Image done in photoshop, model Craig H. Thanks Graig your a good man, cheers
A young Satyr playing Pan Pipes under the full moon and starry sky. He is seated on a rock and entertaining his fox and rabbit companions.
Pencil drawing color enhanced in photoshop. The man sleeps while the dog stays awake they are both homeless.
Pen and Ink and Watercolor painting of Nails touched up in photoshop. This peice was a assignment for a Design class.
photoshop work
This fisherman was out one late afternoon at Mordialloc in the fiercest of winds hoping for a big catch. Alas, all he got was wet and windswept.
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Taken at one of our Avebury druid Ceremonies on Beltane.He adorns the horns of a Stag and honours the Wild ways…
Some relationships are not good for the soul ,it’s better to let it die . I left this man when his wife came back with the kids without notice.He was in the army for many years and was completly detached from his emotions.He acted like everything and everyone were smaller than him…just like a king Lion…. :) Tom Vaughan helped me a lot for the translation.Then a super nice lady namedSusan Van Zil finickted it over…I feel so lucky to have such nice persons arround me to give me a hand…a big thank you…XX / Picture taken at St-Jean-Port-Joli along the fleuve St-Laurent,province of Quebec. The lion man The kitten plays with his woolen ball / Happy at last to have something to put under his tooth / Quietly, his ancestral pains immerge from his body / He bites, slowly at first and then more and more strongly / His lioness must stay soft, loving and submissive in spite of the bites / in spite of the competition of another female and her offspring / But she passed the age of obedience / He can not accept, his pride is to big / Something in him attracts her. He’s a warrior, / so is she, passionate and proud / He is moved beyond this last battle just after an intense love / puts an end to their mutual rage. / The lioness lies like a gnu, the jugular opened, / with an eternal and proud glance / Happy at last that her love had chosen / in spite of him, the end / He does not share his females, she wanted to leave him / because she does not share the one she loves. / He carries a gash, / but it is only one scar moreover / More visible than all the wounds hiding in his young body / Tired to be on the look-out / weary to battle against all those contradictory emotions / endless torture… / He knows neither sorrow nor regrets / Just a funny feeling, deep in his throat, / a queezing sensation, another howling of rage / for a world much more smaller than him / On witch he has authority, his equal mate just died today / and it is much better thus. / He remains the strongest, the king, / the master of the Savanna / Still and mortal / He does not have friends / His only enemy is himself / Sad and secluded struggle L’homme lion Le chaton joue avec sa balle de laine / Heureux enfin d’avoir quelque chose à se mettre sous la dent / Très vite, ses douleurs ancestrales refont surface / Il mord ,doucement au début ,puis,de plus en plus fort / Sa lionne doit être douce,aimante et docile, malgré les morsures / Malgré la compétition d’une autre femelle et sa progéniture Mais elle a passé l’âge de la soumission / Il ne peut accepter ,son orgueuil est trop grand / Quelque chose chez elle l’attire ,il est un guerrier / Elle est une guerrière, passionnée et fière / Il est dépassé et inquiet…une dernière bataille / Juste après l’avoir conquise intensément ,met fin à cette rage mutuelle La lionne git comme le gnou / La jugulaire ouverte,le regard fier / Heureuse enfin que son amour ait choisi / Bien malgré lui, la fin / Il ne prête pas ses lionnes,elle voulait le quitter / Car elle ne prête pas son amour Il porte une balafre,mais ce n’est qu’une cicatrice de plus / Plus visible que toutes ces marques / Enfouies dans un corps jeune ,mais las / D’être toujours aux aguets,fatigué de se battre / Contre toutes ces émotions contracdictoires / Interminable supplice Il ne connait ni peine ni regret / Juste une drôle de sensation à la gorge ,un serrement / Un autre rugissement de colère / Pour un monde bien plus petit que lui / Sur lequel il a autorité…son égale vient de mourir / C’est beaucoup mieux ainsi Il reste le plus fort,le roi,le diable de la savane / Silençieux et mortel / Il n’a pas d’amis ,son seul ennemi / Est lui même / Combat solitaire et triste …. Gisèle alias Micmac
This is a collage in the theme of Halloween… Reminded me of Oingo Boingo’s Dead Mans Party song.
This was the location for the wedding I went to on the weekend, a beautiful day and pristine wilderness only briefly interrupted by the log cabins of this lodging. The hospitality was wonderful here, I would recommend it to anyone spending time near Cradle Mountain in Tasmania. Tasmania herself impressed us from the moment we glimpsed the blue waters and green forests and farmlands from the sky, to when we arrived at the heart of the mountains and wilderness! The old fella here on the verandah was the landscaper (he built the BBQ’s and retaining walls). He gave us some great conversation over our morning coffee as heads were clearing from the celebrations the night before.
What do we see when we look into an animal’s eyes? & Do we dare to think about what we have lost?
Acrylic painting depicting the endangered Wedge Tailed Eagle in Tasmania.
Bevan the great! King of the Ancient Trol
What happened in this secret place… / What dreams were dreamt… / What books were read… / What hopes were spent… / What tears were wept… / full writing piece here —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— Part Two – A Hidden Place —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——
A Hidden Place / A Secret Place / A Special Place… / Where tears were wept… / And books were read… / And hopes were spent… / And dreams were dreamt… / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——
acrylic painting on wood (mdf panel) 40cm x30 cm / inspired by a mandril face / mandrills are beautiful and pacific animals they are really endangered / Deep Forest – Forest Hymn
Collaboration artwork with 2 original shots taken by Olitto / Final work and post-processing done by me. / His nephew Savier / / A young Arabian beauty running / / Final /
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