Rituals
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This is a piece I made over a year ago, when I first got a hold of Photoshop Elements. I just wanted to see what the software was capable of, so I drew a unicorn and some brambles and played around with some stock images to create this piece. I deliberately avoided any actual blood for this one, as I thought it would look a little tacky, although now I’m thinking maybe a little trickle from the unicorn’s eye might be a worthy improvement. Like i say though, it was an experiment, so I’m inclined to just leave it be.
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The Monoliths in Carnac, France This photo was chosen for the front page of RedBubble’s featured page. Thanks for viewing!
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A little get together with the girls ;-)
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Skeleton of Coyote and Datura blossom. Photo based mixed medium image.
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For you, and you alone, I have prepared a Blood Moon. It is for you, and you alone. As it permeates your being, it is for you alone. As it melts away your sense of self, it is for you alone. As it turns your bowels into liquid, it is for you alone. On the altar is the offering, filled with your wretched loathing. Beware and be wary. I have prepared this for you, and you alone. Image and text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan / “Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©” / Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™ I invite you to visit Surreal Digital Artist
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Dancing Dragon in Chinese New Year’s parade
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No Easy God
by lianneMy easy God of childhood / to whom my simple prayers / were apparently acceptable, / and from whose hand in loving grace / were once so eas…
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Original model photo used by permission of FetishFaerie
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I can’t function without my early morning dip.
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This image depicts a group of dancers in a sacred ritual. It is based on a group of Australian aboriginal dancers. Subtely worked into the arm and body positions is the word ‘LOVE’ ... see if you can work it out! Handmade papers and organic material from the rainforests of Northeast NSW
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Blinded and guided by the familiar. / New series of work featuring the wonderful Kim Buck, helping to live my strange familiar things x
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“The Ritual” available on a T-shirt. Artwork done by: Derek Erismann
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Around, all around, the shadows gather. / My dread grows as an avenging sword falls against my naked / soul. / It smites me, and darkly my vitae drips to the thirsty / earth. In my madness I dance, while nothingness hovers close. / Now alone, my supplication falls upon cold eyes. This was writen by my friend Liam_Lime who asked me to illustrate it for him. I hope you like it darling. TY Out of the shadows into the light. Through my work reborn. / In my Nightly Ritual. Model by MJ Ranum / background and all other images by LFR
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Behind the delicate pink plasma veil the alien life forms begin performing the ritual dance. Spherical ova begin eminating from the vessel of life, each containing a pair of embryos. The eggs drift off into space…..to repeat this dramatic scenario throughout the galaxy. / (I was lucky, again, to capture this moment with my point and shoot. lol)
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Ritual
by CrockpotCold chrysanthemums, / dead and dried, thin / and crisped by my thumb / into a fine silken powder; the sooty remains of you / cling to my …
Poem I wrote during the college years. / ©1995
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Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas This painting is the inspiration for a poem by CC Arshagra. I am honored. “PAIN’S MIGHT … Oh The Tender Soul Of It All” The wound is, and life lands / To lose youth to pain’s age / Tomorrows came to cover you / And the hemorrhaging of it all To mind days of love’s endless battle with will / The treatments and drugs and the scalpels’ tear sealed / Whilst lo, your guard of love protected receiving / The subject of: You are an object to save The study and practice of treating the unknown / The science of mystery fed by narcotics / An oath of God-nature with a license to heal / Controlled by the most faithful desperate pleas pricing Oh how—God would teach you—the long ends of pain / How love’s guilt could rear up your sins living end / The will of your love for life grew ever-strong / Till here alone your plight withstood the fell time The wound is, and living life lands / To win wars of pain and rest not: more the same / To conquer controlling your dividing mind vice / To be love and be all wars’ opposites vying Then lo, time’s technology beat what is mortal / The heart was not going to kill you—The mother / What pain now knew so did your fight to recover / And Death’s loss was measured by what war was won? Then the day comes to know you cannot survive death / You cannot defeat life, love, or your soul’s self / There is no war questioning how your soul forms / Long—you are still here, (lost?) fighting with pain So you lay down your arms and say ‘Let the storms come,’ / And lo, what you always have known as defeat / Was a storm’s profound calm, and immeasurable peace / Your fight to fix life broken—fell to its knees To undergo living life here—sow to grow / You gave your fists hands to touch Death’s not alone / And you unfurled your wings here to span the whole globe / But were rained on by stones you have thrown Now all that pain taught you was still close at hand / You have only to move your mind’s wrathful command / And crush all things mortal with suffering’s might / And price your pride is wrong and paid by you’re right How pain has (constantly) taught you so well / But who lives within one sane heavenly hell? / If nothing is just the beginning of life / And death is a gift earned by one’s honest path Yet in pain’s domain—all wars cannot be one / For pain less its life, fears your own wholeness shared / Pain can not grasp not protecting its face / Its purpose is to trust no one but itself A dichotomy of answers held hands stretched apart / And mind you they never must form one love’s cup / To pool the world quenching pain’s love beyond thirst / And keep not the share of all swallowing others Forever pain weighs it must not grow extinct / Its powers of fortune fear losing its’ plight / But love comes and offers it freedom from this: / Fore-save pains lost knowledge of healing itself And the wound is, and now life lands upon the future was / Living has reached your eyes’ soul / And blindness has forced you to see your soul’s ravel / Through the loom of Good’s Evil & Evil’s Good travels Soul steps are here, as it all turns too real. / Physical stones tied to spirit’s unknown / By webs of raw innocence; faultless at birth / Blamed now and weighed at survival’s sane cliff Being’s form growing has gifted you this / The days are now filling with priceless relief / And more now what lessens inverted dimensions / Still your wing’s flights are delayed by flight lessons Sum love impossible is being born / How you cry at the gorge of your brain’s fabric torn / For pain is a headstone awaiting its’ site / But peace of mind can’t find its plot on this earth It’s here; being born, like the nose on your face / Now the wind gives you all the breath you need / The healing choice of pain ends; old wounds will die / Lay down your harm-laden weapons of fault For all faults are done! / There is no reward! / You are here now! / Harm none; include self! Live you are / Hereby one self and no more / Respect death’s gift / Moment by soul-moments form Heal pain and others will be led by you / Heal pain and other will be healed by you / Let go of pain’s will / For this is Your choice © Copyright 1/9/2008 C.C. Arshagra / From “the Poetry of good-bye” Series and collention (Unpublished work)
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you took my heart showed it pain / body bruised mind in chains / i thought it only a game / hid them at work / ashamed , they questioned me i felt lame when you talked of sutres i didnt understand / pagan witches burnt my secrets in their flames / naked under your white cloak / lord of darkness thought you were my saviour then / said you wanted to drink of me / in dark corners rubber clad / you bit me so hard / you were crazy i was sad pierced me with your eyes / i enjoyed the pain / dancing with the wolves i let them prey on my flesh / god how i loved it / i danced harder on your chest / i tiptoed through the flames feeling your desire / like ice on sunburnt skin
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WILD AND FREE / / These two chinstrap penguin were performing a mating ritual within a gentoo penguin rookery. / / (Antarctica) / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /
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Copyright 2004 Mariam Muradian. All rights reserved. I painted this series, including this painting, after hang gliding at 10,000 feet! / That perspective and that experience changes you forever in a split second! Oil pastels , acrylics, and charcoal on canvas. CLICK ON SAME IMAGE IN MY JOURNAL UNDER “MY FLYING ART MOVIE” TO SEE THE SERIES SLIDE SHOW!
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oil painting altered in photoshop thankyou for taking the time to view my art and (hopefully) comment… / please have a look at my other artwork… / hope you enjoy! :) /
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