Persection 

15 creative works found

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  I am a ballerina
  by Belinda Fraser

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  "Get some persective in your life"
  by Treborus

  Near all of my self portraits are self taken – its a art in its self taking much practice to not show this is the case . Often on my own on my travels its the only way to be in any photos – you have to be prepared to look pretty stupid in public ! This was taken after my very first shift , on the first day of the first job in 20 years ! On the sea front of Weston-S-Mare – the sister shot has me enjoying a pasty & a flask o tea !

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  RED MOTHER MARRY
  by JaneAParis

  OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS THE DIVINITY OF THE TRINITY Matthew 5:10 / 10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— DESCRIPTION OF THE PAINTING MOTHER MARRY

• DESCRIPTION OF RED MOTHER MARRY - THE PAINTING
  by JaneAParis

  Her eyes are red. My female body is violated, and bloody red from their violent invasion, rape, abuse, and torture. They hurt me on purpo…

  This is about political rape and torture…

• DESCRIPTION OF HEADLESS RED ROBIN ON DOORMAT - THE PAINTING
  by JaneAParis

  Many of my paintings are painted as a reflection of the reality of the political hatred, abuse and torture I have had to live with for th…

  This is about political rape and torture…

• ART TRUTHS, LIFE TRUTHS
  by JaneAParis

  I have had to live with harassment, fear, intimidation, abuse, and torture for years and years and years because of politics. Political p…

  Taking negative and making it positive…

• Email to Claire
  by JaneAParis

  Dear Claire: I hope your school is going well for you. How are you finding your classes? Do you like them? Which one is your favor…

  Dear Claire: I hope your school is going well for you. How are you finding your classes? Do you like them? Which one is your favorite and why? Have you uploaded any poems yet on the red bubble? It is easy to do, just go to writing, then add a new written work, write it, then go down to the bottom and publish it. There are many groups that you can join to put your poetry and art into. The three that I usually use a lot for poetry are All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical and The Word Tree and WMG (Writers Market Group)- these are good ones to start off with. Especially WMG because anything you write in this group can potentially get published and sold to magazines. Have you made new friends yet? Do you still have your best old friends? Have you met any cute guys? Are you doing any extra curriculer activities, like school newspaper, cheerleader, etc…? Are you doing any sports? I miss you and Mitchell very much and I think about you every day. I am very ill. I have been asking for an appointment and medicine but they do not even seem to be able to do this for me Claire. They are torturing me. I can barely urinate and I have bacteria crawling around in me and on me. I am wondering whether or not they have any intention of healing me when I get the disability insurance that I am supposedly being made to wait for now. The inside of my abdomen feels like a dirty garbage can from the infection they have left in my body and I am very weak and in pain all the time. If they do not heal me, eventually I will die, because you can not leave an infection in someone’s body and not expect it to finally take a toll. This is what infections do, they attack your body, break down your system, and make you ill until you die. I also always feel the bacteria crawling in my hair and on my head from the dirty infection in my body. It is gross and scary. I am being treated very cruelly. None of this was ever necessary, and they have left this infection in my body as a tool to manipulate, torture and control me. They have left this infection in my body on purpose, FOR THIRTEEN YEARS, enough, enough. They never really have good intentions Claire, and I do not believe they have good intentions now either. They have had thirteen years to heal me and they never have on purpose because they wanted to torture me with this infection on purpose. This is ridiculous Claire. This is unbelievable torture. It is time for it to stop Claire. If they do not do the right thing and heal my body then in the future I want you and Mitchell to get restitution, PAYBACK, for the way they are making me suffer and what they are keeping me from being to you. You can prove they are abusing me Claire. You can prove they have made me sit here with an infection in my body until it did detrimental damage and finally made me die. You can be rewarded money for what they are doing to me, because they are abusing me on purpose and you can prove it. There are medical records, prescription records, things I have written, hospital records, other people’s knowledge (they can not lie in court), and other related records. They have harrassed me terribly since I have been here with mind games and denial of medicine and medical care. These are things that hurt me and you and Mitchell too, because everything that hurts me hurts you. You can be rewarded restitution for the bad things they do to me and this is what I want for you because I do not believe they are trying to do the right things, I do not believe they are going to stop abusing and torturing me, I do not believe they are going to provide the medical care I need and employment I need, I do not believe they are going to be fair (I and you and Mitchell should not have to pay for them to put me back together, when they are the ones that did this to me), and I do not believe that they are going to get out of my space and leave me alone and let me be free like everyone else. And besides me, the people who pay the ultimate price for this are you and Mitchell. I am feeling very bad right now, physically. I am very tired all of the time and the infection in my body really hurts, it is very painful. I am going to go now. I hope to hear from you soon. I love you very much, and Mitchell too. Always and Forever, Mommy.

• Email to Claire
  by JaneAParis

  Hi Claire and Mitchell: I am not feeling well, they need to provide health care for me soon. I have asked them to make an appoint…

  Hi Claire and Mitchell: I am not feeling well, they need to provide health care for me soon. I have asked them to make an appointment for me to get me medicine, but they do not see to be to concerned about getting this done, (I have been begging for medicine and medical care ever since I have been here, and before for the five years since I have been back in America), however I need more antibiotics because the infection in my body is very painful and hurting other areas of my body I am sure, like my liver and kidneys. Why a group of people would want to keep me like this is beyond me really. Does your father want me dead? What does he think is going to happen if they do not take the infection out of my body, and how much torture does he think I deserve? The true answer to that question is that I have never deserved any of this, and especially not thirteen years of it, and I should not have to sleep with another man for medicine, what a terrible way to treat your mother, but that is what is happening. The only door open to me seems to be the “if I screw someone I will get medicine door”, because my pleas for medical care and medicine go unheeded and ignored. Claire, how would you like to have someone break your leg on purpose, and then find that the only way you could get the doctors to heal your leg was to have sex with Johnny down the street. These people are evil and cruel to me, your mommy is ill and she needs medicine and medical care now, not later. The longer I am kept like this, the more damage is done. These people play with my body, spirit and mind all the time Claire. The other day I was sitting in a private place in this building by the window drawing and two guys came up outside of the window and started talking about how they wanted to take her home and fuck her. They were very loud and obnoxious and I knew it was directed toward me as is all of their never-ending abuse. This is the kind of sexual, mental, and emotional disrespect I have to tolerate almost every day. Those men are strangers to me and there comments are unwarranted, intrusive and abusive and this kind of treatment does damage to me as a human being, and you both too, for you and Mitchell are connected to me. These people have no shame. They will not get out of my personal space and leave me alone with their nasty dirty games of abuse and disrespect. You should not have to see and witness your mother being treated like this. This is the reality of how they treat me and the impact it has on all of us. I love you both very much and I miss you both very much. I hope to hear from you soon. I tell you these things because you have a right to know the truth and how this, their behavior impacts you as well as me. I hate their nastiness and their foulness and the fact that they won’t leave me alone. And I hate what it has done to all of our lives and continues to do. Can you understand why I would not want to be here? This is the life I am forced to live here, a life of never-ending no rights and disrespect, however this is my home too, and decent people would leave me alone and let me function so that I could love and give to the people who deserve it like you and Mitchell, but the won’t leave me alone, they target me no matter what I do, NO MATTER WHAT I DO, and I hate them for it. I love you forever and always, maybe one day I and you and Mitchell, and anyone else I might choose to love will be free of this and these things. This is something I can only dream of…Love, Mommy.

• THE TRUTH - A LETTER TO MY CHILDREN
  by JaneAParis

  There is always a reason or lie why, but the truth is they are abusing me. I and my children pay endlessly…

  Political abuse, fear and intimidation. Matthew 10:39 / Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.

• MY BROKEN HORSY
  by JaneAParis

  I am a horse, not really but really / You don’t understand, please let me explain / The people who abuse me, call me a whore / They say you …

  This is about being kept in a certain state of being…in circular motions of lies, games, and abuse that always put you back in the same place, Horseydom. This is about sexual abuse, one of the State’s many tools of subjugation. This is about conspiracies drawn on keeping one from advancing or having any real power in life…This is about using someone’s sexuality, among other things, as a tool to dominate, condemn, abuse and torture them with never-endingly, a form of political status control. John 8 / 1but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. 2 Early in the morning he came again to the temple. All the people came to him, and he sat down and taught them. 3The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and placing her in the midst 4they said to him, “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. 5Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do you say?” 6This they said to test him, that they might have some charge to bring against him. Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground. 7And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8And once more he bent down and wrote on the ground. 9But when they heard it, they went away one by one, beginning with the older ones, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. 10Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.”

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  HINGE
  by jeremy charbonneau

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  Cloud Persective
  by m4rtys

  Saw this cloud arrangement whilst at a car boot sale in Basingstoke.

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  RED MOTHER MARRY
  by JaneAParis

  OIL PAINTING / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo THE DIVINITY OF THE TRINITY Matthew 5:10 / 10 “Blessed are those who have been persecuted for the sake of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—— DESCRIPTION OF RED MOTHER MARRY – THE PAINTING She is very trapped in all of her red/pain, and it burns from her eyes in intense sadness. She is surrounded by red/pain, (violation), and she is always in the red. A debt that can never be repayed or righted. She has a debt to God that she can never right, lost souls, and she has a debt to society that she can never pay because her burden is too heavy, and society/the State never releases her from it. All she can do is pray and hope that God hears her…hears her lost soul and the chant of pain that never-endingly ebbs through her mind and body. Her eyes will always be and see in intense bloody red. Speaking of the unnecessary violence of life…loss, hatred, betrayal, religion, politics, deep sadness, and lost souls… because this is the nature of the beast…this is the nature of humanity…it is very unforgivable, destructive, and leaves deep scars on her soul and body…and all she can do is pray…pray for a better day…pray for the darkness to lift one day…This painting is about being trapped/caged…NEVER-ENDINGLY…This painting is about being violated, and about the violence and sadness of life…and about how sometimes all that a person has the power to do…is pray to God and hope that God hears…hears the pain, sadness, and hope for a better tomorrow. This painting is about faith and hope through all of the redness/pain. The kind of painting I do is called EXPRESSIONISM. I try to convey an idea or concept in emotional and colorful terms, so that when you look at the canvas, you feel what the painting is trying to say. Usually the colors in Expressionistic art are bright and vivid as well, and I think this painting are very bright and vivid, VERY PAINFUL RED.

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  MY BROKEN HORSEY
  by JaneAParis

  MIXED MEDIA – INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo MY BROKEN HORSEY / _____ I am a horse, not really but really / You don’t understand, please let me explain / The people who abuse me, call me a whore / They say you are a whore, see / They broke my body on purpose, I am in terrible pain / They use this pain to control me, they never heal me / They call me a whore and then they try to score / They use my sexuality like a kitchen implement / They feel no concern for the damage they do, their conscious is absent / They tell me to drive my own car, yet they refuse to give me the keys / They treat me as less than an animal, they leave me all riddled with fleas / They are lacking compassion, this is their fashion / I am a whore, see, because that is all they will let me be / And what is worse is that my broken horsey cannot run / My broken horsey is lying dead in the sun / They surround me with constant sexual innuendo / They make everything, everything, simply about cockcrow / Everything takes on a dirty slant when they sneer and glare at me / While spewing their foul words that have a sinister and sordid bend / They hit me over and over and over and over again, with their need to offend / With their need to feel superior, and put me in my place, Horseydom / Or Whore-see-dumb, as they would term it, they are crumbs / They talk about, Boise, Seattle and Portland / But what they really mean is Boy-see, See-it-all, and Port-land / They are small dirty little people, that keep me in a cage / They oppress my mind, my sexuality, my spirit and my emotions / They fill all that matters in my life with their smut, to my outrage / They even manage to put a dirty slant on loving God, and my religious devotions / I have had to live with this dark smutty cloud hanging over my head for a very long time / For decades, their hate has no reason nor rhyme / It is just because they can, do you comprehend a little, now do you understand? / Because I am a broken horsey, I have been thrown in a dark corner / Where I am forced to wait around for a little boy to take pity, little Jack Horner / They devalue everything about me, with their games, lies, and dirty words / Until there is nothing left of me but a shadow of who I used to be / Who I used to be when I thought that I was free… Free from cowardly abuse, free from cowards JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS This is about being kept in a certain state of being…in circular motions of lies, games, and abuse that always put you back in the same place, Horseydom. This is about sexual abuse, one of the State’s many tools of subjugation. This is about conspiracies drawn on keeping one from advancing or having any real power in life…This is about using someone’s sexuality, among other things, as a tool to dominate, condemn, abuse and torture them with never-endingly, a form of political status control. John 8 / 1but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. 2 Early in the morning he came again to the temple. All the people came to him, and he sat down and taught them. 3The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and placing her in the midst 4they said to him, “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. 5Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do you say?” 6This they said to test him, that they might have some charge to bring against him. Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground. 7And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8And once more he bent down and wrote on the ground. 9But when they heard it, they went away one by one, beginning with the older ones, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. 10Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.”

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  INSANITY
  by JaneAParis

  MIXED MEDIA – INVERSION / Image Copyright © 2008 JANE À PARIS / Professionally photographed by Citizens Photo Featured in the Group – Current Issues, October 2009 INSANITY / _______ On the brink of insanity / They have made your life valueless and futile, a vanity / ...something worthless, pointless, and trivial / Waiting in dire desperation for the ultimate reunion, convivial / ...that never comes / They mock you, they play the drums / Your much desired freedom, becomes your death / For you are simply all out of breath… / There is no more, you cannot take anymore / For you are rotting at the core, the gore, the gore You can’t go here, and you can’t go there / You can’t rest here, and you can’t remain there / You can’t do this, and you can’t do that / Are you suffering, we don’t care and we don’t hear / Are you in pain, please go stand out in the rain / Don’t try to make us behave humane / We said that, but we meant this / You said this, but you meant that / There is an infection in your body and we know it / How are you today? My, you look so pretty… / Watch out for the brick walls, while you fall, while you fall / Like a doll, like a doll / Don’t you see the invisible bars / And why are we surrounded by nothing but cars? JANE À PARIS Writing and Image Copyright ©2008 JANE À PARIS Description: “INSANITY” was featured in the group WMG, March 2009 – About falling down, and not being able to get back up…and about mean spirited, cruel people who enjoy and play with your pain endlessly…