Mercy
103 creative works found
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Shot at Folsom Street East, NYC 2008 / MCN:C37FA-BF4D9-41A59 My Portfolios: / Body Shots / Little Boxes / Portraits / Brick, Iron & Light / People / Street Life / In Living Color / Architecture/Cityscapes
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Pastels on paper 120×70 cm Sold it and this is the highest res copy I have crrrrrrap. What the fuck is going on? What are we doing? How can we ameliorate our lives with simplicity when we know what we know? Or think we know. / Shit shit shit shit shit shit. / I have a huge lack of understanding. / That sentence was supposed to continue, but stopped somehow. Burns me up. You even have Cat In The Hat Pajamas, and I mean, how cool is that? / Excuse me, I just thought I would skirt ambitiously around the subject for a while. I have no idea what to say and am feeling a little romantically disturbed by attempting to begin to break my silences begin to gnaw at the old gauze, reeking and tough, that covers my lips. / So. Today is a day for honest extremity. Makes me feel more at home all of a sudden. I feel much more comfortable when everything confuses me. I always feel like some small and viciously real creature is crawling up the back of my scalp and whispering that it’s all a lie when I have some semblance of feeling in control. / Nothing like a spanner in the rabbit. / I have climbed my way back into my safety haven and behaved like I had supposed, had always supposed that I am supposed to. Security wraps its warm but a little spiky arms around me once again. I’m so desperately trying to sell out that I even manage to forget the oaths I swore to myself when I was a teenager… and when they creep into the back of my mind I slap them around with a few extra anti depressants and paint a happy picture (I am lying why am I lying I cannot and have never been able to cheat with the lines and colours of my work. They betray me in acuity, in dread. And the meds do nothing. I have taken none for months at a time, I have taken ten times the dose for months. No difference. Side effects. Shakes, rashes. A median of despair punctured with pinhole panic; with sobbing collapse. Degrees of sickness inviolate and unaffected.) You actually know what I’m talking about. How strange. Catharsis rears its unlovely head. / I have desires I can’t even begin to describe. There is something about losing your mind that is more real than anything else, more tempting and free; a claw hook in the back of a healthy brain. / I never thought you took me seriously. (Why would you how could you why would anyone?) / I have hesitated and stuttered and smoked too much and stared at you when you weren’t looking. Allowed myself to pine. / We are fools in a world that does not tolerate fools. / I have looked and looked, and I always thought that feeling this way and being trapped by the sadness, the sadness… / I thought – that this was a common excuse for not living. Not doing and earning like everyone else. / It isn’t a common excuse. It’s an uncommon reason. I would like to spend a week with you and just see how similar we are; just for once talk to you for long enough without being interrupted to know, maybe to just stop lying. Can you imagine that? Honesty in life seems impossible, but it might not be between us. / The fallacy expands. / How often do you lie a day? Think about it. Coming to each other and saying: / “Well, today, I really thought about suicide, and I had to make myself eat even though it made me want to puke. I felt each movement I took as a jarring blow. I spoke to other people… other creatures in the world even though I could not find my breath and I gasped and clenched my uncertain weak fists. I still spoke because I had to I had to and the rope the knife they swell rotten and sweet in every turn and thought and they live in the fear booming in my heart shivering through my feet as I step through the world. / “But I am alive and I have my hands before me and my scars are old. I have lied well enough to hide, for this time at least. / “I thought it took all the strength that I have to do these things, but it took more to them to you.”
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Cover artwork for ‘Something Wicked Horror Anthology’ (2005). (mixed media, photography, digital painting, watercolour)
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Merci encore.....Mar..
by Jo HodenGrey Eagle card was brought last night by the wonderful Mar Silva / I would like to express …
Grey Eagle card was brought last night by the wonderful Mar Silva / I would like to express my heartfelt thanks.Please check out her website because it is so beautiful. / GREY EAGLE. / Tomorrow’s Dream by Mar Silva Thanks again Mar,you are such a lovely spirit.:)
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Redemption
by KimberlollyI return to You / My head hangs low / What I’ve done / I realize You know / To ask Your forgiveness / Though I deserve less / I wish for no mor…
I was digging through boxes of old writings today and found this. I think I wrote it five or six years ago.
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some have to wait a loooong time…
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The Working Man’s Special (Based on Keats’ “La Belle Dame sans Merci”)
by philraffertyAnd so each Friday I’d go cash my check, after the job, when the kids were still in school, and the wife was still at work…
The working man’s view of a lost love in a white collar world.
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This was a sunrise from Cabo San Lucas that I used fracilius to give it a different look. Hope you like! Add me to your watch list now
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Photography / Smudge Art TM. By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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A profound lack of familiarity with the concept of mercy. From the series & limited edition book: ‘Evidence’ / Details: / http://lauren-rabbit.deviantart.com/journal/18842732/
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Her name is Mercy, She is 5 years old. She loves to learn and she loves people. She is a picture of hope for her country, Rwanda, recovering from the scar of genocide. For a better future…where everyone is the same.
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this dandelion in all of its seediness glory was somehow still completely intact.
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oil on canvas / This Painting was a commissioned piece for this passage of scripture. / Luke 4:18-19 / “The spirit of the lord is upon me to preach good news to the poor, sight to the blind, release for the captives and to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour.” / A little explanation: / You will find 12 sections to represent one year – ‘the year of the Lord’s favour’. / Then I set to work on what would be in each of the 12 parts? / One day I was writing out a shopping list and I started to write what I’d need in order to really live this passage… or what I had already perhaps… / Spirit, Light, Voice, Faith, Uncertainty, Hope, Hands, Water, Oil, Feet, Strength, Boldness… / This is a great sending forth… an annointing… a comissioning… / I realised that I had all that it takes and that it would take all that I have in order to live according to this bold sending out…. / Starting from the top left hand corner you will find water… I think, living in Australia, i am so very much aware of how precious water is for life and how water is definitely good news for the poor. Next you will find Hope, the small window of hope at the top signifies that there is always hope, even in the darkest places. / In the top right hand corner you will find Hands, these are actually a painting of a man’s hands that had just saved a life. We can use our hands for so much good in the world and from small things done by hand, incredble things can be achieved. I also think these hands relate so well to the Homeless man’s hands in the bottom left hand corner and therefore connect the painting. / The green is for boldness – if you look closely at the original artwork you can see the word Boldness written in there, I find green such a difficult colour to work with and it takes extreme boldness for me to paint with green… a step out of a comfort zone! / The bubble looking circle is for Strength… sometimes we take strength for granted. What is strength is all contexts, physical, emotional, spiritual etc…? Like a bubble… perhaps it is my interpretation that strength is a gift and it can exist simultaneously as both tangible and intangible in our personal awareness. Voice is represented with words – written and lifted up… we need to have voices for the poor, the oppressed, the captives, the refugees, the neglected, the abused, the blind, the sick, the forgotten… / The child with questioning eyes represents Faith, she has seen the world for what it really is and she looks to us. Then we have oil, oil for annointing – for mission… but I chose to place a woman in this section who represents the middle east, here is a woman who has seen so much devastation in the world because of oil and money and power and war. / Light is represented by a shadow of us, and just how much darkness we walk in, we need to shine light into that darkness. The Homeless man represents Uncertainty – seems a bit like the odd word out in the list – but I like it… its says so much about what it means to be human in all our brokenness – but we are all connected! It’s about not having all the answers but being able to take notice and to see reality in front of us… may the oppressed go free because we choose to step out and take risks! I think Spirit is pretty self explanitory – but its about us all being in this together for the good of all humankind… this is a crowd that can achieve amazing things together!!! / The last section of the painting represents Feet… Feet of readiness to take us where we need to be… it may be just one step at a time… but we have to start walking and taking action. The Spirit is upon us as you can see linking through every section of the painting. I hope that this has helped you understand the work a little more. Thank you for taking time to read this!
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Shot taken at Sorrento ocean beach, Victoria, Australia.
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A succubus answers the plea of an elderly dying man to spirit him away to the hereafter in a fashion he will remember through eternity. / This image came to me after years of conflicting mental images of what a succubus might be like. Why would she be relegated to the image of lustful vampire. Couldn’t she be seen as a merciful valkyrie-type spirit that waits for the ease of sound sleep to do what she must? / I like that image better. / 18×24” (really cheap) color pencil.
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mercy
by bellmuskerI remember the demons dancing at the corners of my eyes, always waiting to taunt me, always knowing how. I remember it all.
An unexpected night at the Forum…..
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Photography / Smudge Art TM. By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Thank you for taking the time to view my work! Have a wonderful day! / / Copyright 2008 Julie – Julie Alexander. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized use prohibited. My work does NOT belong to the public domain. It may not be used in any way, shape or form without my prior written permission.
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Bright and cheerful, multicolored digital abstract.
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Photography / Smudge Art TM. By: Madeline M. Allen Thank you for viewing my work. Image copyright © 2007, Madeline M. Allen Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Car crash...
by Daniel RarelaYou always think things like this only happen to somebody else. My poor car is dead… we’ve had her for nearly 10 years, barely ever le…
You always think things like this only happen to somebody else. My poor car is dead… we’ve had her for nearly 10 years, barely ever let me down, and in the blink of an eye – BAM! And she was gone… and I was on my way home from DISNEYLAND too, of all places… what a way to finish celebrating a friend’s birthday dinner at the Happiest Place On Earth today… geez… Well, here’s what happened… I was in the slow lane, decreasing speed because traffic was building up, and alluva sudden I hear this loud screeching behind me. Before I can even look up my rearview mirrors to see what was up, I get hit from what felt like behind, although I later saw that I had been hit on the passenger’s side, and I got hit HARD. Thankfully I had my seatbelt on, so I didn’t fly into the steering wheel and break my face or anything. The minute I recovered from the initial impact, my first thought was “Crap! Oh _crap_… just pull over to the right as fast as you can before another car hits you, and a pileup ensues!” As soon as I looked up after getting hit, I saw another car that was hit, and she was driving a little ways ahead of me and already pulling over. I pulled over right behind her, which was a little complicated, because her back bumper had fallen off and underneath my car, which was making it a little hard to maneuver. We both stopped and stayed in our car for a few minutes. During those minutes, I was scared to get out… I didn’t want to open the door and potentially get hit by another vehicle that was trying to swerve away from the accident. Eventually, we both got out, asked each other if we were okay, and looked behind us. A white van was lying upside down about 20 feet behind us. “Oh God…” Me and the other girl who got hit walked over. Several other cars had stopped, one sheriff and two priests traveling together we talking to this woman who apparently was the driver and had just crawled out of her car. Amazingly, she seemed okay as well – not bleeding, no fractures or broken bones from what we could see, and she was already on the phone with her husband while we were explaining to the sheriff and two priests what had happened. We tried to ask the woman what happened, but it was hard, as she didn’t speak English quite so well… from what we could understand though, it seemed as if she had swerved to try to avoid hitting another car, and ended up hitting me and the other girl, Colleen, instead. Eventually more police showed up and questioned everyone on the scene. I got the time to walk back to my car and check just how badly I was hit… it sure as heck wasn’t pretty… The miracle in all this – NOBODY was hurt!!! Colleen was fine, albeit a little a shaken. I stepped out of the car completely okay, save for a small scrape where my elbow was on the armrest of my seat when I got hit. And the woman who hit us, as I said before, wasn’t even bleeding, hadn’t broken or scratched anything as far as we could see – her husband later picked her up and drove her home without anybody even needing to call an ambulance! My parents later picked me up, and we all went home thanking Jesus that no one had died, let alone gotten hurt… the pictures above are only the pictures of my car, but if you could have seen how much damage was done to the other two cars as well, you’d be all the more amazed that all three of us walked away from this without even a scratch! Something does seem a bit fishy to the police officers though. After inspecting the damage from all three cars, they think a fourth was involved, but if that was so, that fourth car didn’t stick around, so they’re suspecting a hit and run case here. If that’s so, keep that person in your prayers everyone, that s/he doesn’t do any further damage on the freeway… things like this really put life into perspective… you realize that all it takes is just a few horrible seconds for your life to get taken away from you… and for me to be spared like this… all I can do now is pray that God can give me enough goodness to not take for granted the fact that my mother still prays for me every time I walk out the front door to drive somewhere. / ___________ I want to thank You, Lord / For life and all that’s in it / Thank You for the day / And for the hour and for the minute / I know many are gone / I’m still living on / I want to thank You I went to sleep last night / And I arose with the dawn / I know that there are others / Who’re still sleeping on / They’ve gone away / You’ve let me stay / I want to thank You Some thought because they’d seen sunrise / They’d see it rise again / But death crept into their sleeping beds / And took them by the hand / Because of Your mercy / I have another day to live Let me humbly say / Thank You for this day / I want to thank You ~ Maya Angelou
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Spare a bit of Money, er, Mercy now and then XD In the Making / A hand drawn image done on the train to and from work using a mech-pencil . The drawing was then scanned and transported into photoshop where I: Ran it through an line extraction process. Cleaned up spots and rough edges. Coloured the image and added vibrancy with layers. Stylised the text. Saved the image in the appropriate file format. Minimum process time: 4 hours
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