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Ever felt this way? / . /
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Taken in natural light. Please check out Stran9e
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Rock out with your socket out! Programmed to rock the universe with his trusty axe “The Guitari 2600”, Rock-It-Boy battles the forces of evil and oppression in sad machine inc.’s upcoming animated series of shorts! Created by Eric Murphy of sadmachine.com “Rock-It-Boy” and “Guitari 2600” are Trademarks of sad machine inc. Copyright 2007-2008. Related designs: /
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Soaring to a celestial kingdom, Heaven cries for all of those who will never open their eyes, never see love, never know true happiness…. Heaven’s Cry took 7 hours, which is about 3 hours longer than my average amount of time on a piece of work….the wings alone took 3 hours….pencil on bristol board, i am very happy with the results….
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easily one of the grandest and most ornate asylums ever built, / algonquin river state hospital was a cause of great local controversy during construction / due to running far over budget. the extravagance is evident in the beautiful masonry, / the ornamental woodwork, the stained glass windows with their decorative yet functional iron grating. / olmsted, the man who designed central park, laid out the grounds and the span of the wings / is half a mile, if you walked end to end. / to do so now is impossible. / in an ironic twist, the much-contested (and extremely expensive) yellow pine floors / fared far less impressively over time than those made of other, cheaper materials. / the epic scale of the structural collapse, combined with a devastating fire last summer, / make algonquin river state hospital quite possibly the most deadly building in existence. / floors like the one shown here / give way into gaping abysses, punji pits full of sharp, splintered boards / fanning out from the basement like jagged teeth in the ever-hungry mouth of death itself. / to take this photo i had to make it from the crumbling doorway on the left / onto the sagging mess in the extreme foreground. the floor shifted beneath my feet / and my added weight sent dust and debris cascading ominously into oblivion below. / it was quite possibly the most frightening moment of my life, second only to the one / where i had to get back into the doorway with no real solid ground to support me as i inched closer. / i may not be terribly afraid of death. i may even frequently wish for it. / i am, however, afraid of being paralyzed, of falling onto a rotted shard of floorboard and / laying impaled and broken for hours, with no real help available. i am not too proud / to admit that i wanted nothing more than to stay in the relative safety of the door frame, / or that i am glad that i will never again have to make the nerve-wracking leap of faith / back to the only exit. / that being said, i would do it again if i had to. there is no better example than algonquin / that all things fall apart, and i feel a certain kinship with it. we are both collapsing inside, / and it is an odd thing to see before your very eyes what you imagine / your own heart looks like. / very odd indeed. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- photo taken at algonquin river state hospital. all rights reserved. / more of my work is available on abandonedamerica.org
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This is my lovely friend Stacy / Her Deviant Art profile is here: / puppyeyes.deviantart.com This piece was done with alot / of brush work, 2 textures were used. Mine and bashcorp at DA
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For quite some time now,about 3 months,I have been experiencing a lot / of pain throughout my body that the doctor’s can’t seem to pinpoint. This piece / was inspired by my tarot card drawing for yesterday.
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Where Shadows Cry she came to a place where shadows cry / silenced tongue sings no relief, no sigh / draws only sorrow nigh steps unseen on a fogged covered ground / a broken heart beat, the only sound / solace sought but not found playing where the shadows hide / staying where the shadows chide a cutting blade lashes at her soul / it bleeds her heart, taking on control / her inner light it stole a searing scream begging for release / the red drops fall, the pain will not cease / sting of wounds brings no peace falling where the shadows dwell / calling where the shadows yell now a calmness seed drops in her head / a ray of strength leading heart, it said / come follow me instead some scars are left where anger was placed / in her mind’s eye, some sanity disgraced / bitter lessons now faced burning from the shadows rip / turning from the shadows grip Author: Roger Sampson
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Model – Desaire
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Taken at around 12 AM in my yard. / The grass was due covered and I used an external flash to light up the background.
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Don’t we all…. / / / / / / / /
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we were all so addicted to spectacle: / the drama of the media and celebrity lives, our / huge cineplexes and large-screen tvs, the / cacophony of arena concerts and the overblown importance / we gave our own silly little struggles. / we were like the romans with their bread and circuses / we were in the colosseum enjoying our pageants and staged conflicts / while all the signs around us were pointing one way: / to our own ruin. / there came a point, however, when we could no longer ignore / the fact that we were addicted to poisoning everything that was vital to us. / food stopped growing in the tainted soil, the air itself became toxic, waters rose and cities fell / you would have thought with our taste for the electrifying harmony of discord / that we would have revelled in it, but it was all so different / when the show finally began. / there was no audience to witness it for we were all playing a part. / we were the ones on the stage, and the / epic tragedies being played out / were now our own lives. / -—-—-—-—-—-—-— / photo taken in juanita de brogas magnet middle school / more of my work is on www.abandonedamerica.org
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The Jester’s Apprentice Oh lil jester what you must feel, with people pointing and laughing as you reel. / The heartache you have with no one to love, no arms around you and no warm hugs. / You must go thru life always feeling jolly and glee, with no one to love little young thee. / Larry Fridel Best viewed large Featured / The Art of 3D Group 1/20/09 Juggalo &/or Clown Art Group / 6/22/09 A 3D digital image 3dsmax6, PaintShop Pro 8, Painter X, and PhotoShop CS. Thank you for your support. Image copyright © 2009, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This artwork was featured in The Beauty Of Poetry and Dimensions Placed 6th in the Fantasy Fine Art Challenge An experiment, and a step away from my usual art style. Sometimes I feel like all good things are unreachable even when they are in plain sight. Model / Coloured Scene – grunge texture – music notes / Background Photo – Public Domain / Time and Clock brushes / Stock copyrights remain the property of their respective owners.
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Finalist in the 2009 Save Water Awards
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Featured in Children the Power of Raw Emotion – August 09 – Thank you!! Featured in All About Hearts – July 09 – A very big thank you to the hosts! Featured in Canon DSLR – June 09 – thank you so much!! Featured in The Woman Photographer – June 09 – thank you very much to the hosts! This portrait of Mila (2) was taken in the back garden. Her older sister, Perrin, ran around behind her holding a black cloth to act as a ‘backdrop’ for me. In true 2 year old style, she decided today was the day that she would NOT smile, and as for looking at the camera… you can forget it. Keeping still was also not an option. So this is the end result of a frustrating shoot, but maybe the more interesting for it. Canon 400D, natural light, pp in photoshop CS2.
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I have not stopped thinking about the works of / LisaG and her newest piece called Sad Tree it got my mind and heart juiced up! SAD TREE _Beside a waterhole / a sad tree was planted seasonally / it leaned forward in a spirited attempt / to soulfully drench an act of love it did it all / without shame smoke often filled the air / the sad tree / was the last of its breed it had seen a fair amount / it had danced the last dance all that was left was to / take care of its bounty no more travel / c’est la vie a railway line sang blue / as the willow / spoke to flesh and blood flesh ran / to the rose bush without bud / asking for no reason why must I hang my head? It was the truth a bird floating from the heavens / hid / behind / the mercy of the burning / sad tree twisted ivy / seeded / in the minds / of blank onlookers the sad tree / discovered redemption / in the brushing of a cross in the hope / of / never truly knowing in the rooted earth / of / every lasting life in the ache / of birth turn your head / give away your perfect suit pick up your roots / be gone understand / black as coal / light as the few_ By Lisa G. 2009 ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈
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The pains of personality disorder. please view large.
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We think the pictures tell the story… Canon 30D and a Canon 17-40 f/4 L Series lens.
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