Mythical
886 creative works found
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The Australian High Country in the early morning light and mists fades to the horizon. As viewed from the top of Mt Buffalo. Taken with an old cheap 3 mp fuji digicam, Its not about the camera…..
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This is another version of Beauty.
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Lovely white Unicorn of Myth and Magic. This fantasy creature is placed before a ring of Celtic Knotwork and on a blue background.
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Resting coral dragon with green wings. This mythical creature is not really sleeping, so beware.
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Flying white Pegasus glows against a stary night sky. Beautiful creature from myth and legend.
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I painted this work for very personal reasons, and as a consequence it is full / of deep meaning for me. Despite this, it conveys symbology and content / relating to alchemy and the most ancient of mysteries that is meaningful for / many people. / Of course, it can also be enjoyed as a fantasy piece, as can all of my work, if / the viewer wishes. / I also needed to work with those golden colors for a while, as a kind of / therapy for myself.
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Yup…here i am again. Sorry. :P But i thought i´d upload a few more photos before i embark on my Lofoten and Scotland-trips tomorrow. :) And once i return i plan on being a bit more active on this site that i have truly come to love. Such encouraging and talented members it has. :) Thanks for stopping by for a little looksie. Hope all get to have a wonderful summer! / Andreas Stridsberg © / www.mystic-pic.com
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Loosely inspired by Haku from Spirited Away. Watercolours on A4 cartridge paper. / Still lots of mistakes but my best watercolour so far and I like the feel of it.
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A mythical bird that flies into the sun only to burn up, but then rises from the ashes to live again. A design for survivors! Medieval urban hip style! If you like this design please click on FAVORITE THIS below the image, as it helps get it into the featured & popular section on Red Bubble. THANKS for your support! Visit my gallery “Motley Nation” to see all my T-Shirts, Cards & framed & unframed poster designs at: http://zehda.redbubble.com/works
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This work, as with all of my art, is an original digital painting and not an altered or manipulated photograph.
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Amaterasu: Japanese Mythology, Sun Goddess said to have been born from water. / Photomanipulation. Kagi Plug-ins.
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An enchanting fairy in a garden of mushrooms
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With grace the mermaid swims in the depths of her empire .. / By her side the dolphin keeps her company ..
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Two dragons tangle in a fanciful knot
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interior, semi abstract scene, pastel on black primed colourfix paper 55cm x 75cm original available Featured in The Devine Feminine / Featured in Contemporary Pastels see website artist interview
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As she sprinkles magic dust into the cauldren she chants the spell which will awaken the spirit to do her bidding
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paintings of characters from morgans books
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December 21 – The Mesoamerican Long Count calendar, notably used by the pre-Columbian Maya civilization among others, completes a “great cycle” of thirteen b’ak’tuns (periods of 144,000 days each) since the mythical Creation date of the calendar’s current era.[6] On this day the Long Count date at creation—written 13.0.0.0.0 in modern notation, equivalent to August 11, 3114 BC in the proleptic Gregorian calendar—is repeated for the first time in a span of a little over 5,125 solar years.[7] The completion of this cycle and the repetition of the previous Creation’s Long Count ending date have been central to various 2012 doomsday predictions since the 1960s. Academic researchers have not concluded that the ancient Maya themselves attached similar significance to this point in time.[8] Set/Design- Draven Studios Self-Portrait Canon
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Fractal Collage
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Skye, Hebrides, Scotland / / / A Weather Stripped Mountain and Caves under Trees. / Alexion was music and soft fumbled sex, dreams and real. Forgetting and still. A word of creativity in me and a light shining in the darkness of the sickness I had come to and for, far too early. A weather stripped mountain and caves under trees. She was western islands and mythic, real and not, old and far away. Casting around for her rescue from the rape of her time and hoping to be found while still young. A whole experience for me, to me, explained in my sickness and the lies of those who said, illness suits you. She was pollution in the rivers of my childhood stamped on the virgin snow crags in my paintings. She was all of them trumpet taunting, laughing, shouting, crying and unwilling to allow me. Separate from reality and close to costly insanity. A girl far dreaming from far away and long ago. She was the saddest thing in my language and the failure to work at the things I must see to succeed. Sucking at what I did not know but tried to. She came with bells as a sculpture clashing smashing in the wind. This was a start in puberty, in the loss of my certainty when I left the Doctor who said “This won’t happen again, will it?”. A question in me that left home and went abroad, growing. She turned with me inside and was small enough to sit on my beautiful thinking aloud. She stopped my face from breathing with her salty taste and she never, ever, ever spoke. She sweat and scratched. Licked and held new ball weight in her hand. She pushed her own hand inside herself until it was thin arm and then tasted what dripped, before giving it to me with a kiss and a slap of the removed hand shiny. Leaving the shiny palm print that is still on my chest. She could squeeze and hold, hold and still, squeezing fresh juice that no longer belonged to me, to dip in and drink together. I think she stopped me from being as freshly green fertile as one of the later one’s wanted me. Silent she was, drifting on her lubricated sex, sliding her place wherever she felt hardness and suckling with both top and bottom. She was, for want of better, symphonic dreams of night. She wanted both me and not. To say she was pupil was rot because she died a long time ago before I was born, and the teacher also no, because she came to me, not me to her. Succuba sex, evil and good, very good for one virgin who had not except with the one who he loved most of all of them ever. But could never, ever again until that one later died saying she loved me forever. Alexion came and went with the time it all went away. She left when it all returned and did not come back.
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model, Julia November 2008 / crop, edit, NIKON D40X
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two tree spirits a detail shot from a 2007-08 arteology hug a green tree painting, 24 inches square acrylic and oil on canvas, original is available, contact the artist. please visit my fineart site for hundreds of gift ideas
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In the forests of the fairy realm.. In the deep winter.. / When snow covers the ground.. The Snow Queen looks with amusement.. at the cheeky squirrel who has hitched a ride on the back of a raindeer A delightful card for all seasons, especially for Christmas / Created in psp9 using poser/daz models featured in the group / Creative Cards
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painting of wood elf from morgans new book the last enchanter / watercolor on fabriano 11×14 Wiped out by Kor- gat the Dragon master, the Enchanters leave behind a boy that is the last of his kind. Blackthornis the son of Arum the lord of Martagon, and Arache, the elven heir to Asphodel, the Enchanter warlord. Can elven races unite with the race of men against a common enemy / In a world of Dragons and Dragon tamers, elven warriors and terrifying beastsof battle, the last Enchanter of the Dulcamara is the only hope against Kor-Gat
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