Loving time
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so excited about balck shirts I had to upload something! Over about 3 hours on a chilli winter night shannon and I filmed the making of this artwork. It is bright and colorful painting that depicts some of the mikoto characters in a fun and cosmic landscape. see this as a time-lapse at mikoto.com.au
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LITHUANIA 2009 11 03
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Every aspect of our lives is governed by numbers…........except true love…..... . /
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Just to let the unborn child know that the love is already there….....
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I don’t belive in God…..but I believe in you
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved Knitting days… seconds and seasons.. / Kniting dreams of warmth and eros.. / Knitting promises and caressess… / threaded with whispers of Love.. / Penelope… / invisible knitting.. / unknitted before.. / she started to wait.. / for her male.. for her soul. Along the railroad.. / rushes Life.. / invisible..strong.. / she does not care… / she is knitting words untold.. / “My lover… / My shadow… / scented… like the trees.. / under the storm.. / i feel him. / she will get.. back. to me… / when i´ll finish my work.. / of thousand years.. / minutes…seconds… / sparkles of wisdom… / inside my.. / womb.” / Rosa Cobos © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reserved
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I Died many Times Before… First time I remember, I was still a toddler / sitting in the morning sun, on the concrete floor. / My grandparents’ courtyard in Salamiyeh. / I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, tapped / the giant head as it slithered closer. Second time, a year or so older, also in Salamiyeh. / It struck on a starry summer night. / I was playing barefooted on the patio. / Mother came running to my screams. / Sobbing, I told her a big butterfly bit my foot. / I pointed to where it ran off, watched / as she grabbed a straw broom, killed / the venomous desert scorpion with repeated blows. / I vividly recall her rushing around with one shoe on, / the other missing, laying me in a stroller, / running down darkened streets to the emergency clinic. I also died at age five, along with my mother and sister. / It happened on the two-lane Hama-Homs highway. / Mother unintentionally turned the steering wheel / as she twisted her body to chide us / for backseat bickering. No guardrails. / Nothing but protruding rocks all the way / down the steep drop-off. My first summer in college, I died in New York City. / Muggy night, uptown Manhattan, a block away from Broadway / in front of the big Cathedral. I had my arms up, / as the man who had just asked for a light / pressed the tip of his knife into my ribs. Years later, on a misty morning on Texas Highway 87, / I fell asleep at the wheel. / I had worked through the night in Victoria, / and was looking ahead to my bed in San Antonio. / My Chevy Blazer slowly drifted left / into the path of the oncoming truck. Those worlds / continue without me. / My tombstones there / mark ends of times I knew. In this one, grandmother Um Sami suddenly appeared. / Rounded boulder hoisted high. Arms fully extended. / How she lifted it? How she took dead aim, and launched it / smashing the serpent’s head? / I do not know. I was still conscious. / I do remember clearly / the terrified look on my mother’s face. / How her voice trembled as she pleaded / with the nurse to be careful. She was afraid / the syringe’s needle was going to puncture through / my tiny toe. Mother slammed the brakes as she forcefully corrected. / Car came to a screaming, precarious halt / in a cloud of swirling dust. / We stayed parked at the side of the road for a long time. / Her hands shaking, she gave us grapes, / while she collected her frazzled self. / She swore never to drive again. / Never did. “Let the creep go”, the second robber, / who had just cleaned my pockets with swift efficiency, / told the one holding my life at the tip of his knife. / They took pity on me when I told them / there was nothing in my wallet. / They slipped it back. Walked off. / It took my rage weeks to subside. I could see the whites of the wide-open eyes / of the truck driver, as I twitched awake! / He was already moving to his left / to avoid hitting me. But my reflex was to jerk the wheel / to my right to get back into my lane. / I also stomped the brakes. / We came within a hair of a head-on collision, / as he swerved back into his lane. / That was when time switched / to slow motion… / Me sitting still. / Blazer skidding sideways / on the wet grass / along the shoulder. / Dull-black asphalt road passing / in front of me. / No sound. / Finally, / everything / coming to absolute / rest. In this one an invisible hand / still cradles / my bones. © Assef Al-Jundi
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This for you Terez , my lovely daughter , she died when she was nearly 15 …… Thank you my friends your comments and support mean a lot to me. I had this pain bottled up in me so so long… but I knew and hoped with time passing things will change and turn out good… I was right, things started to unfold last week and I could just see and feel it. Working with this wonderful model just inspired me and brought all those feelings up from my heart, bones and my most inner part. I loved every minutes of it and it gave me a wonderful peace of mind Original oil painting on canvas, 100cmX100cm
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Immeasurable time and space ....... capabilities and cosmic awareness. / PLEASE VIEW IN LARGE FORMAT FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS / / ___ 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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Immeasurable time and space ….... capabilities and cosmic awareness. / PLEASE VIEW IN LARGE FORMAT FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS / / ___ / 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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Esteem blown – regrown / Vile notions – emotions / Inspired choice – voice / Denial feared – engineered / Environment changed – ranged / Necessity’s order – border / Corporate punished – dished / Evolutionary dance – freelance I am a child of the Earth – broken down by human nature… / I am an adolescent of the Trees – rooting my feelings deep within… / I am a woman of Venus – with romantic notions of Love & Harmony… / I am a Spirit of the Sun – emerging from the clouds of the past… / I am a Soul of the Universe – journeying towards eternal life. tkrosevear 1992 I was moved to do this drawing this morning, as a ‘body of evidence’ for myself and the evolutionary changes I have experienced on my path, thus far. It began in photoshop7, playing with the colors of the chakras then slow motioned in Fractilius, to give it that aura feel… I am Woman / /
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“Reaching” has been selected for exhibition by the Center for Fine Art Photography. More than 1,400 images were submitted, from which just 50 were selected for the Idea of Self Exhibition. By being selected, artists and their work will be seen by an international audience of collectors, curators, art consultants and others who appreciate the fine art of photography. All exhibitors are included in the Center’s online gallery, and will have inclusion in the Center’s 2008 Exhibition Collection CD which is distributed to selected galleries, collectors, design houses and corporations worldwide.
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Sony DSC F717 digital photo enhanced with Photoshop. / “FEATURED IN THE MULTIRACIAL BEAUTY Group” / “Featured in the EXCEPTIONAL EKPHRASIS Group 10/9/09” / “Featured in the FREEDOM IN WORDS Group” * “In homage to love across the divide. Love knows no color it embraces all blindly. “ When I first heard Mike Wich’s beautiful instrumental I began to see a flood of images from my life. Images of love won, love lost and love found again. Of happy and not so happy times. Images of my fleeting summer days crashing against my autumn nights. While my lover slept in the other room, I shut the door and began to sing this song. The music, the song and the memories inspired this image. Thank you to Mr. Mike Wich for graciously allowing me to record and to publish it here and on YouTube. Thanks for listening. In Another Place, In Another Time *(Listen on YouTube) / Song written & performed by RoyAllenHunt © 2/13/08 / No Será Largo, Music written & performed by Mike Wich © 2007 I remember when I held your face in my two hands. When I kissed your mouth I could taste the breath of change draw me in. Oh our sweet innocence. And the many times, the many, many, many times our bodies intertwined. I becoming yours you becoming mine. In another place, in another time, days turned into night. We shared such a happy, happy life. In another place, in another time. It wasn’t planned it just was. No questions asked it was just because. What we did we did for love. And if mistakes were made, in our loving we forgave. We knew somehow it was the only way. Even if we cried, after our tears were dried, our love managed somehow—to survive. In another place, in another time. And that we’re older now I have one wish to make. If only one last journey we could take. If in the time we have left, could we go back to trace those very same steps that we did back then—and do it all over again? Ooh, in another place, in another time. Days turned into night we shared such a happy, happy life. In another time, I was yours—and darling you were mine. In another place, in another time, days turned into night – such a happy, happy, happy life. In another place, in another time, I was yours and—you were mine. In another place, in another time. In another place in another time.. /
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His Story at my Blog The Jordy Fund Watch this video here If you’re lost & feel alone / Circumnavigate the globe / All you ever have to hope / For two And the way you seem to flow / Circumnavigating home / And I seem to lose control / With you Everyone of us is hurt / And everyone of us is scarred / Everyone of us is scared / Not you / With your eyes closed / Your head hurts / Your eyes feel so low Everyone of us is scared / Everyone of us is hurt / Everyone of us has hope / For you (x10) Coldplay
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As I finished this work this morning, I was soon reminded that my path must be sacred and true, as I witnessed 4 Bald Eagles and 2 Golden Eagles sitting along the river treeline, never since we’ve been here have I seen a grouping like this together. My body was tingling from head to toe and I got so caught up in the beauty, I could only take a few photographs (which I’ll share soon). / In Northern America, the Eagle was considered great medicine power. To the Native Americans there were different kinds and divisions of Eagles. The Golden Eagle had a very high rank. The most potent and magical was the Sky Eagle which the Iroquois called Shadahgeyah. Among the Hopi, the Eagle god was called Kwahu and according to their legends, this great bird seldom came below the clouds; only the holiest of Shamans ever saw it. Even the Aztecs said this bird represented celestial power and the rising Sun. / As a Solar Eclipse approaches with the Chinese New Year on 1/26/09, the thought behind this Mandala becomes more clear…”We Are ALL One Tribe” Rainbow Hoop Created with Wacom Graphic pad/pen and enhanced with Redfield plug-in fractilius filter and photoshop7
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collage of some of my favourite images from this series.
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of seeing more… / of being more… of touching more in today… by seeing more of yesterday. i hope you like this… terri
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Many Native American Medicine Society’s, in almost every tribe consisted of a society of women, or bringers of the rain that nurtures the abundance of their food sources. The Three Sisters ~ corn, beans and squash fed many tribal peoples as a regular staple when game, fish and other crops were not plentiful. The WhirlWind Buffalo Sisterhood began just before Miracle, the white buffalo calf was born in Wisconsin, on August 20, 1994. A rainbow culture promising peace among all nations and all people, stressing equality and opposing any superior race that controls or conquers other peoples. The Unity of all colors, all creeds, all beliefs, working together for the good of the whole and when all pathways to wholeness are respected by all cultures, the prophesy of the Whirling Rainbow will be completed. When the time of the White Buffalo, the third generation of White eyes children will grow their hair and speak of love as the healer of the Children of the Earth. These children will seek new ways of understanding themselves and others. They will wear feathers and beads and paint their faces. They will seek the Elders of the Red Race and drink of their wisdom. These white-eyes will be a sign that the ancestors are returning in white bodies, but they are red on the inside. They will learn to walk the Earth Mother in balance again and reform the ideas of the white chiefs. These children will be tested as they were when they were Red ancestors by unnatural substances, like firewater, to see if they can remain on the Sacred Path. After the time when the buffalo returned, the generation following the Flower Children would see the dawning of the Fifth World of Peace. Appearing to those who see, would be a Sun Dog, or full rainbow circle around the Sun that has bright white lights at the Four Directions, a rare natural phenomena. Enough of the Earth Children will be awakened to carry the responsibility of the teachings and the healing process will begin in full swing. Many will remember their “purpose” for being here on Earth and will develop their gifts to assist humanity. Truth will shatter the bonds of separation and goodness will prevail with tolerance, acceptance and understanding. The WhirlWind Buffalo Sisterhood has consistently sought knowledge that changes lies to truths, that have made us mistrust one another and replace the illusion of separation with the truth of UNITY. In non-violence and peaceful energetic, teach that a worthy opponent will present lessons to make us grow beyond any high drama and into a sense of unity within Self, to then share with others remembering that any challenges to unity are equal to our ability to overcome them. The buffalo symbolized not only the strength of the Whirlwind, but also prosperity and abundance ~ the past 15 years, since Miracles’ birth ~ the Tribe of All Nations has been gathering physically, mentally, emotionally, tribally, socially, morally and spiritually all over the world, even more so with cyber-space communications. Can you deeply, completely and profoundly accept yourself and others with all the faults, problems and limitations, as well as the gifts, strengths and ability to love? / ©tkrosevear~WindOwl Mandala sketch photographed, painted, edited and merged with Buffalo photograph in photoshop7 with final editing in redfield plug-in fractilius. For Spirit of Native American Buffalo Challenge. RAINBOWS
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One of my very first macro’s way back when!!! Re-processed-slight change in hue/colour Water drop on a flowers petal Canon 400D / canon 100mm usm macro lens
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what of the time before i knew… / the time that i found out / and the time to become more of why… / that, i believe.. started long before the thought.. / time that has past is a memory / and the times of tomorrow are dreams… / time… goes with us..teaches us to cherish every moment . / and what of the times we want to forget…. / we remember that time of the past is gone..so the time in today will become clear into the dreams of tomorrow.. this is your time
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Spring has sprung in my part of the world … I know there’s an abundance of blossom shots about but I thought there was room for one more :-)
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Part of our new greeting card line Message from the Muse © Angi Sullins & Silas Toball For inspiration visit the Message from the Muse Blog! For our gallery of inspirational and mytho-poetic art visit Duirwaigh Studios Duirwaigh Studios: / There you can find prints, greeting cards, calendars, books and more that will make perfect gifts. Plus our inspirational film “A Knock at the Door” and more…
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A day that forever we will cherish / before their childhood does perish With glowing gossamer wings / to hear as enchanted life sings As fairies within petals of a rose / another costume change to pose Swinging on colored flowering vines / upon Gramma’s lap ~ smiles shine In a sepia garden cousins kiss / moments captured in relative bliss A gift of remembrance and youth / captured through the lens of truth Time has changed them greatly since / and distance of miles won’t be convinced Kissin’ Cousins were captured this day / in Gramma’s heart and on her walls always. TK Rosevear 9/5/09 While speaking on the phone with my granddaughter tonight, she urged me to get this piece up for the Art and Stories for Children challenge/Tribute to Children, as we reminisced about our photo shoot for my 42nd Birthday. The girls, my granddaughters, Lexi and Lauren, were dressed up as fairies in a toadstool garden, inset to the inside of a rose, then changed into these country dresses & bonnets to swing on a swing and set within this sepia garden. We were photographed together, each seperately and them as a pair for several hours of shooting. We had a wonderful day, and these memories are plastered throughout our cabin walls to remind me of a most beautiful gift. Didn’t think the Elvis song would be appropriate, so chose Lexi’s favorite singer, Faith Hill singing Fireflies
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Canon EOS450D, Tv-2secs, F22, ISO-100, 18-55 @ 18mm, taken at Lillydale Falls Aug 09, aprox 45 mins from Launceston, Tasmania in B&W. FEATURED in All Water In Motion Nov 09 / FEATURED in Achromatic Nature Nov 09 / FEATURED in The Male Photographer Nov 09 / FEATURED in Timelapse/Long Exposure Photography Dec-09 /
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