Sentimental
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“Winter Frost” Cold frosty morning on the mountain. / Arkansas, USA “As you walk along the trail in the midst of soft shadows in the morning light, breathing deeply the crisp cold air of autumn sweetness, you enter the clearing beyond the trees. A warm band of sunshine illuminates the field, and highlighting the golden and scarlet colours of autumn and setting the frost sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight” (Sharon Anne Mau, 2008). Canon PowerShot S3 IS 6 MPX I OFFER MY WORK AS SCREEN SAVERS 25 for $25.00 w/ no shipping, and handling cost, or added tax! Straight up $25.00 gives you 25 shots of your choice! These can even be used as base photos for your own creations. WITH THIS SPECIAL PURCHASE…..However you want to use them is fine with me! For more info, or if…. If you would you like to ADD YOUR OWN WORDS to create a personal sentiment to this as a greeting card, please / Contact Me / I will make it personal from YOU, to YOUR friends. /
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“Think of me / think of me fondly, / when we’ve said goodbye. / Remember me / once in a while - / please promise me / you’ll try….” – Phantom of the Opera The full series: / (More coming soon!)
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Original art signed Dorina Costras / Acrylic and watercolor on Canson paper / 40/50 cm
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Painting / Original artwork signed Dorina Costras / Acrylic + oil on canvas / 100/100 cm
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/ For Sentimental Reasons / / Nat King Cole / Words by Deek Watson and music by William Best / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- I love you for sentimental reasons / I hope you do believe me / I’ll give you my heart I love you and you alone were meant for me / Please give your loving heart to me / And say we’ll never part I think of you every morning / Dream of you every night / Darling, I’m never lonely / Whenever you are in sight I love you for sentimental reasons / I hope you do believe me / I’ve given you my heart I love you for sentimental reasons / I hope you do believe me / I’ve given you my heart / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / Portrait / Architectural / people/culture / Macro / Landscape / Still live / Animal / Nude/FineArt / SunsetCollection / Flowers / Model Maria Anne / Model Saskia Ying / Model Blondie / Model Tammy / Kids / The Book Of Love All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Antoine Dagobert: using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Another addition to The Book Of Love Series / Hope you like it..thank you Ant
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/ Framed Print Sweet Rosie / made from paper, pencils, charcoal, marker pen and stuff like that :) Here is a new one from my “Connections” series, all done with lots of dry media. This one is about the connection we have with our loved ones, roses always speak volumes about beauty, love, romance…......and wanting to connect…...what happens we we give and receive roses, why do we give and receive them…..it’s really sentimental stuff…..ahh where would we be without all that roses say for us, through us, about us, to others :) I hope you like my “Sweet Rosie”.....these roses are for you :)
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something I saw written on a wall of a derelict inner city punk squat many years ago and was compelled to photograph. recently rediscovered while digitizing negative files this photo has not been seen for twenty years. this is what it looks like as a laminated print.
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Original artwork signed by Dorina Costras / 70/100 cm / acrylic, oil
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Original artworks signed Dorina Costras / 45/60 cm / Acrylic + watercolor on paper
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Painting / Original artwork signed by Dorina Costras / Acrylic and watercolor on Carson paper / 55/65 cm
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/ “Nothing Gold can Stay” is part of the Landscape and Skyscape Series...see other Skyscapes and Landscapes, from the Series below... Watercolour on Arches Not 300lb Paper… Nature’s first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf’s a flower; / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf. / So Eden sank to grief, / So dawn goes down to day. / Nothing gold can stay....Robert Frost Nothing Gold can Stay Music… “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems. Written in 1923, this poem was published in The Yale Review in October of that year. Some say the poem helped Frost to win a Pulitzer Prize. Only eight lines long, this poem is still considered one of Frost’s best. “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is also featured in the novel The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and its film adaptation. The American rock band New Found Glory also used the title for their album of the same name...Wiki… Nothing Gold Can Stay” explicitly describes identical moments in three temporal cycles: the daily, the yearly, and the mythic. In each case the poem depicts the moment when the promise of perfection declines into something lesser. Gold unabashedly becomes a symbol–a very traditional one–for the highest value and most radiant beauty. Spring, dawn, and Eden are each a sort of Golden Age, an impermanent paradise. / What lies ahead is never stated overtly, but it is inarguably present by implication. Day is inevitably followed by night. Summer is succeeded by fall and winter. The green leaf eventually turns brown and decays. The loss of Eden gave Adam and Eve mortality. Human youth, by implication, is followed by maturity, old age, and ultimately death. The golden moment, therefore, is all the more precious because it is transitory. By focusing on a single moment, Frost evokes an entire day, year, lifetime, and human history...Dana Gioia. / / / / /
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FEATURED IN THE GROUP: Canon DSLR / FEARUTED IN THE GROUP: #1 Artist of Redbubble / FEATURED IN THE GROUP: Style,Class, Elegance / FEATURED IN THE GROUP: Art By Bubble Hosts / TOP 10 IN THE GROUP: Nostalgic Art and Photography / FEATURED IN THE GROUp: Nostalgic Art and Photography Canon 400D / Lens: Canon 28 – 135 mm
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Canon 350D / F/5.6 / 1/50seg / ISO-400 Winner of the quick flower challenge in Shameless Self-Promotion group 2009 / Featured in Outsiders 2009 / Featured in Shameless Self-Promotion 2009 / Featured in Moody, Dark and Evocative 2009 / Gorgeous Flower Cards 22nd June 2009
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~ Morning Has Broken ~ Ah when it comes to photography, that first morning light is the tops!! I enjoy shooting the intense light, and darkness, and illuminating the colors with the back lighting of the morning sun. / This is one of my favorite spots to capture that type of light, as my dogs, and I take a little morning stroll. As Is… / Canon PowerShot S3 IS *I OFFER MY WORK AS SCREEN SAVERS 25 for $25.00 w/ no shipping, and handling cost, or added tax! Straight up $25.00 gives you 25 shots of your choice! / For more info, or if…. If you would you like to ADD YOUR OWN WORDS to create a personal sentiment to this as a greeting card, please / Contact Me / I will make it personal from YOU, to YOUR friends.
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Charming Country Morning Driveway As Is… / Canon PowerShot S3 IS I OFFER MY WORK AS SCREEN SAVERS 25 for $25.00 w/ no shipping, and handling cost, or added tax! Straight up $25.00 gives you 25 shots of your choice! These can even be used as base photos for your own creations. WITH THIS SPECIAL PURCHASE…..However you want to use them is fine with me! For more info, or if…. If you would you like to ADD YOUR OWN WORDS to create a personal sentiment to this as a greeting card, please / Contact Me / I will make it personal from YOU, to YOUR friends /
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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FEATURED IN THE GROUP: Art by Bubble Hosts Just having some fun with Photoshop. THANK YOU very much to Taschja LINK for showing me how to do this. She was visiting me after my foot operations and showed me this little trick /
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Painting by Dorina Costras watercolor, acrylic on paper / 30/40 cm
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“It’s hard to visualize the toys you had fifty years ago – all save bear. He’s as clear as if he were sitting on the desk in front of you…of course…he probably is.” / -Pam Brown / FEATURED IN: Nostalgic Art and Photography / TOP 10 IN A CHALLENGE: Set of Two / FEATURED IN: #12 Great Features
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Old Church manipulated in PS
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TOP 10 IN A CHALLENGE:Set of Two / TOP 10 IN A CHALLENGE: Teddy Bears United
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“Marbled Sky“ I found this scene on the way home from a photo shoot with my sister, Manikah. We had visited Beaver Town to shoot the Arkansas Golden Gate Bridge. Beaver Town is a quaint nostalgic community just outside of Holiday Island, near Eureka Spring, Arkansas. Of course, on the way home we took every dirt road we could find! ...lol When we were crossing a low-water bridge, I happened to glance down I saw this “marbled sky”! My eyes are always searching for the art in nature :)
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Happy Father’s Day Daddy. I love you and miss you so much.
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