Max
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Max Gatrell
France
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Max Alessandrini
Spain
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SURYADI MAX
Indonesia
575 creative works found
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Max’s Bad-Ass Interceptor from the action flick Mad Max…for some reason, these sell like hot cakes in Australia…LOL!
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Wetland Pond near Dow’s Lake, Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. / A panorama taken in true infrared rendered as a cyanotype duotone. / Summer, 2008 Canon G2 + 720IR filter, 4 shots , 2 sec @f5.6
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Same T shirt design as the original one I did on white background, but it looks better on a black shirt in my opinion. / In case you hadn’t guessed this is the Super-charger as seen on the much modified Australian Ford Falcon XB muscle car from the Mad Max films. Haven’t seen it? Well you’re missing out on a real treat. Go and rent it! The caption is the line from Jim Goose, Max’s best mate in the film.
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A beautiful shot of a maple trees in the fall with the contrasting sky above. Taken in true Infrared to highlight the foliage and contrast the sky. The leaves were a bright yellow. Rendered as a duo-tone. Location: Gatineau Park, Quebec, Canada. Canon G2 with Infrared R72 filter, / HDR , 3 frames, bracketed., processed with Photoshop CS3
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There are just a few iconic cars in the film industry but ranking top amongst them (IMHO) has got to be the Interceptor, based on the Australian V8 Ford Falcon XB Coupé muscle car and much modified to be used in the first two Mad Max films, with its black on black paintjob, distinctive side pipes and of course the blower! The Supercharger! The caption above the picture is of course what Jim Goose says to the mechanic when Max is first introduced to the car. If you’re a petrol head, like me, then you will probably recognise this drawing instantly. Hopefully you’ll like it enough to actually buy a T shirt with it on. This drawing was done on 160g paper in varying soft graphite pencils with the text added post scanning via Photoshop. This design was taken from a photo I’d had of a friend’s car who has spent a lot of time and money making a very accurate replica version of Max’s Interceptor. Hope you like it Adrian! PS now available in white text for black T shirts
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I’ve taken the design a bit further and had some fun with it, Max’s Speed Shop, Sydney, Australia, Est. 1979…remember, he’s on your side!
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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i copied this of the music max channel and thought i would do one myself and came up with this, enjoy THIS HAS BEEN RECENTLY FEATURED ON THE HOME PAGE > / 5/10/2008… / ANOTHER FEATURE ON PAINTING WITH LIGHT AND NOW MELBOURNE AND VICTORIA GROUP…. / 8/10/2008…. so thanks to everyone.
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Bruce Lee: Be Water My Friend
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This is not a drill. Tribute to Magritte’s painting “Ceci n’est pas une pipe”
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Had a great Redbubble meet today up in the lake district today 9th June 2009, met up with Steve Smith, Lesley G, Shaun W, Jamie Green, Rob parsons and his Missus Jean, not forgetting max ( pictured, who is Steve and Lesleys dog) and Tarn..(Jamie’s dog) / Thought we’d have a walk up at the Loughrigh fells up near Grasmere. / Had a great day. / This is a shot of Max taking a well earned rest overlooking Grasmere, one of the lakes of the lake district. / Shot with a Nikon D300 and Sigma 10-20mm lens
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MAX My New Dog
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After seeing a few of those crazy dragster drawings of big V8’s burning rubber etc I thought I’d have a go at doing something like that based on my all time favourite film car the V8 Interceptor, the much modified Ford Falcon XB from the film Mad Max. Anyway after drawing it I scanned it into the PC and set about fooling around with Photoshop colourising it and generally just practising and getting used to what photoshop has got. So I guess you could say this is my first bit of proper digital colourising…. well I think it’s OK.
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Oscar Wilde tribute. This design belong to a series called ‘Born to..’
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A sketch I did from a scene out of my favorite Bergman flick, ‘The Magician,’ starring Max Von Sydow and Ingrid Thulin.
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This T-shirt Design belongs to a series called “BORN TO…”
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Having an overwhelming interest in customised transport, I created this piece as a self-caricature (and homage to Mad Max Thunderdome) during the recent upsurge in petrol prices- when it reaches $3 per litre, this is what I’ll look like! I drew the original piece with Indian ink and a brush, and then scanned it into Photoshop where I layered paint and textures over the original linework.
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the Last V-8 from Mad Max
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Another one for the MAD MAX fans, Mmmm, Mmm! Dinki Di dog food. The meal of choice when cruising the outback wastelands hunting for your next tank of juice. Hey, if it was good enough for Max, it’s good enough for you! You wanna get outta here? You talk to me.
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This is the innocent look after my boy Max had just caught a rabbit this afternoon. Nikon D200 – 10th July 2009 Please visit my other Red Bubble Account at Steve Smith UK
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Springtime at the Arboretum in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. We had a late spring there, and trees just started to show new foliage. Taken in true infra-red and rendered as a duotone.
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Photoshoot with Max – what a trooper
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