Metaphor
339 creative works found
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“When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into darkness of the unknown. Faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.” Patrick Overton.
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Peter Van Straten is one of South Africas most talented and collectable artists. Peter is mentioned in the collectors guide to South African Art. His work is avidly collected by both local and International buyers. Peter creates mystic, surreal paintings of exquisite timeless beauty. His preferred medium is oils. The transcendental luminosity of Peters work is fully captured in these atmospheric images. You can view more of Peters work at defineart.co.uk
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Woman and wing. Photograph. Pigment ink print on acrylic and Inkaid treated Kinwashi Japanese paper. Print has natural deckled edges (not shown). The dark female figure is veiled in soft focus and and reflective gold.
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A metaphor for the Spirit and divinity, symbolizing inner enlightenment and the presence of a cosmic power of ultimate goodness and truth. Acrylics, ink and graphite – Best viewed in large format
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Geothermal warm spring Steptoe Valley / Eastern Nevada * / Canon 350D EOS / Tamron 55/200mm Corel PhotoImpact x3 & JASC PaintShop Pro / (composite)
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Mixed medium photo based illustration of hands in meditation with tree.
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As a once psychology major, I was intrigued by Freud’s theory on the id and ego of the human psyche. It has been many years since those classes so my words may be somewhat off. But this piece is a self representation (aren’t they all?) of myself and how the “id” and “ego” play in our life decisions. We all seek pleasure and that constant feeling of euphoria, and our “id”’s only goal is to achieve those feelings without worry or care about the consequences of such actions. It is our “ego” that keeps the “id” in line, allowing us to think before we act, and to be able to foresee what may come of this pleasure seeking. It is a constant battle that wages on beneath our skin and sometimes the “id” overcomes. Some choose to live only by the “id”s bidding and never realize the destruction they leave behind when seeking their pleasures. I have been through that lifestyle once, and as much as I enjoyed such pleasures in bountiful amounts….the aftershock of those actions can still be felt today.
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I measure every Grief I meet / With narrow, probing, Eyes.. / I wonder if it weighs like Mine / Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long / Or did it just begin / I could not tell the Date of Mine / It feels so old a pain I wonder if it hurts to live / And if They have to try / And whether..could They choose between / It would not be..to die I note that Some, gone patient long, / At length, renew their smile.. / An imitation of a Light / That has so little Oil I wonder if when Years have piled / Some Thousands on the Harm / That hurt them early..such a lapse / Could give them any Balm Or would they go on aching still / Through Centuries of Nerve / Enlightened to a larger Pain / In Contrast with the Love The Grieved are many…I am told. / There is the various Cause.. / Death is but one..and comes but once / And only nails the eyes There’s Grief of Want..and grief of Cold.. / A sort they call “Despair” / There’s Banishment from native Eyes / In Sight of Native Air And though I may not guess the kind. / Correctly..yet to me / A piercing Comfort it affords / In passing Calvary. To note the fashions…of the Cross, / And how they’re mostly worn… / Still fascinated to presume / That Some, are like My Own.Emily Dickinson / / 12×14 is a bit of an anomaly for me, and is the beginning of a new journey….painted in watercolour on Arches Rough Paper it is also part of the Abstract Collection and the Tools Series…...the title refers to numbers and shapes and lengths, a carpenter, tools, math, metaphor, humanity, stories….. / There are so many layers to the painting…as part of the tool series, it is a picture of nails, but once you get past that, it turns into something else…the pain of piercing grief, the ties to Christianity, death and eyes nailed shut, the number of triangles which seem to go on to infinity, three points, the measurement of time, the measurement of the nails themselves…the structure that they make which is somewhat like a house…the sharp points etc..etc..and the background which though it seems like a landscape, is also reminiscent of the nails… the poem says so much too…. I hope it helps to get a deeper understanding of the painting /
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This is the actual shape of the canvas The shape of the canvas becomes an integral part of this painting to enhance the illusion of a three dimensional object. / “Metaphor For A Metaphor” is about our predilection for categorizing everything that we experience, whether it fits into our scheme of things or not. And then, ultimately, resorting to using metaphors when we can’t.. / Hence the box which is distorted out of context… The round peg into a square hole that we seem to love the most…. Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 51 X 35 inches / 88 X 130 cm contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / ...........................................................................................
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A cover art I did a while ago. / Bah, haven’t got any artwork to upload since I haven’t done any illustration lately. Just recently become unemployed again, but prefer to think it as holiday =P I need one anyway. / Ahhhh sleeping in.
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Skeleton of desert plant. Studio still life. Photo based mixed medium image. Extreme image softness, textures, and grain.
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Pure white rose spattered with blood
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Mixed medium painting of an abstract with desert earth tones.
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This piece is based on how much we base our decisions off of love. Not condemning it, but rather it intrigues me what those will do in the name of love. Many people have died for love, have fought for love, and have sacrificed for love. It’s a powerful feeling that enslaves us, causing us to react in ways we may not deem normal in a clear state of mind, but like they say, Love is intoxicating. 2nd traditional piece I’ve ever attempted with acrylics. It was (key word, was, because it was sold lol)a 18×24 inch stretched canvas with acrylics and india ink. I miss this piece dearly, but at least I have a wonderful jpeg of it’s remains.
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” In a man’s life, his time is but a moment, his being a mere flux, his senses a dim glimpse, and his soul a restless eddy. / The things of the body pass like a flowing stream.. / Life is a brief sojourn, and one’s mark in this world is soon forgotten.” Marcus Aurelius Watercolour on Saunders Waterford Not Paper…a new addition to the series “Everyday Things”... / Still Life with Picture Wire
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Skeleton of Coyote and Datura blossom. Photo based mixed medium image.
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.... where the sun is shining
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Shed the thick black coat / Saw the horns of evil away / Repent your sins / Warn all you see / This is the first sign of the end…
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Womanhood – something of delicate, / fragile in the hand, / fragile in the mind. / And an imperfect lipstick / (too much kisses, / too much words). A state of mind.
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Taken with a Canon Rebel G11 / Film – Gekko / F-Stop 5.6 / ISO 150 F16 @ 18” w/ 3 filter self-produced Two of my friends at school agreed to do a triptic (sp?) for the saying “No Glove, No Love” “No Glove, No Love – Glove = Love” / Click here!
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