Shame
222 creative works found
-
Mixed media on Cartridge Paper. The image is an androgynous one, because lets face it feelings like this can happen to us all.
-
I wanted to convey a colder solitary feel with this. I was experimenting with poser and textures and actually had a different image in mind, a little happier one, but of course it turned out much darker themed than I expected. Of course all my turns out that! ;)
-
Watercolour on Paper 100cms x 70 or something x 2 as there are two of them hence the x 2 part. Am adding the song that I wrote from whence I took the titles to the two works… and to the diptych that contains them both. The individual works are here, with a fair bit more text (finally figured out I was leaving out the colon on the linking process. Yay! Go go power Paul!)... The first piece is Blame Your Green Eyes / / The second… For What They Have Seen and the uncropped version Blame Your Green Eyes For What They Have Seen Uncropped OUR LITTLE DEATHS… / You nail my guitar to the bedroom wall / You lick your lips promise me more / Take my nail polish, go out to score / But I can’t, I won’t help anymore. That final appointment waiting in line / A scar on the flesh of your inner thigh, / A casual promise and a white lie / Where the old bridge splits the hot night sky CHORUS / Our little deaths / Holding your breath / I’ll always be less / Always a mess / Ill never confess / To the cuts on my flesh / Or the tears on your dress / Are all we have left You carry the heat all bloody and keen / Hot with this fever since you were 15 / Stones you’ve kept for each lie you have been / Blame your green eyes, for what they have seen We kissed on the beach last Halloween. / And now we’ll never forget the shit we have seen / The hell in the wall the gorgeous machine / The tiny mad children that we have both been - Paul Robertson, sometimes afraid of trees.
-
Shame
by Thomas Dodd -
For Her
by Jo O'BrienNSFW
-
Stock pic of BG provided by Don Wright. http://www.eyefetch.com/image.aspx?ID=651251 “The childhood memories(or flashbulb pictures as they are commonly referred to) of my parents are all larger than life, looming demons of fury. Twisted angry faces, lunging at me quicker than I can get away from them, hands grabbing me, hitting me, HURTING me. Huge features…the point of view from the child who is physically much smaller than they are. I always try and remember that when I am dealing with my daughter. Get down on the floor…don’t tower over her when I’m angry. Fear is not want I want her to remember me by. / / It’s in me though…there have been moments of pure rage and fury when I have wanted to pick her up and force her to do my bidding. I walk away…I give myself a time out instead of giving her one. I found her in my arms once with that look on her face….she was scared. / I wanted to throw up. / I live everyday comparing myself to my parents. I’ve learned everything I should NEVER do from them. / If I do the opposite of what they would have done we might just be O.K. /
-
At least its warm…
-
Her Life / Her World / Her Self this is her shame
-
Studio shot using point source continuous lighting. Shame dolls by Ikea. Camera Model Name / Canon EOS 40D / Tv(Shutter Speed) / 0.5Sec. / Av(Aperture Value) / F4.0 / Metering Modes / (Metered externally) / Exposure Compensation / 0 / ISO Speed / 100 / Lens / EF17-40mm f/4L USM / Focal Length / 40.0 mm / Image size / 3888×2592 / Image Quality / RAW / Flash / Off / White Balance / Auto / AF mode / Manual (MF)
-
from the portraits of hope gouache pastel ink pencil and scratching
-
The Bob Mantis is an awful beast. It selects its victims, much like a female mantis choosing a partner. It promises a life of bliss, freedom and prosperity, then promptly chomps off the head of its new mate. The screams of the victims go unanswered by the world, which answers. “Yes, it is horrible, but that’s nature, what can you do?”
-
There are of course causes near and dear to my heart and this is one of them. This is the image that kept popping up in my head when I thought of AIDS. I was in high school in the 80’s and back then you were taught that AIDS was a homosexual disease and was barely glanced over in class. You closed your eyes to it; you did not talk about it. It was only a few short years later that it came to the forefront of our consciousness. I have personally been touched by AIDS (as we will all most likely be) through the lost of a friend and co-worker, Christopher, at the age of 36.
-
Nikon D80 Nikkor 18-135/58mm 1/30@f/5.6 / 2940 views 13.11.09 / / / ART / CIRCULAR QUAY & OPERA HOUSE AT NIGHT / SYDNEY / PANORAMAS / CLOUDS / COUNTRYSIDE / STILL LIFE / TENNIS / DOGS / MISCELLANEOUS
-
Shamanic angel martyr hiding face with stigmata on the hands. Photo base illustration.
-
no air
by butchartall tied up / in ribbons of shame / raw edges frayed with age / green eyed raven / plucks out the red / to feather a nest of rage / high in the…
featured in CORE and WMG
-
The Scream is basically a piece about violence against women, a subject that really sensitizes me not only for being a woman, but also for being human and for dreaming and working for a better world based on respect and equality. I didn’t want a piece that was oppressing or showed only the pain of the violence or abuse. I wanted something dynamic, that could have a “voice”, that could help people to reflect about how to change things. The symbolism of the piece is quite simple and direct. There’s a dual figure in the center. She might be the same woman in two different attitudes, if you like. The red-haired one is scared and in pain. She holds her bleeding heart and wears a mask to keep herself hidden from judgment or other losses. She might be the one who was raped in a party after drinking too much, the one who was abused for a family member but preferred to hide in order to do not cause disturbances in the family, the one who was beaten for her husband but kept silent for fear of losing her children. She might be one of the Congo women. She might be me, or you. The black-haired woman doesn’t wear a mask. She is screaming – although sometimes I think that she is in fact singing. What she releases from within herself is a bird, red as life. Is the desire for freedom from a world conquered by force, not love. She screams her right to be treated as a human being instead of a second-class citizen, as a partner instead of a subordinate. Her right to express her own ideas and have their own attitudes without being demonized for them. There are also masks at the bottom, a pile of masks without faces behind them. They once belonged to women who decided to scream instead of keep silent and anonymous. That decided to stop pretending that that’s how the world is and there’s nothing that can be done to change it. But there’s so much one can do just by having a voice… And use it to demand respect for being human is urgent.
-
Another image for my photography final “Fragmented Self Image”. I suppose you could say I had a problem with alcohol. Not so much that I was an alcoholic, but I did depend on alcohol for a while as it helped me forget how I felt about myself and who I was. / During the time I was dealing with my poor self-esteem and eating disorder I felt empty, unwanted, unattractive and unexciting. I would often go out, get drunk and do stupid things that would make me feel attractive and wanted, even if it was just for a brief moment. I’d always feel terrible the next day, but I continued to do it for the sake of feeling attractive just for one night. I never did anything too drastic such as sleeping with many guys, but the things I did still made me feel ashamed later and granted me a negative image. I took several shots of this set up, with myself in different positions on the couch and put them together on photoshop. Thanks to Alan for letting me use his empty bottles and living room for this shoot!
-
Another piece for my photography final “Fragmented Self Image”. Dealing with the idea of shame and regret, and living with it or choosing to “wash” it away. I’m too tired to write a good description (finals just ended!), but I think this is rather self-explanatory. The goo on my face is black tempera paint, the goo from my mouth is black food colouring with corn syrup. Yum! Messiest shoot ever… PS. I got an A!
-
Sony Alpha 350, Tokina 19-35mm Lens, Focal Length 28mm, f4.0 @ 1/10 Sec Exp, ISO 100, Tripod, remote shutter release, ordinary household indoor lighting. RAW file converted to jpg, converted to b&w, minor adjustment of curves and levels. The LARGE view is worthwhile… FEATURED IN ‘ELITE CONTROVERSIAL ARTISTS’!
-
shame an earhart chappel photograph a chappel photo from oz / roberto duran on photography / (thank you) / chappel on modeling and edit thank you it is a / shame / the way you have / treated / her / i grasp to understand your reasons / never understanding / why / for she has always been more important than i yes / it is a / shame (got an edit out!)
-
Losing Face The loss of credibility / Through actions of our own / Can bring shame upon us, / Behavior we claim or disown. The thunderous crash of ego, / Flashing with false integrity, / Tidal waves of self-importance / Are flooded with human debris. The loss of face can haunt us, / Limiting ones ability to transform, / Unless we work to lose the masks / That cause the ego’s shameful storm. Desire will hold the door open, / Humility welcomes us inside, / Change is always an option, / When we drop the masks of pride. Losing the face of presence / And owning a state of grace / Allows us to become our visions, / Being our truths without disgrace. / Jamie Sams Encaustic Painting / Support: Encaustic paper / Size: 8×10 / Tools: hot plate, iron, hot air gun / Medium: colored wax, clear beeswax and powder
-
Something a bit softer and bluer… / / Blue Day
RedBubble is a great place to find art, design, photos and writing from over 80,000 talented people.
You can buy their stuff
On stunning greeting cards, awesome t-shirts or beautiful prints to hang on your walls.
Risk Free Returns
It’s really simple. If you’re not happy with your purchase for any reason, we’ll fix it.
About RedBubble
Since February 2007 we’ve shipped over 316,700 items to more than 70 countries around the world.
Join In
Sign up for your free account, upload your work, join some groups and share your creative genius with the world.