Paint weathering
254 creative works found
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Oil painting /
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mixed media on wood. 24” x 36” i keep a grey bin full of photo copies, pictures cut out from magazines, polaroids, various papers, etc. as i work, i dig through it looking for elements that will fit in, compliment, or otherwise enhance the outcome of the painting… the leaves fall to the hard soil as winter sets in / there is an echo / hunger and longing drowns / and drowns / the night grows longer / a restless mind does not sleep / a thin blue-grey welcomes the dawn / the weary returns to the cave
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Chipped & peeling paint on weathered wood bench in the village / K20D Flake / Top 10 Abstract Macro Urban Art/Peeling Paint June 2009 / Top 10 Natural Texture/Peeling Paint May 2009 / Featured in Natural Texture May 2009 / Featured in Visual Texture Apr 2009 / Top 10 Rustic/Weathered Wood challenge Apr 2009
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An old wooden fishing boat sits on the shore of Burwash lake in western Yukon Territory in complete dereliction. Years of use and the brutal weather has began to chip away at the many layers of paint.
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The street was crowded with shouts and chanting. Posters with slogans I didn’t understand moved along Main Street like thicken blood in veins too clogged with soot to notice. Faces turned to the distance and then waved aside the shoulders of police to stare into me or beyond me or through me or into cameras or maybe knowing that my two eyes saw everything as an abstract painting and they didn’t want to be abstract. The proud wrinkles shouted to be seen and be remembered for the hardship that had etched its way into flesh. No, you can not turn away, you can not cover me with cosmetics, you can not still the motion of music and feet shuffling along sidewalks that once were dirt. My dirt. Their dirt. Our dirt. The land that formed everything and out of which we grew. Before cement towers blocked the view to the sea. Before garbage covered the ashes. / The ashes. The ashes. Burning limbs from a sun that sets only once some days and twice when it feels the mood. Burning wind that torches leaves and dries the dreams of soldiers of the theater. Ashes that were baked onto the hillsides before they held mosaics of naked colors and hungry lights. Ashes that were blown from nature’s own breath and will still blow again and always even as merchants try to sell hot dogs to musicians and music sells to thin, clogged ears and ears are covered from the sound that the hands have created so that nobody realizes what is really happening. Nobody hears the clapping. / Blinded. Blinded by the brain’s efforts to see more and hear more and be more and sell more and buy more until there is no more and more has no meaning because it is less. Less. Less. / Yes the street was crowded. Yet I saw only one face. And that was enough.
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Mixed medium painting of an abstract with desert earth tones.
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watercolour, ink & tea on paper
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Photograph of an old weathered door on the beach at Second Valley, South Australia. Taken straight from the camera – no post processing. Part of the collection Weathered Patterns Set of two with Painted Corrugations 1 /
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This building was once home to the largest used book store in Newfoundland. They had over 100,000 books at one time many of them old and rare. The owner decided to sell everything off cheap and retire. The historic building has been empty now for a couple of years. I missed the sale . . . ..................................... / Click here to add me to your watch list. / .....................................
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Inspired by Janis Zroback’s Door Series.
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“Rain or shine, we’ll party tonight,” the clerk whispered under his breath toward his helper, who was precariously bending over a pile of returned merchandise to grab a handful of plastic bags. / The line was long with scowling customers. The clerk looked up and smiled at a woman who clutched an arm full of garments for toddlers. She gently pushed the woman in front of her forward. That caused the lady in the front of the line to gag on her cough drop and lurch forward. / “Watch out,” and angry woman in black leather and chains yelled as she grabbed one breast which had been bumped by the coughing woman. / The leather-garbed woman grabbed hold of her boyfriend who yelled an obscenity at the long line. “What’s the hold up anyway,” He shouted at his girlfriend.” / “I’m waiting for my pants. She said the price tag was not on them and went back to find out how much they were.” / “That was a half hour ago. Forget it. It’s not worth it.” He pulled her arm and tried to make his way to the door. She jerked back and hit another clerk which caused him to fall over a box piled high with plastic coat hangers and push over a tower of silk flower arrangements. / Outside a recluse lurched through a fierce wet wind. He had not spoken to anyone for two days and decided to brave the storm in order to force himself to have a bit of human contact. He pushed the door open to face a man with a pierced nose who screamed, “Get the fuck out of my way.” The recluse paused, turned around and plunged back into the biting cold afternoon with a keen awareness that he was correct in his decision to not speak to anyone other than his cat unless absolutely necessary.
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ORIGINAL FOR SALE $899 plus P&H This is the oil painting done from the photograph I took of the same name. Rhyll, Phillip Island, Victoria. I loved the photo so much I just had to paint it and so I used a large canvas (1m x 800) and just went for it! It was a very cathartic process and yielded a great result! Stormy Weather: Etta James
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Ode to weathered, faded and peeling halls Ode to heat-waves and hail and dark driven storms Ode to passers by, drunks and dogs who love walls Ode to Life.
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An old wooden door with metal ornate handle,a splash of red paint and timber mouldings,set in an adobe wall. / Taken on Fuji S3 Pro
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digital painting using smudge tool
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An old barn window with years of use and abuse..
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Part of a time-worn metallic door from Budapest 10th district.
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Thanks to the magic of inspiration, I have produced another painting. As usual, I am tempted to continue fiddling. It may need gold, perhaps… I know we are requested to only put finished images up….it could be finished! We’ll see.
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Found this great combination of colours and weathered effect on the side of a wheelie bin while on a walk in Perth, WA. Minimal post-processing. Taken with my EOS350D with a 17-85mm EFS USM lens. Minimal tone curve adjustment in Corel PhotoPaint. Part of the collection Weathered Patterns / / Set of two with Peeling Poster 1 /
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