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Sophia Lemon
Canada
344 creative works found
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Acrylic on canvas. / SOLD. / Here I managed to indulge using some of my favourite colours, creating a person and painting flowers. / I saw this beautiful sofa/chair in a magazine ad and wanted to incorporate it in a painting. So this is the end result. / What do you think her expression is saying? Featured in Painted Ladies Group
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size: 9×12/23×30cm / Acrylic on paper Sometime, I am very confused and wondering what is it all about. But this is just a moment thinking. For more information of originals, please visit / Lily Pang Art /
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Line drawing and scanned fabric stiched together in photoshop
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Shannan Edwards said / I love the tones of the image, the texture of the background, but most of all,. it makes me smile every time I see it and nominated this image for the Pay It Forward Group. / Thanks a lot, Shannan!
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Model: Jo O’Brien www.vividphotography.net also in this series: / see all collaborations with Jo here
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I lived in Australia for a year as do all backpacking Irish guys and for 7months of that year I lived here in Cardigan street, No.78. I lived with Matt, Michelle and Michelle and of course mad bad Jason also Adrian, English Gav and some other bloke whose name escapes me, Dando the dog god rest his soul, the sisters of Michelle L., Lily and Eda who visited with food from somewhere after they had a day working in Glebe market or not. The band I remember that the household liked, amongst numerous others was You Am I and we saw them in the Annandale as well as Skunk Anansie. I went home via Los Angeles and New York and 6 months later another Philip from Dublin had moved in. He turned out to be my classmate from a DTP course we did together in Dublin City. He told me himself in Hogans Bar Dublin in 1998. F…ing small world man! / This is Michelle on the classic smashed up house share sofa, which was not brown.
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Image by photographer Glennis SIverson, www.glennisphotos.com. Captured last year, this was the first studio portrait shoot I ever did. My neighbor let me take his purebred Bichon Frise dog, Ollie, as a last minute model stand-in after the other model of the human type canceled unexpectedly. Tragically, Ollie was killed a few months later when my neighbor’s house burned down. (He was not home at the time.) This photo has a lot more meaning now, and I’m so glad that I could take Ollie’s portraits before he died. The image captures his sweet spirit and wonderfully playful personality….. smile and all. :-)
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A contemporary urban lifestyle scene (best viewed large). /
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Acrylic On Canvas Concept: Indeed, love covers a multitude of wrongs, be it between with lovers, parent to child and friends. /
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It’s taken a while to find a new location, but at long last, here’s the latest in my abandonment collection… Enjoy :) —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / If you would like to purchase any of my art in a larger format, please contact me. Other works by Earthairfire:
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While we were roadtripping through New England one of our first stops was in Essex, Connecticut. The season was fall and our intention was to take in the wonders of nature, enjoy the fall foilage. In Essex we bought tickets for the Essex Steam Train and Riverboat. When we got to the ticket counter it turned out that the train had been reserved for a private party and not open to the public on that day but since it was just the two of us ( my husband and I) they said they would give us a private car. If you still haven’t figured it out well the private car looked like what you see above. It had this antique feel about it, reminded me of a time when these trains were the means of tranportation, nothing like the trains we have today. And then every once in a while the steam train would let out a tut. It was enchanting. The blue of the chairs so cool, so lush, the sun streaming in. A perfect stop on what turned into a perfect trip. / Sitting the old Fashioned Way
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I had this box at a show some time ago. The show was so dead I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a tumbleweed amble by and I was getting ready to pack up and call it a day. As I was trying to figure out which tchotchkes to wrap up first, an elderly lady came over to my table and picked this very box up, ever so gently. She ran her trembling fingers over the smooth finish and chuckled softly to herself. “Ah, this reminds me…” she said and then her voice drifted off. I reached out and took one of her hands – it was soft and very dry and I could feel every bone. “Tell me”, I said. I led her around the table to an empty chair and poured her a bit of tea from a Thermos. / “Oh, it’s a silly story” she said with a wave of her hand, “but if you insist. I used to take a walk every day, but I’d never walk in my neighborhood, no! I’d always take a streetcar to the nicest neighborhood in the city and I’d walk around those beautiful tree-lined streets and smell all those beautiful rich-people flowers and I would imagine that each and every one of those enormous stunning mansions belonged to me. Do you know what you hear in neighborhoods like that, besides birds? Pianos being played. Every other house, it seemed. It was lovely. I believed it was only fair that I should have one some day, so I spent some time considering which one I wanted. I was a very silly young woman, you see. Well, there was this one. It was the house of my dreams, a gingerbread Victorian with spires and turrets and balconies and beautiful stained glass windows like sparkling jewels. It took my breath away every time I saw it. I was sure that there was no possible way that the family who lived there deserved a house that lovely. It was out of the way, but I’d walk to it every time and it was on a cul de sac, so I’d stand smack in the road and stare at it with my mouth open just like a frog! One day I had gotten a late start walking so that it was almost dusk and the moon was rising by the time I got to “my” house. There was an “Open House” sign in the yard! It was being sold, I couldn’t believe it! I knew perfectly well there was no realtor there – it was much too late in the evening, but I went and tried the front door just the same. It opened! I crept in, hoping against hope that it was terrible inside so I could fall out of love with it and be tormented no more, but of course it was absolutely perfect in every respect. I would not have changed one thing about it if it were mine. I wanted to see everything because I knew I’d never get to see the inside of it again, it was like memorizing the face of someone you love. So having poked thoroughly around the entire house, I made my way up the staircase to the uppermost turret and opened the door. And imagine my shock when I found a woman and her cat staring back at me, just like on this box! Well of course, I screamed. And she looked just like this, Sabina, gazing right into my eyes with the most casual expression as if she’d been expecting me all the time and her skirt hiked up over her hips, giving that full moon coming through the window something to look at. She had the most beautiful backside I’d ever seen before or since.” Here, the lady looked up at me with a distinctly mischievous sparkle in her eye. I suppressed the urge to burst out laughing in delight. “So she poured me a glass of cordial and we became fast friends. Her cat’s name was Marzipan. How I loved them both!” The lady got a faraway look and was quiet for awhile. Of course, I tried to give her the box but she said that no, it would make her too sad, but that she was happy to have seen it and to have remembered her sweetheart for a little while. She thanked me for the tea and was on her way. And that’s the reason why the show at which I sold nothing was the best one I’ve ever been at. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2008. Copyright to this material is in no way transferrable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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I have been inspired by the Taylor Wessing portraits and have decided to put up a colour image.
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This image was taken for the 100 Steps Challenge over in the Melbourne and Victoria Group. It was taken on a vintage Kodak Instamatic Camera on 126 film. This was the first roll of film I have put through it, but I think I am really happy with the soft effect that the camera has. Enjoy.
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Whippet / Watercolour & Pen
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self-portrait
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West Milford, NJ / May 2009 Nikon D80 / 1/160 / f/3.6 / ISO 100 / 20 mm / Raw Featured in the Group: Who Needs Color for Beauty? / Featured in the Group: C.O.R.E. / Featured in the Group: Show Me a Sign
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My Labrador Lula watching the squirrels playing through the window. / /
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Artists Note: Who hasn’t ever wished for wings? A magic carpet, genie lamp, or a flying sofa lounge??? Baby giraffe has and his dream came true.
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This t-shirt was inspired by the fact that although TV is a great source of the latest news and some valuable information, it is also a powerful brainwashing machine that in time distorts your consciousness and the ability to think for yourself. If you ask, I will be happy to make any alterations to the design so that your new t-shirt will look the way you like it :-) The t-shirt was featured on the RedBubble home page on July 21, 2009: / PLEASE NOTE: All images copyrighted to © Olena Nikolsko-Rzhevska (All Rights Reserved – Worldwide). No image (in whole or in part) is to be reproduced, downloaded, copied, duplicated, modified, sampled, redistributed or archived without the written authorization of Olena Nikolsko-Rzhevska.
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