Radiance
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Dawn at Garie Beach, Royal National Park just south of Sydney, Australia. A seagull very obligingly flew into shot as I was taking this. Can you spot the silhouetted fishermen? / I’m lucky enough to live in one of the most beautiful landscapes I’ve ever seen – it’s only a little national park (14,000 ha) but the variety of stuff to photograph is simply endlessly inspiring. Taken on the same magic morning as Light’s Flight: / /
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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or also known as ‘I always knew I was special’, or ‘you can bow down now’, LOL! / Still on the dam, in a moment of calm. A little bit more playing in Photoshop. Her Highness just gave me her own opinion of this image – ‘It’s dumb, I like the other one’, LOL! And after I’d been so nice about her drawings too…! :)
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Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance. / by Morgan Freeman / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-
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A tranquil sunrise at Wattamolla, Royal National Park just south of Sydney. / People have asked me how I got the radiant effect from the sun. Simple – just pointed the camera at it lol. The flare comes from the sun’s’ rays hitting the lens at nearly 90 degrees and then the blades of the aperture diaphragm inside the camera splitting it up. Least that’s what I’ve been told so if anyone has a better explanation I’d love to hear it. If you like this one you might like to check out a bigger Radiance:
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Experimenting with low Aperture, also tried to create a pastel feel. Thanks to CJ Hummel for the title… :-) Photo Information: / 29th August 2008 EF-S 60mm f/2.8 Macro USM / Focal Length: 60.0mm Aperture: 2.8 / Shutter: 1/400 / ISO: 100 Processing CS3 / Virtual Photographer … Character … 12% / Virtual Photographer … Radiant … 10% / Neat Image to clean and Blurred background Galleries / /
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Pretty fuschia from my nanas garden :)
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OK…this is a complete experiment…a combination of 2 images – one infrared the other not. I’m trying to learn how to do layers in Photoshop Elements 0.4 Not sure if I have the hang of it yet!! Advice is more than welcome. / / / /
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Thanks for Looking = )
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I’ve been playing with this one….. just a bit! lol / I’d like to know your thoughts. There’s no one here to ask!. / / / / / /
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There is an abundance of creative energy available to you at this time. You may experience this on a physical level, as energy returns to your body and your stamina or drive increases. You may be feeling renewed and discover that you have a desire to do new things or take a new interest in projects that you have have avoided or neglected recently. On an emotional level you could well experience a sense of upliftment and release after a period of sadness or pain and feel your natural resilience re -emerging from within you. There is a great deal of joy to be found in the process of living and that joy is abundantly available to you now. / You may find yourself becoming the centre of attention for a while and this is appropriate for your development. Now is not a time to retreat from the world, succumb to modesty or hide your light. At the moment it is essential that you be seen. Success comes to you from being visible and available. Your presence is both inspiring to others and instrumental in furthering your own evolution. Your charismatic power is strong and you need to make the most of it. You may find that you have the gift of being in the right place at the right time as new doors being to open up for you. / You are becoming a central pivot and lives of others revolve around you. Your presence gives other people a reason to socialise or work together on a project that will benefit everyone. Let yourself emerge from past fears and self -doubt, and allow your radiance to bring to you the rewards and pleasures you deserve. Music – Images De Reves / For Tammy Dedicated to Tammy – painted with My Spirit Guides – With healing thoughts and love from the Sparrows and your 100,000 Angels. 22 September 2008
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This image belongs to the wonderful and talented thelightseeker / I was inspired by the image more than words could ever say but I did write a few… / My lovely friend has added these words to his image and we want to share with you now. Here is the original image Tempo di Vendemmia I
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/ Dolphin Dance – original available / from the Beach and Friends Series by Karin Taylor / The original painting is mixed media on canvas textured paper Dolphin Dancer is a radiant native girl in her grass skirt doing a special hula improvisation with ukelele strapped to her back (for a later session by the fire on the beach with friends) ...she wears hibiscus in her hair, and dances on dusk, calling for dolphins to come in to the shore and play, a dragonfly hovers nearby….she wears a lai of island flowers about her neck and her movements are soft, sweet and subtle, as the dolphins draw nearer and nearer with each wave rolling in ...the surf a midnight blue under the starlit sky, the air kisses her skin softly and all is well in the cosmos
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As I stood watching her bathe in the afternoon sunlight, her beauty washed over me, filling the world with colour and lifting every spirit in my body… This is the stuff of dreams, I thought. Things that you only read about in books…
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Sun rays crossing a misty forest photographed in an early autumn morning. Another image from the same series: /
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I’m colourblind. I’ll admit it. But this was named because even I can see it’s bright as ‘all get out.’ It may have hooked me up with a local buyer for a few pieces of my work for decorating a restaurant. This is from the “hearts of flowers” series.
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The radiance of a sunrise is reflected by this beautiful rock formation.
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A moment
by Michael AlesichIf only this moment / lasted a lifetime
A poem I wrote for 2 friends of mine and myself on the great times we have and the situations we just don’t want to leave This is my favourite poem of all that I have written, I do hope you enjoy it.
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“Every morning my pretty Hibiscus greets me offering a new regal flower unfurling. Almost every day the flower is of a sheer fuchsia colour. Once in a while, a flower blooms in a delicate shade of yellow. / / Taking a closer look at this flower, I noticed a visitor quietly sitting in it and embracing it wholy. The long and thin legs touched the petals delicately and remained motionless when I approached. The morning sun rays revealed a Daddy-long-legs comfortably stationed. / / The breeze made the flower quiver. The light played through the yellow petals; it was warm an inviting. The cosy spot made this delicate visitor remain long, adding its beauty to the morning greeting” / / / / / Artist statement / My photographs are not enhanced; they represent the true nature and colours of the subjects as captured by the lens. I never lure my animated subjects to come close to me: spontaneity is the key. / / This is an original uncropped image. / / =============================================== / All proceeds from the sales of this image will be donated to: / / Massachusetts Natural Heritage and Endangered Species Program
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Please click on this link if you with to PURCHASE THIS AS A CARD THIS IS A PRINT ONLY VERSION THIS PIECE IS AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE AS A: / • Canvas Print / • Framed Print / • Laminated Print / • Matted Print / • Mounted Print / • Poster
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The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. / John 1:5 (NLT)
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Glasgow Cathedral during Radiance Festival of Light 2007. The cathedral was transformed into a massive animated light mural portraying the city as interpreted by French artist Xavier de Richmond. The statue in the foreground is of David Livingstone, the famous 19th century doctor, missionary, explorer and humanitarian.
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That feeling when all the conditions gel, the light the shadows its what makes us see the world in a different light isnt it ? Location: Mona Vale Headland, Sydney , Australia / Gear: Sigma 10-20mm lens, Nikon D300, no filters / Software : Nikon Capture NX / Enhancements: slight shapening only / Best view LARGER
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