Rollins
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Todd Rollins
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Dave Rollins
United States
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tree rollins
Australia
96 creative works found
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A Dung Beetle rolls his ball of elephant dung off the dirst road, Addo Elephant Park, South Africa.
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The original painting is acrylic on Canvas / 71×100 cm My article “How did I paint the Jazzman” is in the art magazine “Fine Art &Decorative Painting”Vol 16 No 10 and it is out at the news agents!! /
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Sonny Rollins at Sydney Opera House / 1st June 2008 He is 77. / He looked old but his performance was soooooooooooo fresh and strong. / Smooth, clear and powerful….. / Oh, I am glad I was there. / Great great performer!!
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FEATURED! JUNE 08 / HOMEPAGE! JULY 08 “I am ready for whatever’s coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realize what I am, what I have become. The alien man waved his arms up and down and noticed that he couldn’t wave in the right language so he stopped.” Henry Rollins
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inspired by McCartney’s song ‘Mull of Kintyre’ ... mist rolling in from the sea … you know the rest … make a great ‘new horizons’ card
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9×12” Arches 140 lb cold pressed paper, watercolor and ink. / Revolutionaries Series. / ORIGINAL SOLD Henry Rollins. His impact on the punk scene was impressive, and his spoken word work and writing continue to embed him in our society. He’s mad as hell and he’s not gonna take it lying down. He is a mover and shaker, more so than any current musician, author or celebrity that I can think of. If you don’t know who he is, google him. You will love him or hate him, but you WILL hear him and you will not forget who he is. He is the most American person in spirit alive today. He stands for freedom, human rights, and common sense. He is my largest inspiration when it comes to questioning “authority.” / He also inspires me to keep kickboxing, keep pushing on when life is hard. Read his “Iron and the Soul” and tell me it doesn’t stir you. “Iron and the Soul” I believe that the definition of definition is reinvention. To not be like you parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. Completely. When I was young I had no sense of myself. All I was, was a product of all the fear and humiliation I suffered. Fear of my parents. The humiliation of teachers calling me “garbage can” and telling me I’d be mowing lawns for a living. And the very real terror of my fellow students. I was threatened and beaten up for the color of my skin and my size. I was skinny and clumsy, and when others would tease me I didn’t run home crying, wondering why. I knew all too well. I was there to be antagonized. In sports I was laughed at. A spaz. I was pretty good at boxing but only because the rage that filled my every waking moment made me wild and unpredictable. I fought with some strange fury. The other boys thought I was crazy. I hated myself all the time. As stupid at it seems now, I wanted to talk like them, dress like them, carry myself with the ease of knowing that I wasn’t going to get pounded in the hallway between classes. Years passed and I learned to keep it all inside. I only talked to a few boys in my grade. Other losers. Some of them are to this day the greatest people I have ever known. Hang out with a guy who has had his head flushed down a toilet a few times, treat him with respect, and you’ll find a faithful friend forever. But even with friends, school sucked. Teachers gave me a hard time. I didn’t think much of them either. Then came Mr. Pepperman, my adviser. He was a powerfully built Vietnam veteran, and he was scary. No one ever talked out of turn in his class. Once one kid did and Mr. P. lifted him off the ground and pinned him to the blackboard. Mr. P. could see that I was in bad shape, and one Friday in October he asked me if I had ever worked out with weights. I told him no. He told me that I was going to take some of the money that I had saved and buy a hundred-pound set of weights at Sears. As I left his office, I started to think of things I would say to him on Monday when he asked about the weights that I was not going to buy. Still, it made me feel special. My father never really got that close to caring. On Saturday I bought the weights, but I couldn’t even drag them to my mom’s car. An attendant laughed at me as he put them on a dolly. Monday came and I was called into Mr. P.’s office after school. He said that he was going to show me how to work out. He was going to put me on a program and start hitting me in the solar plexus in the hallway when I wasn’t looking. When I could take the punch we would know that we were getting somewhere. At no time was I to look at myself in the mirror or tell anyone at school what I was doing. In the gym he showed me ten basic exercises. I paid more attention than I ever did in any of my classes. I didn’t want to blow it. I went home that night and started right in. Weeks passed, and every once in a while Mr. P. would give me a shot and drop me in the hallway, sending my books flying. The other students didn’t know what to think. More weeks passed, and I was steadily adding new weights to the bar. I could sense the power inside my body growing. I could feel it. Right before Christmas break I was walking to class, and from out of nowhere Mr. Pepperman appeared and gave me a shot in the chest. I laughed and kept going. He said I could look at myself now. I got home and ran to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I saw a body, not just the shell that housed my stomach and my heart. My biceps bulged. My chest had definition. I felt strong. It was the first time I can remember having a sense of myself. I had done something and no one could ever take it away. You couldn’t say ** to me. It took me years to fully appreciate the value of the lessons I have learned from the Iron. I used to think that it was my adversary, that I was trying to lift that which does not want to be lifted. I was wrong. When the Iron doesn’t want to come off the mat, it’s the kindest thing it can do for you. If it flew up and went through the ceiling, it wouldn’t teach you anything. That’s the way the Iron talks to you. It tells you that the material you work with is that which you will come to resemble. That which you work against will always work against you. It wasn’t until my late twenties that I learned that by working out I had given myself a great gift. I learned that nothing good comes without work and a ceratin amount of pain. When I finish a set that leaves me shaking, I know more about myself. When something gets bad, I know it can’t be as bad as that workout. I used to fight the pain, but recently this became clear to me: pain is not my enemy; it is my call to greatness. But when dealing with the Iron, one must be careful to interpret the pain correctly. Most injuries involving the Iron come from ego. I once spent a few weeks lifting weight that my body wasn’t ready for and spent a few months not picking up anything heavier than a fork. Try to lift what you’re not prepared to and the Iron will teach you a little lesson in restraint and self-control. I have never met a truly strong person who didn’t have self-respect. I think a lot of inwardly and outwardly directed contempt passes itself off as self-respect: the idea of raising yourself by stepping on someone’s shoulders instead of doing it yourself. When I see guys working out for cosmetic reasons, I see vanity exposing them in the worst way, as cartoon characters, billboards for imbalance and insecurity. Strength reveals itself through character. It is the difference between bouncers who get off strong-arming people and Mr. Pepperman. Muscle mass does not always equal strength. Strength is kindness and sensitivity. Strength is understanding that your power is both physical and emotional. That it comes from the body and the mind. And the heart. Yukio Mishima said that he could not entertain the idea of romance if he was not strong. Romance is such a strong and overwhelming passion, a weakened body cannot sustain it for long. I have some of my most romantic thoughts when I am with the Iron. Once I was in love with a woman. I thought about her the most when the pain from a workout was racing through my body. Everything in me wanted her. So much so that sex was only a fraction of my total desire. It was the single most intense love I have ever felt, but she lived far away and I didn’t see her very often. Working out was a healthy way of dealing with the loneliness. To this day, when I work out I usually listen to ballads. I prefer to work out alone. It enables me to concentrate on the lessons that the Iron has for me. Learning about what you’re made of is always time well spent, and I have found no better teacher. The Iron had taught me how to live. Life is capable of driving you out of your mind. The way it all comes down these days, it’s some kind of miracle if you’re not insane. People have become separated from their bodies. They are no longer whole. I see them move from their offices to their cars and on to their suburban homes. They stress out constantly, they lose sleep, they eat badly. And they behave badly. Their egos run wild; they become motivated by that which will eventually give them a massive stroke. They need the Iron mind. Through the years, I have combined meditation, action, and the Iron into a single strength. I believe that when the body is strong, the mind thinks strong thoughts. Time spent away from the Iron makes my mind degenerate. I wallow in a thick depression. My body shuts down my mind. The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found. There is no better way to fight weakness than with strength. Once the mind and body have been awakened to their true potential, it’s impossible to turn back. The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you’re a god or a total bastard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
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and further right the Matterhorn, Switzerland.
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I was listening to the music of Monk, Mingus, Miles and Sonny Rollins. / They are jazz musicians. Oil on Canvas / 102×76 cm
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As the waves roll in, bringing with them the so well known sound, of waves slapping against the beach. Such a beautiful sound, reflected in this picture. Shot with my Canon Eos 400d @46mm. / F/18 / 1/500 sec.
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Madera Canyon in the Santa Rita Mountains, Arizona. Converted to B&W in photoshop. Taken with my Nikon D-80, 18-135 mm lens. FEATURED in the Nikon DSLR User Group 1/11/09
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© C J Lewis. Photograph taken using an Olympus Trip 35mm film camera at the State HOG (Harley Owner’s Group) Rally at Bendemeer, NSW in 1994.
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Tombstone AZ —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- Please have a look at some of my other photos: / People/Portrait / Animals/Pets / Travel/Scenics / Flowers/Insects/Macros / BlackWhite / StillLife / Photoshop ~Image copyright © 2006 Jamie Lee. All rights reserved. / All photographs, images, and text by Jamie Lee is the exclusive property of Jamie Lee and is protected under United States and international copyright laws. Please note that copying, displaying or redistribution of this image without written permission from Jamie Lee is strictly prohibited. No images are within Public Domain. Use of any image as the basis for another photographic concept or illustration is also a violation of copyright. Please also visit my website for more images.. JmeLee.com
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PD image fooled with. For every shit mood I have there is a Henry Rollins quote to put the sunshine back into my day.
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Manorbier beach, near Tenby, Pembrokeshire.
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The City Gardens punk card was the monthly postcard with the various shows scheduled for the month. Anyone who claims to have been a part of the second generation punk scene (Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Bad Brains) has fond memories of the City Gardens shows and the monthly mailing of the Punk Card. This version of the tee shirt has a random collection of bands from a variety of months between the early 80’s and mid 90’s. Featured bands include: Ramones, Damned, ALL, Screaming Blue Messiahs, GWAR, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, Bouncing Souls, Rollins Band, Iggy Pop, DOA, Dickies, 7 Seconds, Circle Jerks, Agent Orange, Social Distortion, Killing Joke, Danzig and so many more!
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The City Gardens punk card was the monthly postcard with the various shows scheduled for the month. Anyone who claims to have been a part of the second generation punk scene (Black Flag, Dead Kennedys, Bad Brains) has fond memories of the City Gardens shows and the monthly mailing of the Punk Card. This version of the tee shirt has a random collection of bands from a variety of months between the early 80’s and mid 90’s. Featured bands include: Ramones, Damned, ALL, Screaming Blue Messiahs, GWAR, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, Bouncing Souls, Rollins Band, Iggy Pop, DOA, Dickies, 7 Seconds, Circle Jerks, Agent Orange, Social Distortion, Killing Joke, Danzig and so many more!
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The longer I looked the more I swear I could hear a train a comin’. I hear the train a comin’ / It’s rollin’ ‘round the bend, / And I ain’t seen the sunshine, / Since, I don’t know when…. Taken in Northern Wisconsin outside of Wausaukee, Wisconsin. Please View Larger
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Stormy day at the beach. (B&W) (As Is) By: / Terri~Lynn / Va. Beach, VA
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11 September 2009 And so the waves keep rollin’ in… Out for the early, what a stunning way to start the day! Always trying to capture a new view and share a bit of the sensational spring weather we’re having. This image was created just off the rocks known as ‘Little Marley’ at the southern end of Rainbow Bay in SE QLD, Australia. Canon G9 + water housing
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This is a Harbor seal in Crescent City, California and I swear he was laughing at me.
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Found one more cup over which to run water. Think I’ve exhausted my dishware.
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