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I made this with a fineliner and a piece of paper. It’s possible it’s a breach of copyright even though I always write in shapes. If I disappear it’s because a shoe corporation has eaten me for breakfast. Here’s a detail, and below I’ve written out the text because I’m in a good mood. What happened to the days when we only replaced things that were broken, beyond repair? Where does our desire to replace new with newer stem from? How are we so easily convinced that our lives are barely worth living with those extra inches of plasma, that additional megapixel, or another twenty gigabytes of space in which to store the remnants of our increasingly digital lives? To bastardise Victor Papanek, what is this vicious, unhealthy desire to consistently spend money we don’t have on things we don’t need in order to impress others that don’t care? How can we let multi million dollar corporations sell our individuality back to us through a mass produced, sweat shop constructed pieces of apparel? Have we found total freedom or absolute disconnect? / Answers on a postcard to the usual address.
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Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
by Maxwell Edward“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…
“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”
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A ponderous moment.
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Introducing - The Poetry & Prose - Questions & Meanings Group
by Suzanne GermanHello and welcome to all Red Bubblers in this group! I am really excited about reading, exploring and debating artistic pieces of work…
Hello and welcome to all Red Bubblers in this group! I am really excited about reading, exploring and debating artistic pieces of work that are so typical of so many talented writers on RB. A couple of rules: (1) Let’s try to keep it to 1-2 downloads per person on a daily basis to allow the work to be viewed and not flood the group page please. / (2) No stories please these are welcomed at Damien’s group – ‘Spherical Spheres’ / (3) Have fun and be as creative as you like / (4) When commenting or feeding back remember to be sensitive – artists are sensitive people! / (5) Any queries about the group – send me a Bubblemail and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Here’s to an unfolding magical journey of creativity and the inspiration that comes with being part of such a wonderful group of people! Enjoy! / Suzanne
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Vic
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A recent charcoal diptych..
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I am more / than the sum of these wounds, / though they threaten to engulf me. / Yet sometimes, the wounds seem greater than I, / and they drag me back into / the raw and ragged edges of memory, / where pain casts a dark shadow beside me. / Within me the hands of fate have carved / a well so deep that at times there seems / NO way out, / and I claw the walls with bleeding hands and cry for release. Is this all I am? / Is this the meaning to my existence? / Is this what I came here for? Deep within I hear the whisper that tells me to look, / there IS more. / This self same well that struggles to contain my sorrow and incubate my fears, is the same vessel that would hold all my love, / even all the love of this world, / and emanate an effervescent light of joy from its depths. / Yet I pass through it without realizing I have been a prisoner / of my own choosing. How doggedly we hollow out this well, and fill ourselves with what we know, or think we do, / how blindly we allow it to define who we are, / and sound out the rhythm of our being…. / but as deep as the pain cuts darkly, / and the wound gouges out a hollow so black, / so much deeper is that place within that might burst with love and joy, an empty space resounding with potential / and the promise of healing and truth. / IF only we could realize we are more, / than that which we let overwhelm us. I was walking through the forest and saw a red glow ahead of me in the shadows….. there was a bright red circle on a fallen tree and it drew me to it. I could not believe how bright this red wound was, on this tree, a gaping, raw, bloody hole, and it made me weep inside for all living things. This is the sight, the image, that made me think more about my own woundedness, and perhaps the wounds that we all carry and too often lose ourselves in. /
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Title selected from the subjects in my spam folder….... / SPAM PHOTOS / NEW ZEALAND / FROGS / LENSBABY / INFRARED / BEACH / INDUSTRIAL / PANORAMAS / LANDSCAPES
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question everything… / OR nothing…whatever makes you happy! :)
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I happened upon this butterfly in the woods one day and knew it was different from the common ones I normally see. Audubon’s Field Guide to Insects and Spiders revealed it was a Question Mark Butterfly, so named because of a marking that looks similar to that punctuation mark on the backside of its wings. I removed the original background using PS and added this orange shimmer to accentuate the lovely color of this unusual butterfly.
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Does anyone want to hear me scream… hear me shout? / What is life really all about? / I have no answer…no clue… / What the hell am I supposed to do? / Be sweet and kind, kissed everyone’s behind. / Do the right thing / Be trustworthy and true? / I still do it and end up so blue / Blue, sad and sick of it all / Like a leaf as it drops to the ground in the fall. / Just don’t know where to land / By myself or in someone else’s hand. / God, I know you’re there so show me where to land / plant my feet solid to the ground / and then again my love can again be found. I am not a poet so please don’t grade me on this one. Oh, and I am not depressed. Life does go on.
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Yep, says it all, especially in this day and age. It seems our rights and liberties are under attack….many photographers these days face stiff questioning from authorities whom have actually no right to do so, in asking us what it is we are photographing, for whom, and why we are. We are stopped, looked at, observed, harassed, detained, questioned, arrested, cited for laws which don’t exist, when all we want to do is capture something we see beautiful. All because many of us are thought to be terrorists….now you can show em exactly what ya think with this shirt!
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I just couldn’t help getting another one of these sunrises in from Hutchinson Island, Florida without feeling it would have been a waste….LOL
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WHAT SELLS- 2 questions
by Jienn HeibloemI would like everyones opinion about / 1- what sells- is it a view that makes a serene or emotive statement about the landscape? Is it …
I would like everyones opinion about / 1- what sells- is it a view that makes a serene or emotive statement about the landscape? Is it a visual diorama unique and vibrant, or equally a quaint digital impression of paint strokes or a vector creation in line and tone? or maybe its something else? / lets not be vague here and say its in the eyes of the buyer- lets try and be specific…..can we ? / AND question 2- / How do you gauge the quality of your work in view to its saleability? / might it be about the content, the attention to the digital reproduction, the composition, whether it has a contemporary appeal,......is it just luck to find a buyer, or is it about exposure, in this case internet exposure, or in view of the proposed exhibition coming up, exhibition exposure???? / I would like to hear from the people who have bought work here and the people who have sold something, and everyone elses’ opinion especially those experienced in marketing. / I look forward to our discussion… / xxJiennxx
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Was down by the lake shooting reflections when I looked up and saw this !!!! This is an unedited photo….no photoshop etc !!! Published in the “Cambridge Edition” An omen?? A sign? Who knows…. ©2008 Globalphotos All rights reserved. / All photographs, text and images by Globalphotos are the exclusive property of Globalphotos – protected under Australian and international copyright laws. / These images may not be reproduced, copied or manipulated without written permission. / No use for Public Domain. / Use of any image for another photographic concept or illustration is a violation of copyright. . /
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this is a thshirt i designed for my sister. the original had her name down the bottom. the words are a little hard to read so here they are… hope, dream, love, pray, live, feel, dance, listen, think, question, give create, see.
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Early reflections on a lake where a wood log is standing
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There are two types of people who come into this world…. those who while here, seek to take as much as they can…. and those who while here, seek to give as much as they can…. For whom do the tears from heaven fall? Who hold the riches and who are the losers? . / . / . / . (Just a note …. / I would like to acknowldege Captain Mike for his contribution to this image! / Wherever you are in the world Mike, safe flight and thank you !)
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The things he see’s…. / The things he says…. / The things he hears… / The voices in his head… / Do these make him alive? / Or Do they drive him to exsist? Lisa C. Weber ©2007 / . / / . / Lisa C. Weber ©2007 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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Vector Artwork
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Please, someone draw the line for me
by Jo O'BrienI’m yet again back on on here looking for some answers after being asked to remove stuff again. I just can’t seem to get it right. Please…
I’m yet again back on on here looking for some answers after being asked to remove stuff again. I just can’t seem to get it right. Please don’t get me wrong- I don’t want to offend anyone but I’m actually finding it quite difficult to get the right balance. In the past I’ve put up work I think is tasteful or subtle or that has a lot of artistic merit and been suggested to remove it. I put up stuff today that this very afternoon was viewed and commented on by primary school children with their mother present and yet I post it on here and got emails from two people about it’s appropriateness. I’m at the point where if I get one inappropriate comment from someone I freak out that I shouldn’t have posted it. HEEELLLP! I guess what I’m finding so upsetting is that I seem to be unable to predict what is going to upset people. If that is the case, I need some sort of guidelines to work against. I’m also probably extra sensitive about taking stuff down- I’ve never been ‘told to’ but if someone says that it’s concerning them, of course I remove it straight away. I don’t think I’ve ever posted anything “disturbing” and certainly nothing violent. And as I said before, artwork that a mother happily showed her primary aged school children this afternoon caused a problem when I posted them this evening. I just can’t win. It’s really upsetting. I’m basically not going to upload any more work with a person in it until there is some sort of decision about this. I’m not prepared to keep risking it. Can anyone offer some solid suggestions on what you would consider “too much” for a public site because this is starting to get too hard for me. I’m probably coming across as irrational or melodramatic but it’s starting to really upset me that I keep upsetting other people. That’s the last thing I want to do.
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A rose is but a rose…but what is a rose on a celestial level…the universe is ever eternal….and a rose is but a rose or is it….could it be that we are all one piece of the eternal and all that we know is nothing but a heart beats moment in time…. (just a little glance into my frame of mind) A celestial goddess in deep contemplation….what is life…where did conscious awareness spring from… are we but specks of dust….the cosmos hold the key to the questions…
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