Scrapes
45 creative works found
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As a once psychology major, I was intrigued by Freud’s theory on the id and ego of the human psyche. It has been many years since those classes so my words may be somewhat off. But this piece is a self representation (aren’t they all?) of myself and how the “id” and “ego” play in our life decisions. We all seek pleasure and that constant feeling of euphoria, and our “id”’s only goal is to achieve those feelings without worry or care about the consequences of such actions. It is our “ego” that keeps the “id” in line, allowing us to think before we act, and to be able to foresee what may come of this pleasure seeking. It is a constant battle that wages on beneath our skin and sometimes the “id” overcomes. Some choose to live only by the “id”s bidding and never realize the destruction they leave behind when seeking their pleasures. I have been through that lifestyle once, and as much as I enjoyed such pleasures in bountiful amounts….the aftershock of those actions can still be felt today.
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A building from Mid-Town Manhattan – not sure which one. Just looked up and there it was. Digital illustration from a color photo.
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I just had to revisit the abandoned farmhouse where I shot the image The Tenant / / / / This is a view from the kitchen looking in from the outside… the windows are all beat out of the house and you cannot get to the kitchen from the inside because the floor is unstable and you’ll probably end up in the basement. So I had to improvise and go outside to get this shot. / / Visit my website On The Rock Photography / / More In This Series / / / / / / / / / / / / /
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While traveling in China recently, this series of photographs shows the window view we had from the different hotels that we stayed in. /
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Another piece from “The Big Coat.” This was done a few years ago. (Back when I was in my markers, ink, and anything else I can get my hands on phase). It’s not one of my absolute favorites, but I don’t hate it either. It’s sort of like plain old vanilla ice cream to me, it’s tastes fine, I’m not going to spit it out, but it would taste a heck of a lot better if it were chocolate.
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This piece is based on how much we base our decisions off of love. Not condemning it, but rather it intrigues me what those will do in the name of love. Many people have died for love, have fought for love, and have sacrificed for love. It’s a powerful feeling that enslaves us, causing us to react in ways we may not deem normal in a clear state of mind, but like they say, Love is intoxicating. 2nd traditional piece I’ve ever attempted with acrylics. It was (key word, was, because it was sold lol)a 18×24 inch stretched canvas with acrylics and india ink. I miss this piece dearly, but at least I have a wonderful jpeg of it’s remains.
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A macro photograph taken from a road sign, a couple of vehicles had a bit of a run in with the sign creating some abstract urban art! Hopefully I’ll have a new group approved soon for this type of Abstract Macro Urban Art! My Sales / UrbanArt / Panoramics / Rockscapes / Barkscapes / Flowers / Paintings / Sunsets / Story Photoart Please visit my group / Nature’s Macro Canvas / Macro photography group for Abstract Landscapes/Art found in nature!
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Location: Back of a rusting street-sign at the end of our street. All artwork is copyright© to Stephen Mitchell All Rights Reserved. / You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify my photography, writing, and artwork without my express consent.
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- stone b/g “ancient khmer script i googled - scrape ~` last night I felt calm and clammy / saying nothing / doing nothing / trying to plug up the hole you left behind a spirit creased / with a myriad of convolutions and folds / cosmic muck / fibrillating with pruritic desire I am discarded / to satisfy your / insatiable / unspeakable itch. if I could only drive you / out of your mind / as you have driven me taste and smell me / I want to be palpable / get under your skin / an itch in your brain / in your guts / drive you mad / as I scrape my way out aaaaaah , such unadulterated passion / I have for you / a reawakening of ancient , numbed agony / an unendurable realization / of the shambles you have made of my life / if only I had shrieked / or complained / and not waited / till you had killed me and I have become a drama unto myself / in heaven , on earth and in hell. and the thing that I have become / is not the thing that I knew / nothing / I am nothing / thanks to you.
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Lately I have developed an interest in country doors. It seems that here out in the country that every year more and more country entrances are disappearing to be replaced by spanking new doors and fixtures. But a lot of the country charm is being lost. There is something special about old doors that have stood the test of time. They truly do give character to the front of the house. So over the summer I will be trying to document as many as I can before they are all replaced, refinished or given a coat of new paint. / This time worn door was taken on Friday June 20/08.
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This door served as a small entry to what I beleive is a cold cellar at the back of a house. The lock and knob are missing. I thought the contrast of the white door against the red brick was appealing. I love how the weathering of paint creates patterns and textures on the door. Taken Monday June 20/08.
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This is Wanjun. She came to live with me for a week in Austin to go on fun photography adventures, etc. We went on a bike ride and went hurdling down a hill at top speed having a jolly old time when I see my house go by and turn to the left to go into my driveway…and WHAM. We crashed into a heap of bicycle and photographers on the gravel outside my house. I jumped up worried about wanjun, where I see her on the ground with a bicycle on her head. We both are featuring an elaborate array of scratches, bruises and other fun topical injuries from the accident, and naturally being photographers we took advantage of the situation and did portraits of eachother’s injuries. This is my first shot of her injuries. I did some macro shots of a couple of them too. I used her lens for this one.
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After having so much fun with the last piece, I decided to try a series of em. I have an idea, but won’t let it out until I’m sure it will work =D This piece is focused on the ability to open up. Being vulnerable to the outside without fear or worry. My creative juices have been flowing since that week of downtime and in a way my mind has opened a little more for me to see inside and to let you see a little deeper. Only in this state of vulnerability can I truly be free, and without limitation on what I do or how I go about doing it.
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For the past week or so I have been in a real deep funk. Won’t go as far as saying depressed but overwhelmed by the feeling of unhappiness. I sketched this out last night about midnight and felt that it was worth throwing up here. I wanted to capture how I’ve been feeling and this happened to pop out. No preconceived idea of what I was aiming for and was at the will of my subconscious. As you see in the image, I am gripping onto one of the only things that make me happy, and no matter how hard I squeeze, it still feels like it is slipping away. What IT is, is not important, because it can be anything that brings you any kind of joy. And as you see, without that happiness and that “constant”, I am nothing. Along with my happiness I myself begin to slip away into the darkness, hoping to meet my happiness at the bottom.
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This was a pencil design I did a year back. A lot of my art portrays my feelings towards the social status of this era. How we are consumed by reality tv, game shows, and just plain bad television. Once born of flesh and blood, we are slowly becoming one with technology and absorbed into the useless trash we find flipping through channels. Here, the already converted mother is trying to protect the only remnants that remind her that she too was once human.
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Another version of the previously posted “Scraping the Sky” – I’ve been playing around with some filters:)
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Oil Barons Continue to Rape U.S. Economy
by paul romanowskiGasoline prices have reached a national average of $4 a gallon for the first time.
Some farm workers are borrowing gas money from their bosses so they can get to work. Some are switching jobs for shorter commutes. People are giving up meat so they can buy fuel, and gasoline theft is rising. Drivers are running out of gas more often, leaving their cars by the side of the road until they can scrape together gas money.
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Poor Boo Boo is hurt but the First Aid corner will make her feel better. / Great as a get well soon card / Or a poster for the First Aid area / Or even just to brighten up the bedroom / Goes nicely with my other monkey poster /
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Kind of feeling the Constantine movie’s idea of demons. Drawn in pencil and then splattered in Photoshop.
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This just made my day!!!
by Tammy FI just logged on a bit ago and just now I noticed that my photo “Scraping up Leaves” was also featured in the group A Beautiful Blur! I …
I just logged on a bit ago and just now I noticed that my photo “Scraping up Leaves” was also featured in the group A Beautiful Blur! I haven’t had the greatest of days so this news is totally awesome to me!!! Thank you so much!!!
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what can i say?... it’s really tall.
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