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The man walks briskly through, passion, he IS the music; dark tones slipping through a steadily roiling fire, bar after bar… This piece is acrylic on stretched canvas in its original state—16” x 18”
Even digital fruit has a core. Original is Acrylic on 14” x 16” stretched canvas.
Colored Pencil on paper, 11” x 13.75” An experiment in capturing the salient lines that make up the recognizable portion of a face. Nearly every photo I’ve seen of Einstein have him looking right – thus in this one, he is thinking in reverse – facing left :)
This is acrylic on wood, 24” x 48” A study in lines and color, fun fun fun…
A drawing, in colored pencil on sketchpad, enhanced just a bit with GIMP.
This piece is acrylic on wood, dimensions are 24” x 48” I was attempting to do something very different, and izzybeth, N Kumar Bellani, and Mechellerene were significant inspirations. Lots of fun to do :)
A whimsical bit. Hopefully, this concept isn’t patented… :)
A young woman in the early 20th century wrote this pictorial letter to a lover who jilted her for another woman. [I paraphrase] “I am alone in my house, we shared something and I miss it so. And even though you are now deeply in love with her, (and I’m sure she will bear you two strong children) I long for you. And my heart breaks, and I’m lonely for you, even though someone else is in love with me.” Author Unknown [from a philosophy class handout – no source to cite] This is acrylic on hardboard, 18” x 24”
Acrylic on hardboard, 18” x 24”
Multi-media (ink, acrylic, foil tape) on hardboard – 18” x 24” A dream of order / A dream of chaos / A dream of moving way too fast order in the sinew / chaos in the blast / slowing, stilling, calming Human? / Microscopic? / Boxed? Either way, life can be an odd triptych
Thinking of You Digital – produced with GIMP There is a related poem here And a Song Iris was featured in M.I.A Featured in Paintings Modern and Beyond The poem is here now: And now I wonder what ever happened / How did we end this way? / What could I have done differently? / Would you have made different choices? Before you were ever born I loved you / And I cherished you as you grew / We danced and played and sang and / I spent so much time away working / so much time spent in the downward spiral I loved to watch you-the funniest things you would do / I loved to watch you-how you grew, how very smart you were / I loved to watch you-in the becoming you shew so much promise / I loved to stare into your eyes-to study the iris / Of first your right and then your left eyes / You have always known how to make me cry And now I wonder what I ever did / That made all of this just happen / Could I have made different choices? / Would you have done anything differently? Before you were born I was a mad man / I Was proud I was pompous and arrogant / I sang and laughed and danced and / I spent so much time waiting for you to come out / (I loved the baby inside the mama!) / So much time dripping by like condensate of misty fog I loved to watch you-the funniest things you would do / I loved to watch you-how you grew, how very smart you were / I loved to watch you-in the becoming you shew so much promise / I loved to stare into your eyes-to study the iris / Of first your right and then your left eyes / You have always known how to cut into me And now I know that all I’ve ever done / Was to make you need to run / The way I accepted you completely / The way you have always wanted to shock me / (Although, you should know by now that you can’t) And now I wonder how I ever let it come to be / That I would arm you, set you poised, then become the target / And watch the iris of first your right and then your left eyes / As you sink home the truth that you really don’t care / You have always known how to rip me, and you have never held it back Before you became this apparition I adored you (and I still do) / Before I became the intention of the thrust / Before, we weren’t so much different / Before. / / Yet now love, I look hard at the iris, / Of first the left / And then of the right / I see now only steely, crackly, electric intensity / And now I wonder if we’ll ever get past this point / I miss you so / I love you / Daughter!
Digital montage of me and some of my works, both paintings and digital, all wrapped up. Here am I, thinking in the abstract / Living in the concrete, set up and hardened / My mind soars, my thoughts coalesce, and art happens
Mixed media (ink, acrylic, colored pencil) on hardboard—24” x 24” Ahh, the steaming cup of Jasmine in my Lapis and Turquoise encrusted Jade tea cup.. Trumpets blare and I am reminded of how awesome it is to be alive! The odor of my tea, the flavor that is a scent dips me in remembrance of you and I so long ago – so yesterday – so right now – so my heart skips a beat.
Casting vision ‘round the table there / set so fine with napkins and finery / cups and saucers, spoons and forks / mayhap we’ll even get to use them!
Photos and digital manipulations of Apollonius fractal merged with Iris… From the iris / of first the right eye / and then the left, / I would look… / then blinked / and fifteen years / blew by too fast / but I loved you first This is a song she likes. :)
Sometimes a scream is justified, and it can last long enough to allow small dribbles of drool, and tears of blood. The heat of it licking like flames. The duration draining focus—primal intensity.
And now for something completely different… A ball rolling on the ceiling with aural traces of magnetic force…
A very different execution of digital art on my part… Clean lines curved and shining / hanging in the balance of eternity yet… / poised an octave above middle “C” / And in flight suspended ever more.
Wicker is a method of weaving, structural intent / Cloth is also woven, rather simply, much less structure but flexible / Carpets are woven, colors woven in rather than being dyed or painted / Baskets are also woven, some underwater Life is like something woven Weaving is similar to layering / over under, over under, at the simplest / Onions have layers / The earth has layers / Good lasagna has layers Life is like something with layers Art allows us to weave with layers, expressing things that may not have meaningful verbal expression…. Another Mandala :) Interwoven was featured in The Patchwork
for ANTHONY PLASTINO lll / his picture: / hope you’ll Love this Tony…... / sorry, I could not make you scary looking…..you have an aura that glows with uncomparable charisma and a kind face that radiates warmth and gentleness….. / so I thought being Santa would best suit you…. A PS CS3 work… / the other images are from stock, the textures are from CAMERON GRAY
Ink/Acrylic; 32cm X 24cm, 200lb cotton paper… / (photographed with my iPhone 3G) After a long time feeling no motivation, and traveling 1200 miles from home, I’m feeling creative again… And thinking wild thoughts has been a part of existence forever ;)
Ink/Acrylic; 32cm X 24cm; 200lb cotton
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