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lawn bowls has always had a special place in my heart…...these guys seem to share the dream… /
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found in a lane in Richmond.
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This one is inspired by the Halo Benders, the sonic combination of indie off-beat Calvin Johnson and Built to Spill legend Doug Marsch. Sure, the androgenous protagonist looks nothing like either, but we’ll say the inspiration is of a different kind of notion. / I’ve become intrigued by indie rebels as of late. People with an opinion that fight for what they believe in, especially when it comes to the idea of indpendant creation and chaos. Regardless of law. I think they’re awesome to put it in simpler terms. So this character spawned from that, out of a sketchbook image. The setting is inspired by the Halo Bender’s film clip to “don’t touch my bikini”. It can be viewed here; / A kinda sun bleached back street terrain. Chipped paint on old wooden stairs, dusty shaded cars and empty label-less beer bottles. The bleaching effect ended up being quite manga. My original intention was to have it quite simple and flat, but I felt this added a visual justification to the extreme contrast in tones. This ones for the modern rebels. / finished piece (297×420):
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so, um… can somebody remind me again as to why somebody would hate somebody else on the basis of skin (or in this case, feather) color? (inspired by James Victore and Barbara Kruger, two of my favorite graphic designers!)
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As you’ll see from my profile, I perceive myself as an outsider “at life’s feast”, as James Joyce might have put it. This self-portrait was the aftermath of being thrown out of an alcohlic partner’s flat at three in the morning: the next day I shoved my face wretchedly on a flatbed scanner, and this is what emerged. PROMENADE Mr Duffy…lived at a little distance from his own body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his own mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a predicate in the past tense. He never gave alms to beggars. - James Joyce November is my friend. / I welcome the blighting of the day, / The spite of liquefying rain, / The facts that things aren’t stars, but smears / Of distant lamps. / Let the dim branches of trees smother me – / I am one with their pulped leaves / Feeling myself to be an outsider at life’s feast / And preferring, perhaps, to contemplate / The dead eye of a costermonger’s mackerel / Or the vegetation that swallows memorial urns; / Indifferent, I am, to the sodden peat that sucks you down / Beneath a slabby sky, engulfing half-living lungs, / Drowning sentience in a blind clasp / - But maybe I’d note the texture of it, the odour of it / As I went under. I’d play the voyeur, as was my custom, / Because it seemed the safest bet. I could have been Mistah Kurtz / Wrestling the imponderable greyness of it all; / Except I had no grand, colonial army. / Suburbia had granted nothing, save everyone’s / Favourite social disease: a buzz of platitudes. / If I am Lord, it is of less than flies. / But you can call me a featherweight Mephistopheles: / Denied (at least) your cadaverous mass of noxious flesh: / A phantom of parchment sentiments, measured and profane. A collector of wayward minutiae, is what I am: / Repelled by nothing save my own face. / And yet, the pathology of this detritus everywhere / Continues to engage me. / Determined (as I am) to judge nothing / Merely to scrutinise and, perhaps, to quantify. / My chloroformed leisure is infinite - / As always it is, for those of us resolved / Not to do anything silly. I know it is important not to be dismayed / And rather, to adopt a proper scientific stance / With only a curious lump in my throat / To proclaim one’s human fallibility. / Vexed by the dissecting room / (Its rancorous brilliance of blades and lamps) / I preferred my research in the field. / A troglodyte, you’d say I was: / A misanthrope, perplexed by the Trick and the Dead / (At what was meant to be alive, and what was somehow not) / Emerging from shadow when I sensed a safe audience / And otherwise, seared by the cold in my skin / Like a confrontation, like murdered friendships. / An embryonic curl was my defensive stance. / Yet, with my mind in free-fall, / I’ll stand outside you, sense – November being / A senseless month. What’s that? How could it come about, my little life / Of studious calligraphy, extemporised on muddied earth? / Don’t ask, don’t ask. / I’d be two or three years old (they say) when the die was cast. / The other boys could make imaginary friends. I’d keep / An executioner. He never forgot a face, least of all mine. / His tutelage was frightful. One learnt how to gouge / One’s own liver – without the added expense of eagles – / And thank him for the privilege. One learnt restraint. / Others would have cried, ‘Somebody hear me, help me / Or let me die. Find me guilty, or let me go.’ / But of course, to earn a trial would mitigate one’s / Punishment. You don’t ask a mechanism to weep. / You don’t squeeze tears from a wafer. / I learnt frugality, to be content / With solitary confinement. Don’t ask if I seek death. Suicide is for rodents / And Norwegians. I want oblivion as my respite from / The poison stain of consciousness. My needs are simple: / To sail on air, like a swan at midnight: without thought, / Off to reclaim lifelessness, my simple option; / Better, at least, than what I must deserve: / Better than scalding gossip or / The intrigue of presumed denunciation, / The scouring of my back for unremembered crimes. * * / / How little wonder, England is my spiritual home. / The way of Little England, that was meant to be / For squandered misfits much like me: / Malcontents, whose rank grudges / Might allow a kind of wayward acumen: / Renegades, who nursed some ingrown canker like a pearl; / If only the pain of being alive; / The pain we felt – so, by a sinner’s inference, / The pain we must have caused to others. / You’d give us absolution, as when / I’d hear grass scrape my skin (somewhere across the globe) / And disappointment gave me my good armour. / England, we learnt, was meant to be / For butterflies upon a wheel, / Rustics and cranks, provincial visionaries, / The types you didn’t mess with. / (The ones nobody would hold, / Close to herself as she dozed, / Wanting you to keep her warm.) / …We’d all be in with a chance. Swept up to / Chariots of fire, we’d find again our voice, our aim. Ein feuchter Windzug…“A wet gust of wind / Ripples the grey waters; in a sad rhythm the sailor / Rows my boat…” Like a lion, grey in winter, / Wary of the twilight of its life / So an English seaside town / Crouches before a November fog. How could I know for myself? / I have not seen his great mane fall. / I have not seen the Promenade’s bright neon bite, / And suffocate on a damp extinction of air. / But this is the landscape of my mind. / This is the landscape of disappointment: / A scab out of time, kept moist by a northern sea. / A hope vanquished by silence, / Containing nothing waiting for the spring. Instead, a further summer’s dead. Knocked / On the head, for England and for me, / Another harvest of oblivion. / No pristine form anticipates its ruin here; / We know it crumbled long ago: / No ruralist’s Elysium came to grief. No / Pestilence flourished, whether of the soul or from without; / No worm in the night, it was, that sickened Blake’s rose: / It was instead, a necessary poison in the sap that filled / A budding form – and frankly, filled it best. / Always self-interest, that propelled each writhing shoot / In Marvell’s garden; and above, his milder sun / ‘That through its fragrant zodiac must run…’ / There too the industrious bee: / Each tiny set of scurrying feet, each claw, each selfish gene / Impelled, Darwinian in necessity, / Shooting out to feed an inner gulf. I loved our mythic Albion, Albion in autumn. I loved / Its captious intolerance and its compassion – the fact / It let me be, even me, whatever the cost, / Even though it knew what I was, even though / It was wearier, world-wearier, than I was – / This nation’s melancholic apparition, noble Albion; / Like our unicorn, like Moore and Russell’s apples. / Our mascot, and one more consoling falsehood. / Truth is: you die, or else you look out for yourselves. / Solicitude’s a luxury for comfortable times / And easeful minds. / / Look at this town, defeated and boarded up. / There is no appetite in autumn: / No clarity of hate (and that attracts me), / No trade to tout for, no words to appease: / No sunshine, to inspire a certain shame. / November is the indifferent month, mired in remote / Seclusion, a month of hopeless peace, and / Circles within stasis; of routine beyond / Resignation. It is (like England, like my own / Remembrances) a home to all, and haven for none. In my mouth, a shard of nickel. From my mouth, / The whisper of falling needles. Stephen Jackson 2004-2005
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“ol’ misery” designed by indie artist Eric Murphy of sadmachine.com Copyright 2004-2008.
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Don’t talk too much, russian poster of communism fear. During the Russian Revolution a movement was initiated to put all arts to service of the dictatorship of the proletariat. In search of new forms of expression, the Proletkult organisation was highly eclectic in its art forms. In practice it meant that artists had to produce works glorifying the leaders and policies of the Soviet Union. Art effectively became a form of propaganda.Posters and paintings works in Style later known as Socialist Realism sympathetic to the communist government include partisans, hammers,sicle, stars and industrial or agricultural landscapes were popular subjects, glorifying the achievements of the Soviet economy.Artists who could not work within the boundaries of Socialist Realism were send to the labor camps. Artists who chose to paint in alternative styles had to do so completely in private and were never able to exhibit or sell their work. (wikipedia.org)
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I figured… Hey, there should be a t-shirt version of this!!!! I’d wear it every time I pump gas!!!! Note: This is supposed to be a social commentary of the current state of our union, especially here in the expensive state of California, where this sad fact is almost true! Gas shortage my ass! Can you tell I am just a teeny bit bitter? :o) / CREATION INFORMATION Medium: Mixed Media Design, Digital Illustration. Technique: Digital Illustration from scanned original. Tools: Digital Camera, Photoshop CS3, HP Scanner. / ALSO AVAILABLE / Have You Seen The New Five Dollar Bill? Cards & Wall Art /
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A shirt for non-morning caffeine addicted coffee drinkers.
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A young man blinded by an obsession with designer labels and bound by an obsession with sex. Model: Josh Note: The digital noise in this image is intentional and was done with specific intent by the artist.
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Now you can be hip and trendy outside your social twitter feed with this witty appraisal of our cultural obsession with constant communication with the world. Grumpy outsiders can easily examine your 140-limit character message as you pass them on the street and will be forced to admit their failure to jump on the Twitter bandwagon has made them woefully unable to comprehend your pointed message, which is painfully obvious to even Twitter neophytes. Congratulations, you are one step closer to complete relevancy. Text reads “Referencing a burgeoning micro-blogging social network on this culturally relevant t-shirt.”
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digital image taken in the rain..hence the grainy looking marks on the lower part of the frame, I decided to keep them, its authentic…...... this urban space has many stories to tell….. Nobody knows me, like you know me. A stranger gave me a social disease.. / Some dirty jeans, A plastic loveless letter, the Naughty boy… Walk on by..Drop on in..Experience what’s within…The Motel. /
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a view of my mind!!!
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La Paz, Bolivia social services are not there -Canon EOS Rebel XT, Canon 18-55mm
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I laughed and laughed as I watched this drama play out in a wetlands area of the Comox Valley on Vancouver Island in Canada, where thousands of trumpeter swans spend the winter. I have no idea what is happening here, but I have witnessed similar events. The birds are talking as only trumpeters can talk, the wings flapping, and the bodies moving in a kind of dance. Nikon D300, Nikkor f4 600 mm lens, ISO 400, F9, 1/400s.
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This shot was taken last holiday season on a night when my wife and I originally set out to look for Christmas farolito shots. We found our route blocked for a Christmas parade and wound up on a side street just off Central Avenue in Albuquerque’s Nob Hill section. Happily, there was this beautiful green door, shining like a beacon. It turned out to be the best shot of the night and one of my favorite night shots ever. Pentax K20D, 3 seconds @ F3.5 with.5 AV compensation, 18mm.
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I have recently joined Twitter and this t-shirt is to celebrate this ;o) Enjoy. Brother Adam Youtube Video .
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RedBubble T-Shirt designs are printed on 100% cotton American Apparel fabric, and are available in cuts to suit men, women and children. To keep them looking great, wash them cold and hang them up to dry. Zazzle Get the hottest T-shirts on the Internet. Choose from thousands of funny, vintage and other great T-shirt designs then customize to fit your size and style. No minimums, orders produced in 24 hours, and 100% satisfaction guaranteed. Zazzle is THE place for T-shirts and all your custom printing needs! Personalize any shirt – Every design on any styles or colors (450+) – No minimum – Organic styles - / Sizes up to 6XL – Satisfaction Guaranteed An image that is freely available in the Public Domain on Wikipedia A humourous card reflecting on his famous quote and to honour the anniversary of his death – 23 September 1939. For more information on Freud check out Wikimedia or scroll to the bottom of this page. / / / ART CLASSICS BRAND IMAGE BRITAIN DRUGS SAYINGS SEXUAL INNUENDO SEXUAL INNUENDO / ANIMAL SERIES ART TO WEAR BIRDS CATS AND DOGS SERIES CELTIC SERIES CUTE SERIES DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT SERIES DIGITAL SERIES EINSTEIN SERIES FOR F*’s AKE SERIES GAY SERIES KISS SERIES LINE DRAWING SERIES MANAGRAM SERIES NATIVE AMERICAN SERIES PALINDROME AND AMBIGRAM SERIES PHALLUS SERIES PISS TAKE SERIES RUDE FOOD SERIES SEASONAL SERIES SIGN AND SYMBOL SERIES SMILE SERIES TEXT ONLY SERIES UK POLITICS UNDERWEAR SERIES VINTAGE BURLESQUE SERİES WTF IS THAT ALL ABOUT? My zazzle gallery has a premium range of gifts that are suitable for people of all ages and tastes: an eclectic collection of unusually imaginative, hip and sometimes beautiful designs. Enjoy browsing though this store and please feel free to comment: there is always room for improvement. / / / Some products from my Zazzle store Female Contemporary Art More Zazzle choices from Female Contemporary Art Wear my Art at Female Contemporary Art My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. All images are copyright © taiche. All Rights Reserved. Copying, altering, displaying or redistribution of any of these images without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / See more of taiche at Female Contemporary Art / / Baby Custom T-Shirts :dress that baby up with a special design on a custom t-shirt, long sleeve or onesize / Kids Custom T-Shirts .from organic t-shirts to long sleeve shirts, boys, girls, and toddlers can fill their fashion needs with a one-of-a-kind custom t-shirts for kids. Check out the latest organic t-shirts, sweatshirts, and girls shirts. And plenty of styles for toddlers too! Aprons / Bags / Buttons / Cards / Hats / Keds Shoes / Keychains / Magnets / Mousepads / Mugs / Postage / Postcards / Stickers / T-Shirt / Ties* Don’t forget my Calendar Section / / Sigmund Freud (German pronunciation: [ˈziːkmʊnt ˈfʁɔʏt], Sigismund Schlomo Freud (May 6, 1856 – September 23, 1939), was an Austrian neurologist who founded the psychoanalytic school of psychology. Freud is best known for his theories of the unconscious mind and the defense mechanism of repression and for creating the clinical practice of psychoanalysis for curing psychopathology through dialogue between a patient and a psychoanalyst. Freud is also renowned for his redefinition of sexual desire as the primary motivational energy of human life, as well as his therapeutic techniques, including the use of free association, his theory of transference in the therapeutic relationship, and the interpretation of dreams as sources of insight into unconscious desires. He was also an early neurological researcher into cerebral palsy. While of unique historical interest, many of Freud’s ideas have fallen out of favor or have been modified by Neo-Freudians and at the close of the 20th century, advances in the field of psychology began to show flaws in many of his theories. Freud’s methods and ideas remain important in clinical psychodynamic approaches. In academia, his ideas continue to influence the humanities and some social sciences.
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A hang out for young people and families. Public access to the Bogey Hole may soon be denied by the state government over maintenance issues. Looking out over the sea you often witness 70 or more ships spread across the horizon waiting to take more of the spoils of coal from our valley. None of these ships ever bring anything in or give something back. Maybe a proportion of these profits could be given for maintenance of our public areas in return. / See my blog: / http://savethebogeyhole.blogspot.com/
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Obamao ‘Chairman Mao’ Obama
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