The phone rings. Ignore it. Focus on the task at hand. Must get the job done. Focus. Incessant noise, why don’t people leave me alone! Fi…
The phone rings. Ignore it. Focus on the task at hand. Must get the job done. Focus. Incessant noise, why don’t people leave me alone! Fingers back to the keyboard, eyes to the monitor, thoughts back to the topic. Unleashed. Write a story. Unleashed. What can I write about… / / And that annoying phone sound comes back . Piercing thought process, breaking the barrier and invading creative head space. I grunt just slightly, look over at the offending noisemaker. No. Go away. Leave me in peace. Ring back. . / / Silent conversation with a person on the other end of the unanswered call. / / Go away. / / Leave me alone. / / Focus. / / Unleashed. A letting go. An act of freedom. / / Reach for a smoke. Sip of coffee. Sit back and relax. Somehow the exhale of the smoke allows a feeling of peace. Imaginary of course. Denial of self damage. I should quit. Guilt invades for a moment. Shouldn’t hurt my body. / / The smoke is forming vague patterns. Interesting. Unleashed. Smoke unleashed.>Mmmm an idea perhaps? And a ringing pierces the unfinished thought. / / The phone. / / Again. / / Getting angry now. / / LEAVE ME ALONE!! I scream silently at the persistent one. / / It keeps going. I stand up, giving in to answering just to cease the constant interruption. Guess it might be urgent, whoever that is has rung a few times now. / / I am beyond irritated. / / Whoever this is had better have a good excuse to interrupt my creative time!. / / Hello? Politeness not considered, I almost scream into the handset. / Good evening Sir, I am calling on behalf of a company who…. / / Who are you? I’m angry now. A salesperson? . / / Sir, I’m just wondering if I could have a few…. / / You can have a few of my swearwords you inconsiderate leech of time, how dare you interrupt me in the middle of my work!. / / Sorry Sir. / / Sorry crap you’re sorry, don’t ever ring me back!. / / Slam. Hurts my hand but I don’t care. Indignantly I continue the conversation to the invisible salesperson. . / / A monologue of anger and abuse combined with vigorous pacing round an imaginary enemy.. / / How dare you interrupt me,do you realize how important it is to me to enter this competition? Do you have ANY idea how long it has taken me to sit down at a quiet peaceful time, in the right frame of mind to start even thinking about the topic? You self centred, uncaring bastard! Frustration and anger exploding now. . / / No holding back. . / / Unleashed as it were. . / / But that ironic connection fails me. . / / Anger has taken over. No rationale, no creativity, no focussed thoughts.. / / I swing my arm into the air, fully intending to smash the table. . / / Ouch. Fist collides with timber. That hurt. Hurt a lot. Settle down.. / / Focus. / / I sit, leg twitching up and down with nervous enegy.. / / Frown at the monitor.. / / People invading my precious creative time. How dare they.. / / Head hurts.. / / Need panadol now.. / / Oh forget it.. / / Just can’t think now. Unleashed. Could have written a nice piece had that person not interrupted me. Could have entered something decent. / Can’t do it now. Won’t be able to concentrate. Motivation’s gone.. / / Unleashed. / / Forget it. I’ll go and unleash some energy and go for a walk.. / / There will be other competitions I guess. / I get up.. / / The computer screen stares at me with one word.. / / Unleashed.. / / There is my entry. I stare at it for a moment. . / / Unleash myself of the need to write an entry. Right. Let’s go out.. / / Unleashed I exit the room. . / / And leave behind one lonely word on a silent screen.. / / Unleashed.
Art Rage This piece of art was viewed at the Art Rage Exhibition in Inveresk. This piece of art is very appealing and caught my atten…
Art Rage This piece of art was viewed at the Art Rage Exhibition in Inveresk. This piece of art is very appealing and caught my attention. The untitled piece is very simple, yet conveys are very powerful message through the medium of photography. The photograph is in the setting of an abandon tattered room. The rundown room is very basic consisting of a fire place, a window and chandelier. The photograph has two models. The first is a women sitting in the corner on a chair. The other is a younger girl. The younger girl is faded to create a ‘ghostly’ figure. In the series of photographs the women remains seated in her chair. The young girl approaches her in the 3 shots. As she approaches the woman, the woman’s head slightly turns in her direction. The photographs are all A4 size. The size of the image suits the setting of the photograph. The actual photographs are no very complex, which creates the photograph to clear and accurate. Furthermore the space in the photograph gives room for the ‘ghostly’ figure to approach the women sitting the corner of the room. The series of photographs are all greyscale. There are many reasons for this. The first reason being to create an old fashion look, the models compliment this also by wearing old styled clothes. Another reason for the use of grey scale is to create a dullness or bluntness of the photograph. The final reason being more technical technique, you can tell by looking at the photograph that behind greyscale there are many different tones and colours. By using grey scale the tones are evened out are creates more focus on the photograph. The messages conveyed through the art piece are powerful. There are many different ideas, issues and messages in the photography. The first being depression. The women in the chair look as if she is depressed. The photographs represent her as the photo is dull, empty and gloomy. Depression in today’s society is a major issue. Photography by Cindy Sherman is closely related to *. Cindy Sherman bases her photography on a variety of issues of the modern world, especially the role of women and their issues. Another issue presented in the piece is insecurity. The woman the chair looks insecure by the positioning of the models. She looks as if the approaching ‘ghostly’ figure is a deceased younger sister or daughter. The woman in the chair looks as if she is uncomfortable by the figure. The setting of the photograph gives a dull vibe. The building is old and in bad condition. There is paint peeling off the walls, wrecked floor boards and generally looks old. The room is represents emptiness with nothing but a chair and two models. The room which the photo was taken in makes the model look trapped as she is positioned in the corner and there is no exit or door in the photograph. The building which the photographs were taken gives a dramatic and disturbing touch.
I sent the second letter last night / and finally today despite the public holiday the phone rang / I had been expecting this call for two…
I sent the second letter last night / and finally today despite the public holiday the phone rang / I had been expecting this call for two weeks, / and everyday that passed the more anger had bottled inside me, / I spoke very calmly listening to their side of the story, / I am tired of getting the brush off! / Then before I knew it The Human Volcano Errupted / spewing abuse and vulgarities down the phone, / I even threatened them with a baseball bat. / I was just protecting my son. / What is it that makes me go off like that? Hell hath no fury life a women without childcare!
I won’t honour it by saying the worst flick of all time. As anyone who shelled out hard-earnt bucks and a few irretrieveable hours of the…
I won’t honour it by saying the worst flick of all time. As anyone who shelled out hard-earnt bucks and a few irretrieveable hours of their life will know, VH doesn’t merit that honour, dubious as it may be. / For those who didn’t fall into the trap, Hugh Jackman starred as the vampire-killer Van Helsing who finally defeats his arch-nemesis by – wait for it – allowing himself to be bitten by a werewolf. thereby becoming a werewolf himself and… aaah, screw it. Screw the plot. Screw the storyline. Why not? The people who made this clunky piece of junk had that up on the wall somewhere, I’m sure of it. / There was a moment near the start of the film, just before the odour of filmic turd began to seep throughout the cinema, when I thought there was a real prospect of a genuinely intriguing development. Van Helsing, y’see, is a man of mystery even unto himself: a man without a past. Someone asks him rather irritably “Don’t you remember anything?” and he replies that he remembers the siege of Masada. Aha, I thought. Van Helsing is The Wandering Jew. Now that could have been a flick worth my twelve bucks. Sadly, this was the film’s one and only fleeting exhibition of near-intelligence. After that we had lady vampires tucking into villagers in broad daylight when the sun went behind the clouds (WTF?????) David Wenham putting on another of his silly voices, and Kate Beckinsale sporting very sexy black boots and a ridiculous accent. / There was something truly repellent in the cynical way that the story thumbed its nose at the established conventions of the horror genre. Basic motivation: if it gives us a chance to throw in a few more effects, we’ll do it. And, then, at the end of this forty-foot-wide vomit pizza, we’re supposed to CARE? Van H gets cured of his werewolfdom after he downs Drac but loses the girl? You want tears for that? FOAD. / Stephen Sommers directed this, and as I recall was credited with the scriptwriting as well. Bastard. Dracula 2000 was no classic either, but it at least added an interesting twist on an old tale. Van Helsing didn’t twist anything except the audience’s guts. Sommers ought to be rigged with electrodes that deliver twenty thousand volts to the wedding tackle any time he gets within ten miles of a movie set. Too late, though, he’s already making another Mummy sequel I hear. I look forward to adding the DVD to my collection of drink coasters. / Damn, this movie pissed me off.
Dear Artists, Can anyone help me? / I am starting to get upset that most of the “ART” I view comes from MACHINES. Cameras. YES, as I sa…
Dear Artists, Can anyone help me? / I am starting to get upset that most of the “ART” I view comes from MACHINES. Cameras. YES, as I said before, I respect a good photographer, but everyone that owns a camera, including myself, this does not an artist make. / / Because of this, I occassionally feel resentful that the photos get so much attention and applause, while an original creation gets much less. How do YOU feel about this? Handle it? Ignore it? / Is it just me? Am I wrong? Or have I been on the computer way too much as hubby just suggested! Ha! / / A sincere Thank you to all who respond, whether you agree with me or not. -joni, the loud mouth American!
Ever find yourself containing a massive amount of anger, that necessity of screaming, breaking things, tearing the entire frigging buildi…
Ever find yourself containing a massive amount of anger, that necessity of screaming, breaking things, tearing the entire frigging building? I do. Almost everyday, particularly during mornings and the night. Oh, but if you actually show you are angry then you are bipolar, mentally retarded or just insane. Fine. Nice. It’s now banned for life to be angry. I beg to differ. Everyone gets angry. Everyone has bad days and certainly I have the f-— right of being angry when and wherever the hell I want. Don’t say “yes” when you wanted to say “no”. It’s just I had the lamest month ever (yes, that includes Christmas and New Year) and having to stand my father ordering me around and bombarding me on how I don’t have any aims or objectives or how I don’t seem to want to grow here (here = my country) and pretend that the solution is an airport (??!!), or how writing is futile (I already realised this when I started my career, hence why I prefer to work as an editor at least, mind you) Anyway, after over 23 days standing that daily pseudo-routine, the very first day he goes back to work is also the very first day I practically get annoyed from all fronts. How nice to wake up with your neighbour screaming and kicking her poor cat (she does it every morning oh, but seems she has the right to scream because she’s officially insane), not so long after phone rings, people ring at our door, my annoying aunt comes uninvited five minutes later along with the postman. I mean why all the crap happens all at the same time without zero response time? It makes me want to rip my hairs and scream. I had to console myself with some chair and door kicking but at my mood I could’ve seriously punched and demolished a wall (and we have a thin wall I could’ve destroyed) Between uninvited and annoying guests (and she keeps doing this no matter how many times we told her not to f-—- come by during mornings, the busiest time, plus she’s the type of person that always see the glass half-empty), mad people shouting at cats and the plutonian writer’s block I have (notice that, with time, I kept sending this block to outer orbits) I could hardly do anything in those 23 days. No work progress (and I have to finish something before February kicks in), no study at all and, obviously, zero writing. One page in 23 days. I’m appalled at the amount of times I got interrupted while trying to weave a paragraph and how, when I’m ranting like this NOBODY COMES TO BOTHER ME. Oh, the irony. Anyway, might stop now. Perhaps I can make haste and see if I can actually write something before they decided to screw everything up. Yes, I’m so fed up.
I was out the other day and I saw one of those massive gas guzzling H2 Hummers drive past. Ok I thought it was pretty impressive but then…
I was out the other day and I saw one of those massive gas guzzling H2 Hummers drive past. Ok I thought it was pretty impressive but then IT happened. The dirtbags littered out the back window. ASSHOLES!!!! / Ok I feel better now.
Ok the other day I was driving home through my suburb when I spotted something shimmering on the street. It was a blue tongue lizard. For…
Ok the other day I was driving home through my suburb when I spotted something shimmering on the street. It was a blue tongue lizard. For those not from Australia, they are a beautiful, slow moving, largish skink that actually does have a blue tongue. (look them up on youtube if you don’t believe me). Anyway I drove by the litte fella and it occured to me to turn back and put the little guy onto the footpath before an accident happened. I know! I know! what a big push over I am for native animals. There wasn’t any traffic so I thought I could be quick. I turned the car around pulled to the curb and was starting to get out when all of a sudden a white van came speeding around the corner. My heart started beating faster by now as I opened my door. (Ok close your eyes before reading any further if your a bit squeamish). The van sped up and I swear swurved at the poor little lizard. He was killed instantly. Completely squashed the life from him with a splat no less. I was shocked and furious. There was nothing I could do about it. I wasn’t quick enough. Some drivers are TOTAL ASSHOLES!!!. I even think that the driver had and inkling as to why I was pulled over. I didn’t get the number of that van either.
The animal that best represents my neighborhood is a Pit Bull dog. It’s big and heavy, black soft fur, dark eyes, 4 strong legs, shar…
The animal that best represents my neighborhood is a Pit Bull dog. It’s big and heavy, black soft fur, dark eyes, 4 strong legs, sharp teeth and a drooling mouth just waiting to eat his meal. His name is Taz. / Taz is a trained dog. He will listen to his owner and obey everything his owner tells him to do. When you look at Taz he will scare you with his vicious fierced eyes, he is dangerous to the public especially if he doesn’t know you, if you do a wrong move he will attack. He is a great guard dog for the neighborhood. / I fear Taz. I had a bad experience when I was a toddler maybe I was around four or five years old, my uncle had a big dog I don’t remember his name, we were at a party at my uncle’s home and this dog ran to me and put his big, sharp dog nails palms on my shoulder, I screamed and cried out for my mother and she came to my rescue hey! Come on I was 5 and it’s head was bigger then my torso ,but unfortunately taz life came tro an end he was shot several times in the face by some of the 65 village philp Mitchell boy’s ,rest my nigga Taz.
I am not too sure how widely known this is (for all I know this could be old news) but I was playing around on my computer today and came…
I am not too sure how widely known this is (for all I know this could be old news) but I was playing around on my computer today and came across an old friend I hadn’t used for ages called Art Rage. Art Rage is a digital painting program and I think there would be hundreds of Redbubblers who would create some pretty amazing stuff using the program. It’s very easy to use and best of all you can download a free version. On top of that, the full version only costs $25US. You can get some really realistic painting effects. It’s especially good if your just starting using painting software. Anyway, I recommend having a look :) http://www.ambientdesign.com/ Cheers guys! Shan
My pastel picture Mountain Lions Rage / !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/art/border:blackwithdetail/product:laminated-print/size:medium…
My pastel picture Mountain Lions Rage / / has been featured by the Endangered Species Group, thank you so much I am delighted that you like it,dawnx
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Oh WOW WOW WOW!!! My photo ‘The Beast’ won the challenge ‘RAGE’ in the group ‘Mood & Ambience’!! I’m so excited!! Thanks to everyone tha…
Oh WOW WOW WOW!!! My photo ‘The Beast’ won the challenge ‘RAGE’ in the group ‘Mood & Ambience’!! I’m so excited!! Thanks to everyone that voted for this image!!
For anyone who missed my earlier post… LittleHelen and I want to invite you to come jo…
For anyone who missed my earlier post… LittleHelen and I want to invite you to come join a special new little redbubble group called Pleasure and Pain. We seek to build a creative outlet for mankinds most intense emotions. Real. Raw. Intense. Pleasure (happiness, laughter, ecstacy, love and lust) and Pain (grief, hurt and love). We want artists, photographers and writers who can take a piece of themselves, literally…figuratively…and lay it bare for all to see. Come join us…won’t you? For those brave enough…click here
kb, kathy boui. you have been an amazing model for us. / your emotions screaming out in your photos / happy, sad , glad , mad, in raged…a…
kb, kathy boui. you have been an amazing model for us. / your emotions screaming out in your photos / happy, sad , glad , mad, in raged…all with such perfection as the look of “pride”. / the camera lens found you within your skin.. and such amazing photos occurred. / your “primal scream” photo featured in over 6 i believe different groups! / the “yakusa” series you became the killer ohrii ishi, the female vixen with a deadly thurst.” / how well the look was conveyed by you. the image in my mind at first might have been “a bloody rage’. but when in wardrobe. there was no need. you became the vixen soo deadly.. / not a drop of blood was needed the “yakusa” was in place..perfect ..kb. / “mother earth” series and the “pride” series…..another turn with you. envy translated to beauty in you -hence my theme the envy of mother earth, for your beauty was flawless and regal , and earth should be our pride and joy. and you as the goddess of mother earth was perfectly seen. it was envy of your vision not the envy in you the sin. / “pride” kathy could not have been more perfectly cast, you hand an unattainable look of superiority and grace the emanated and glowed the word “pride” in the pics. / the tat series with you. stunning kathy, in my mind when i say the photos,i thought of the “yakusa”, her dangerous theme under her dress (sorry me!) / perfect again! / and the jean series..not a one who has commented on “definition”, “happy” or “the fit and feel” see nothing less than what i see utter elegance, poise and beauty. / there has not been a series we /or i have shot with you that has not been featured. i hope i showed you how much, i appreciated your dedication and work with us. / i hope i did not drive you over the brink, if i did in not one photo was it ever seen. / you were professional in every way / and i do not think there will every be enough words to express how wounderful it was to shoot with you. / its your time have fun and be seen , my recommendation will always be there, no matter where i am.know that, and know if you ever get the chance, i wouldlove the op again. / thank you kathy / from -chappel
That’s my prediction. Set up our calendars now , and within the next f…
That’s my prediction. Set up our calendars now , and within the next few months (if not sooner, and I hope it is), Redbubble will start converting them to the 2010 months. We can make it happen. Yes, we can! Why am I saying this? Calendars make fantastic Christmas gifts! / So I want Redbubble to make the change NOW. My clients and I need to be able to purchase long before Christmas, thus being able to post/deliver to the recipient. I have started promoting calendars already, so I eagerly (and patiently) await the format-change to our calendars!
Yet another person has purchased my green calenda…
Yet another person has purchased my green calendar today!
Just walked through the door after running a quick errand. Half way home I was stopped at a light that soon turned green. Had to turn lef…
Just walked through the door after running a quick errand. Half way home I was stopped at a light that soon turned green. Had to turn left. Waited my turn to go left. Turned left only to hear the LOUD and LONG horn blowing from some unknown car behind me in the intersection. I looked around, wondering who was freaking out with such aggressive horn action to no avail. Continued driving on only to be met with a nasty woman in the passenger seat of said vehicle, rolling down her window and screeching venomously at me, “GET OFF THE ROOOOAAAAAAAD!!!” Of course, they then hit the gas and drove recklessly away. Why? Why was that necessary? I was minding my own business. I was driving appropriately. I was doing nothing that warranted such an ugly reaction from some complete stranger. I don’t know why, but it really rattled me. Saddened me, too. I’m sure they were just nuts. Or on drugs. Or both. But, my logical side that knows all that tends to be overshadowed by the sensitive side that can’t figure out how some people can lash out so violently for NO REASON. I could never do that. Why do they think they should behave that way to others? OK, I’m done now. Had to get it out. Let it go. Thanks for listening, if you’re still reading at this point! / :) Me
Drinking too much, / Living too much, / Saying too much, / Finding too much, / Knowing too much, / excusing too much, / allowing too much to h…
Drinking too much, / Living too much, / Saying too much, / Finding too much, / Knowing too much, / excusing too much, / allowing too much to happen. google this – RAGING BULL, CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA The pain tends to go away. Trust me.
I created a new group where people can express their dark human emotions. All art mediums will be accepted. Rage...
I created a new group where people can express their dark human emotions. All art mediums will be accepted. Rage ;)
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featured in rage thank you to the two wonderful hosts for the honor!! happy!!
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The people of Great Britain have voiced their opinion / Killing In The Name is officially the…
The people of Great Britain have voiced their opinion / Killing In The Name is officially the 2009 Xmas No1…!!! / Thankyou Santa!!
...on my day. sigh / having a shitter of a day today. / wish to escape or stab something. frown / ..........................
...on my day. sigh / having a shitter of a day today. / wish to escape or stab something. frown / ..........................
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