Possessions
140 creative works found
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After years and years of having strange people insert hands into their hind quarters, up through their guts, and into their heads in order to mockingly animate their lifeless corpses with comical movements and embarrassingly lame voices, the puppets have revolted. Infused with demonic strength, an insatiable thirst for flesh, and fueled by the need for revenge, their one and only goal is to see us all dead and they will not stop until the job is done. You can run, but they’re faster. You can hide, but they’ll find you. You can call the police, but oops…the police are already dead. Their flimsy plush arms are extensions of the devil himself and there is no escape.
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Jean M. Laffitau
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. / Ink and tea on Somerset paper / .
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On the way out to get take-aways one night I was presented with this vista. One of those glad-I-had-the-camera-in-the-boot moments.
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Part one of a diptych Ink, tea and gouache on Somerset paper / .
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/ Photographer for Hire – All Occasions – Mail Me :) / / My rules for photography and art are very simple – I like it, or I don’t… / / Thanks for visiting my folio :) / I certainly appreciate your taking time to view what I’ve been up to, and enjoy reading your comments. / / / Writings (or ramblings) / Another World / The 3rd / The 10th / Weaver / High-Flyer / The In-Between Place / The Haggard Crone / Come, Dark / Chandelier Brain / Eat Me / You’re Strange, Rick / Ever-Queen / Sleeping / The Black, White & Grey / /
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RAR! :D This is Mort. Chosen by the hand of Luicifer, himself, Mort was bestowed the duty to become the physical manifestation to the conception of the Devil’s bad conscience. Unknown to even the Master of corruption the same war foughted daily upon his shoulders raged within Mort against an envading entity that possessed his being. This possession over-powered him and pushed aside his original good nature seeing emerge an intense split personally derived from his own internal struggle between good and evil. The corruption of this entity is what attainted Mort his Devil-given duty and one can only begin to imagine what the future holds in the chaotic pits of Hell if he defeats his own demons tipping the balance of the conscience that drives the root of all evil… Color associated with this character: Black and red / Dress: His bare shiny black skin / Mode of transport: The devils shoulder. Disappears + reappears. / Favorite music: Classical symphony / Favorite saying: “RAR!” `kormyen
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Goddess woman overcome by the light. Photo based mixed medium illustration.
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I have always wanted to add a big faced, scary assed, demonically possessed horror t shirt design to the fine collection already on Red Bubble and here it is. / Swallow your Soul – dedicated to the cast of Evil Dead, especially Henrietta – ‘Who’s in my fruit cellar’?
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Jo O’Brien, location “portrait”, 2007.
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Natasha Normans artistic practise is concerned with symbolism: how society creates symbols, how symbols communicate ideas to us and why some symbols have become heirlooms that are passed down the generations. Advertising’s visual language has become a very real part of communication in our society today. Natasha uses its language to communicate abstract notions, in a sense to tap into a contemporary symbolic code and use it to evoke more archaic wisdom. You can view more of Natashas work at www.defineart.co.uk
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Taken at the new ferris wheel in Brisbane (now) last night.
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Cassa Marie with her new kitty. / I love how the camera can capture different expressions moment to moment and how they contrast so sharply with one another. / Then, of course the treatment can change the mood and define it even further.. Is Photography and the moment it freezes real or an illusion?
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/6266450/ / (Please do not repost this on Photobucket or Flickr!) / —-—-—-—-——- I sat upon a promontory, / And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin’s back, / Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, / That the rude sea grew civil at her song; / And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, / To hear the sea-maid’s music. / – William Shakespeare (This was something I uploaded previously – but had not added it for sale. Now it is! Thanks all!)
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This profound quotation is commonly called St. Teresa’s Bookmark as it was found tucked into one of the great saint’s books. St. Teresa of Avila was a Carmelite nun who lived in Spain and was a great mystic and prolific spiritual writer. I created this image today for three people: for Barbara and Jerry, my mother’s neighbors who lost their home in a fire yesterday. All of their worldly possessions were destroyed in about thirty minutes. Barbara ran out of the house with her purse, her robe and house slippers, and the cup of coffee she was holding when smoke billowed everywhere. The other person I created this for is a friend, Brenda, who emailed me to say she was feeling low and needed a word of encouragement. I thought that these three people who are deeply troubled would be comforted by these words of enduring wisdom and truth. Maybe someone else needs to hear them, too. God help us all to remember that he alone suffices and he alone is unchanging and dependable.
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Original digital photograph. / Taken with a Sony Full HD 1080 Cyber Shot camera. / My Fine Art and Photography Studio is located in Mesquite, Nevada. Thank You for viewing my art. VIEW susan’sgallery / VIEW susan’szazzle /
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Part two of a diptych Ink, tea and gouache on Somerset paper / .
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I saw these reflections one night near the Meatpacking District of New York City. It reminds me of a woman who is ‘lost in love’...nothing matters during her hypnotic love for the new ONE in her life.
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I can’t see nobody (I love the Nina Simone remix) I walk the lonely streets; I watch the people passing by. / I used to smile and say hello. Guess I was just a happy guy. / Then you happened,girl, this feeling that posesses me. / I just can’t move myself. I guess it all just had to be. I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. I used to have a brain; I used to think of many things. / I watched the falling rain and listened to the sweet birds sing. / Don’t ask me why, little girl. I love you and that’s all I can say. / You’re ev’ry ,ev’ry breath I take.You are my nights; my night and day. I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. Every single word you hear…is coming from this heart of mine. / I never felt like this before…a love like yours so young and fine. / And now as I try to forget you…it doesn’t work out any way. / I loved you such a long time ago…but in my eyes you’ll always be. / Every single word you hear…is coming from this heart of mine. / I loved you such a long time ago…don’t know why… / And I don’t know why…baby… I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. I can’t see nobody…no, I can’t see nobody. / My eyes can only look at you…you. [Creative Effects: Contrast/Brightness, Shadow adjustments, Omni Spotlight with Photoshop] Tweed Heads, February 2009.
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Something scary I came up with while doing a tutorial on blues
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A mixed media sketch I did when I was 19, still figuring out what mediums I liked to use…
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