife Survivors of the Bush Fires
by Helena Nelson-ReedUS$4.16–US$95.00
Sacred Universe The ancient motifs of basic circle and spiral are widely recognized as metaphors for fertility, continuity, and the Goddess. Simplicity is deceiving, because the spiraling circle is also the template of physical reality. The design and proportion of sunflower heads, pine cones and snail shells are only a few examples. DNA, cell division, whirlpools, hurricanes, our galaxy, the nature of time itself are all based upon the same blueprint; wholeness and all life being interconnected. Its not surprising many earth centered and eastern cultures emphasize circle and spiral in religious and spiritual philosophy, but abstract thought such as Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, physics, the Golden Ratio, and Phi are all based upon it. Life on the physical, mental and spiritual plane is the spiraling inward/outward journey. Star fire burns in the nucleus of every cell; we are spiritual beings who’ve forsaken our origins. We are all relations; claim the birthright and initiate mending the hoop of the world. Parent to child we form a living bridge, the umbilical cord connecting past with future. / Maybe the universe herself is in a fetal stage, drifting upon the silent current of space and time that is the womb of the great goddess. Text and Image Copyright Helena Nelson -Reed. Please don’t use without written permission.
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Original 120×120 cm , canvas. This work is my take on Fatima hand , the hand of protection and spiritual healing.
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'Congo Spirit' HEAL Africa Hospital, Eastern Democratic Republic of Congo
by Melinda KerrUS$5.98–US$136.80
Love him. And available as a Christmas card! It is full size just doesn’t look it here. / HEAL Africa calendar available now!!! CLICK HERE. / And there’s a trucker cap. / Hey, doin’ good needn’t mean you can’t be cool at the same time. CLICK HERE FOR THE HAT!
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The beauty of baultic light… / I took this picture at the swedish harbour of Helsingborg. check what the product looks like here thank you for stopping by!
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HOPE / Hope still walks beside me on the road / Her gentle company eases the miles / And lightens the load a little. / On days of unwashed clothes and unkempt hair / She sometimes seems a little unprepared, / Yet mismatched shoes can still skip / And callused hands can still warm to the touch / Of love’s tender potential. / Some days her mind seems elsewhere / But when our eyes meet, / She is quick to smile, / And through her windows / The light burns brightly / For anyone who cares to share. / Hope is never pretty / But always beautiful, / She is a silhouette in an open doorway, / A soft touch as sleep dissolves / A memory that lingers in the folds of your heart. / She is the exhale of a sigh, / The softening of shoulders / To imagined caress, / The trickle of water at the source / Of a mighty river. / Hope never looks in the mirror, / Indeed, she looks beyond, / For she holds her own reflection / In a place I have yet to find. / Sometimes weary, / She falls behind, / Engulfed in the shadows of the past; / Sits down to rest in the settling dust. / A time-worn traveller, she fades from my view / As I continue on unaware. / Somewhere in the chill / I miss her hand in mine / And sit down by the roadside to wait. / In the stillness, / The road continues to pass me by / Regardless, / And if I close my eyes I can be / Wherever I wish to go and whomever / I choose to be, / Yet somehow the one I open my eyes to / Is me. / In these fragile precious moments / When quiet enters me and wraps my soul / In the solace of silence / And the road has lost its urgency, / I look up to find her standing there. / We hug / Old friends, / The holding hands, continue on our way. / Some days Hope takes her own path, / But most days, she still walks beside me. / She lives in me / And I live in Hope…
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Still life photograph of little flower and stacked stones set on an incense tray. Mixed media print on gouache stained and acrylic and Inkaid primed Japanese Kinwashi paper. Red ink stamped Chinese characters mean: Study, Dream, and Love. 11” x 17”. The original file was shot with a Lensbaby. The image was printed on Urara paper then scanned. That file was printed onto the altered Kinwashi substrate.
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I had a dream, / A dream so profound / That written words could not express it, / Only tears; / No verbal language could convey it, / Only visions. / This dream spoke in music, it played out in light, / It flickered and danced in emotional tremors / That originated from a source beyond the heart. It manifested within me but not of me / And hovered freely beyond me. / Elusive, I tried to grasp its full meaning, / But could only see it when I closed my eyes, / I could only feel it, when I let it go. / The dream had wings and I felt / The rush of air as it lifted me. We were as we were meant to be – / Released from the heavy chains of our humanity, / Risen above the petty materialism and power struggles / That we once thought defined us. / We had relinquished the ironies of our need for separation from others / That wrestled constantly with our deepest yearning for belonging and unity, / We had softened into our connection with the Earth / And felt her heartbeat as our own, / We had begun to tread more tenderly upon the face of / The one who sustains us, / And remembered again, / To honour the beauty that she held up in her mirror. / Our recognition grew in the knowing that what we saw in our world / Was but a reflection of what we held inside, / Of Who we truly are, / And that the choice between fear and love was our very own, / Not the whim of a distant God. In this moment, we had grown wings, / And through the very lightness of our awakening…. / We had reached beyond our human limitations / And soared free.
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Mix medium photograph of a nest with 3 eggs and the Chinese characters LOVE, TRUST DREAM FORTUNE.
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One of my favorite. / 160×120 cm Canvas. / For details see in a large view. Details /
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12×18 pastel on sanded Wallis paper FEATURED IN “FEMININE INTENT”, “YOU’RE ACCEPTED”, “STRICTLY HUMAN FACES”, “CONTEMPORARY PASTEL PAINTERS”, “THE LOVE OF EERIE AND ENCHANTING ARTWORK”, AND “THE PATCHWORK” This is the second in an Elemental series I am working on. The Spirit of the South Wind brings in warmth and sensuality. She is the wind of summertime. Smell the scent of flowers from a thousand summer meadows. She is also the wind of marriage, love, and maturity. Anything in your life that you wish to grow and prosper should be given to the South wind so that she can caress it into being. Here is a link to / Summertime / by Miss Janis Joplin (to get you in the mood for summer winds) Also from the series: /
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Acrylic on Canvas. 1000×740 mm / Tears create a river to the heart, where we can then swim in the hope that will carry us back to the light of a new day…..
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Taken tonight here in Anderson, Ca at 6:50 PM…..........Autumn is a gorgeous time of year and our sky tonight was a vision made in Heaven and the Spirits are smiling! / / / ___ / All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. © 2008Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action!
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Soaring to a celestial kingdom, Heaven cries for all of those who will never open their eyes, never see love, never know true happiness…. Heaven’s Cry took 7 hours, which is about 3 hours longer than my average amount of time on a piece of work….the wings alone took 3 hours….pencil on bristol board, i am very happy with the results….
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I am more / than the sum of these wounds, / though they threaten to engulf me. / Yet sometimes, the wounds seem greater than I, / and they drag me back into / the raw and ragged edges of memory, / where pain casts a dark shadow beside me. / Within me the hands of fate have carved / a well so deep that at times there seems / NO way out, / and I claw the walls with bleeding hands and cry for release. Is this all I am? / Is this the meaning to my existence? / Is this what I came here for? Deep within I hear the whisper that tells me to look, / there IS more. / This self same well that struggles to contain my sorrow and incubate my fears, is the same vessel that would hold all my love, / even all the love of this world, / and emanate an effervescent light of joy from its depths. / Yet I pass through it without realizing I have been a prisoner / of my own choosing. How doggedly we hollow out this well, and fill ourselves with what we know, or think we do, / how blindly we allow it to define who we are, / and sound out the rhythm of our being…. / but as deep as the pain cuts darkly, / and the wound gouges out a hollow so black, / so much deeper is that place within that might burst with love and joy, an empty space resounding with potential / and the promise of healing and truth. / IF only we could realize we are more, / than that which we let overwhelm us. I was walking through the forest and saw a red glow ahead of me in the shadows….. there was a bright red circle on a fallen tree and it drew me to it. I could not believe how bright this red wound was, on this tree, a gaping, raw, bloody hole, and it made me weep inside for all living things. This is the sight, the image, that made me think more about my own woundedness, and perhaps the wounds that we all carry and too often lose ourselves in. /
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For the first time this dear painting is out to be seen in public since I created her I kept her to myself over 2 years ago original 100×80 cm , canvas. / Best to be seen in LARGE view for details.
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120×180 cm. / I saw this in one of my dreams .. to me as an artist I enjoy to read or hear what you the viewer see in the work. / Would like to share with you one of my all time Favorite songs i was listening to when i created this work , right click the link below and open it in a new tab or window / Sting – Fields of Gold / Details /
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“Only when we realize / that our love is greater / than all our fears, / will we know true freedom.” (wendy 2001)
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Suddenly the hour is gone…and it is anybody’s guess what we did with it. / Did we enjoy anything? / U li lo hv s gi, pleasant times are for a purpose, the Cherokee believes. / It is not just u wo tiv di, something to amuse us, but pleasure slows the heart, lowers blood pressure and gives ease to the mind. / Something beyond the awareness tries to slow the human spirit from living so intensely. / It is not natural to push the mind and body until such weariness takes over that there is no natural relief. / A pause, a a tsa we so lv s di, which means repreive or rest, will give us strength and renewed vision. / Without it, we are burned out and we enjoy nothing. Have a vision not clouded by FEAR! Sing and dance with joy… Cherokee Dance of Spirit photograph of a coaster, edited in photoshop7 and redfield plug-in fractilius
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Blowing memory bubbles in my mind’s eye / The inner child once lost, is now satisfied, No time for childhood, has long since gone past / Creative play and expressive fun, now a blast, Lost in the shadows of life’s time and space / Profoundly regained in moments of grace, Within me again, so proud to loudly report / With no fear of traumas’ outing transport, Little bubble fae nestled safely in my skin / To love, respect , honor and listen herein, N’er again will I lose you, nor ignore your cry / Your imaginative spirit gives us the wings to fly. ©tkrosevear 3/30/2009 Processing a splintering of soul, retrieving my four year old self ~ lost and unheard until recently. Photograph of Bubble merged with self-recollected drawing of myself at play with wings of dragonfly (illusions), merged and edited in photoshop7 with lens flares and redfield plug-in fractilius as final filters. InnerChild
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Portrait of Christ / non digital drawing / 8” x 10” / Original not Available / / 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. / this art has been donated to TREVOR IRWIN to help the poor in Africa. / the core [C.O.R.E] / For the Love of Jesus / Reaching Out: A Christian Mission / For the Love of Jesus / Reaching Out: A Christian Mission
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