Skeleton Wall Art
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Taken at Geauga Lake during the Halloween season. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-— / Canon Digital Rebel 400D / Geauga Lake Aurora Ohio / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / Click to View By Category: / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / Waterfall Photos / - Selective Coloring / - Infrared Photos / - Black and White Photos / - Animal Photos / - Downtown Cleveland
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This item will also be made available for T-Shirt soon. / . / . / . / Lisa C. Weber ©2007 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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I got this shot right before Halloween & edited it in Adobe PS. It has become one of my favorite “fun” captures. I know it is Christmas, but this is just for fun! Thanks for looking!! :)Kristi
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.................................................................................................This is another version of my previous uploaded pic entitled CODE BLUE. I am posting this one as someone liked this one better and wanted to purchase it. So…you may BUY it now. :) / Hugs, / Michael Sold 1 framed print to an RB member. / Sold 1 laminated print to an RB member.
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Id
by Shawn CossAs 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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Welcome Home Creation Date: 8.9.08 Shutter-stock – House Image / fallenagain stock – Birds / Lucy-Eth-Stock – Grave Stones / deathrockstock – Skeleton and Woman xbstock – Texture / amptone-stock – Texture The rest was done with brushes / and some of my personal clip art.
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Texture: / amptone-stock / sarahstock
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In the bestiary there’s also a garden. It’s walled off though, so the beasts can’t trample it! I loved painting the undulating fin shapes of this piece, so I had to do another. 15×30cm, watercolour, chalk pastel, ink, conte, iridescent pigments and copper leaf on canvas. In this one you can see the shiny copper:
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While out on the lake last Saturday I noticed several leaves floating in the water from the surrounding Cottonwood trees. The ones that were the most emotionally compelling for me were these simple skeletal remains. So much beauty in such frailty. A symbol of life. /
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Inspired by Clarissa Pinkola Estes’ “Skeleton Woman”, – A Tale of the Inuit She had done something of which her father disapproved, although no one any longer remembered what it was. But her father had dragged her to the cliffs and thrown her over and into the sea. There, the fish ate her flesh away and plucked out her eyes. As she lay under the sea, her skeleton turned over and over in the currents. One day a fisherman came fishing, well, in truth many came to this bay once. But this fisherman had drifted far from his home place and did not know that the local fisherman stayed away, saying this inlet was haunted. The fisherman’s hook drifted down through the water, and caught of all places, in the bones of Skeleton Woman’s rib cage. The fisherman thought, “Oh, now I’ve really got a big one! Now I really have one!” In his mind he was thinking of how many people this great fish would feed, how long it would last, how long he might be free from the chore of hunting. And as he struggled with this great weight on the end of the hook, the sea was stirred to a thrashing froth, and his kayak bucked and shook, for she who was beneath struggled to disentangle herself. And the more she struggled, the more she tangled in the line. No matter what she did, she was inexorably dragged upward, tugged up by the bones of her own ribs. The hunter had turned to scoop up his net, so he did not see her bald head rise above the waves, he did not see the little coral creatures glinting in the orbs of her skull, he did not see the crustaceans on her old ivory teeth. When he turned back with his net, her entire body, such as it was, had come to the surface and was hanging from the tip of his kayak by her long front teeth. “Agh!” cried the man, and his heart fell into his knees, his eyes hid in terror on the back of his head, and his ears blazed bright red. “Agh!” he screamed, and knocked her off the prow with his oar and began paddling like a demon toward shoreline. And not realizing she was tangled in his line, he was frightened all the more for she appeared to stand upon her toes while chasing him all the way to shore. No matter which way he zigged his kayak, she stayed right behind, and her breath rolled over the water in clouds of steam, and her arms flailed out as though to snatch him down into the depths. “Agh!” he wailed as he ran aground. In one leap he was out of his kayak, clutching his fishing stick and running, and the coral white corpse of skeleton woman, still snagged in the fishing line, bumpety-bumped behind right after him. Over the rocks he ran, and she followed. Over the frozen tundra he ran, and she kept right up. Over the meat laid out to dry he ran, cracking it to pieces as his mukluks bore down. Throughout it all she kept right up, in fact, she grabbed some of the frozen fish as she was dragged behind. This she began to eat, for she had not gorged in a long, long time. Finally, the man reached his snowhouse and dove right into the tunnel and on hands and knees scrabbled his way into the interior. Panting and sobbing he lay there in the dark, his heart a drum, a mighty drum. Safe at last, oh so safe, yes, safe thank the Gods, Raven, yes, thank Raven, yes, and all bountiful Sedna, safe… at…last. Imagine when he lit his whale oil lamp, there she – it – lay in a tumble upon his snow floor, one heel over her shoulder, one knee inside her rib cage, one foot over her elbow. He could not say later what it was, perhaps the firelight softened her features, or the fact that he was a lonely man… but a feeling of some kindness came into his breathing, and slowly he reached out his grimy hands and using words softly like a mother to child, began to untangle her from the fishing line. “Oh, na, na, na.” First he untangled the toes, then the ankles. “Oh, na, na, na.” On and on he worked into the night, until dressing her in furs to keep her warm, Skeleton Woman’s bones were all in the order a human’s should be. He felt into his leather cuffs for his flint and used some of his hair to light a little more fire. He gazed at her from time to time as he oiled the precious wood of his fishing stick and rewound the gut line. And she in the furs uttered not a word – she did not dare – lest this hunter take her out and throw her down to the rocks and break her bones to pieces utterly. The man became drowsy, slid under his sleeping skins, and soon was dreaming. And sometimes as humans sleep, you know, a tear escapes from the dreamer’s eye; we never know what sort of dream causes this, but we know it is either a dream of sadness or longing. And this is what happened to the man. Skeleton Woman saw the tear glisten in the firelight and she became suddenly soooo thirsty. She tinkled and clanked and crawled over to the sleeping man and put her mouth to his tear. The single tear was like a river and she drank and drank and drank until her many-years-long thirst was slaked. While lying beside him, she reached inside the sleeping man and took out his heart, the mighty drum. She sat up and banged on both sides of it: Bom Bomm!.....Bom Bomm! As she drummed, she began to sing out “Flesh, flesh, flesh! Flesh, Flesh, Flesh!” And the more she sang, the more her body filled out with flesh. She sang for hair and good eyes and nice fat hands. She sang the divide between her legs, and breasts long enough to wrap for warmth, and all the things a woman needs. And when she was all done, she also sang the sleeping man’s clothes off and crept into his bed with him, skin against skin. She returned the great drum, his heart, to his body, and that is how they awakened, wrapped one around the other, tangled from their night, in another way now, a good and lasting way. The people who cannot remember how she came to her first ill fortune say she and the fisherman went away and were consistently well fed by the creatures she had known in her life under water. The people say that it is true and that is all they know. / By Clarissa Pinkola Estes _From Women Who Run with the Wolves
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Sometimes I just can’t help myself This is the shield of a king fern, after the leaf dies, there’s a skeleton left…. desaturated and cross processed Canon 5D w 100mm macro and 12mm extension tube, f/3.2, 1/16sec, ISO 400
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just a fun photomanipulation.
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Self Portrait / It is a real x-ray that was taken of me before I had my wisdom teeth removed and I requested a copy of it to take home with me. © Jessica Walker 2008
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Location: Naher el Kaleb, Lebanon
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Calm Water
by DiadoBrighton beach at sunset. RAW conversion and curve adjustment in Photoshop CS2 (and a little other post-processing to bring out the colour of the water a little better). Filters used: Cokin P164, P671, P121S Camera: NIKON D80 / Shutter Speed: 6/1 second / F Number: F/11.0 / Focal Length: 18 mm / ISO Speed: 200
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Reincarnation Creation Date: 3.27.09 The inspiration was Dali and his works. The time on this piece was 52 hours, 50+ layers, (I lost count) and severe irritation but plenty of fun. Based strictly on Dali and his works. Model: normlifebabystock JLStock / unholy-stock / Iardacil-stock / mjranum-stock / magickmagpie / fallen-again-stock / *Photodream-stock / vallendesterstock / night-fate-stock / amptone-stock / ~xxx-0×0-xxx Ash Sivils © 2007-2009 No Derivative Works — You may not alter, transform, or / build upon this work in any shape way or form unless you / gain a waiver from me, not a representative. You may not / import, export, print, redistribute or claim as your personal / work. You may not sell this art or assign right to others, all / images are copyrighted please respect those rights.
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I scare myself. Perhaps I need help… Canon 450D / F-stop: 5 / Exposure time: 1/125 / ISO-speed: 400 / Focal length: 43mm. Edited on photoshop CS3. Experimenting with make-up and, er, terrifying myself to my very soul. Please tell me how I can improve this. It just doesn’t look right. I mean, photographically, the subject matter is clearly not “right” Featured in: / Makeup Creations and used as a cover image for their challenge ‘Eerie’ :) ...which it then won. / The Art of Intrigue / Theatrical and Staged Photography / Behind the Mask / 1620
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Combination of 2 images,sunset at Dog Rocks,trees near Anakie
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Taken in Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, USA. Driving along the park road early one morning, there was a small dip in the road where the early morning mist had lingered. I frantically shot as much as I could, knowing it would rapidly vanish with the sun getting higher in the sky. It was so unbelievably beautiful, I felt like I was dreaming ! / A very magical five minutes that is forever etched in my memory. / The tree skeletons are relics of that huge fire in the Eighties. I shot on my Canon EOS 40D, mounted on tripod, polarising filter attached, iso 100, Auto WB, f22, 1/15 sec, RAW file processed in Adobe Camera Raw, then CS3, with selective levels and curves adjustments, also selective colour. Other than that, the shot kinda took itself ! FEATURED IN / http://www.redbubble.com/groups/for-the-love-of-canon / AND / http://www.redbubble.com/groups/the-true-beauty / AND / http://www.redbubble.com/shots-in-the-fog / AND / http://www.redbubble.com/groups/made-by-nature /
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Stay tuned for more B-movie adventures of Shadowman with the brilliant artists Mel Brackstone here and whatsthatbeeping here. / I loved shooting with these two guys, please check out their superb portfolios. / This shot was taken at the abandoned nurses quarters at the Royal Brisbane Womens Hospital, then played with in Photoshop and a texture added. / No monsters under the stairs were harmed in the making of this image.
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