Sorrow sorrowful Wall Art
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One of my most powerful works according to friends and family. Take from it what you will. Medium: Indian ink and Gray wash, Pantone markers and Photoshop CS2.
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..and it seems like yesterday that you were here. / Laughter filled the house, and love spilled from your eyes, / and I was happy. I see this place, it’s not the same. The / aching in my heart threatens to pull me under, and sorrow spills / from my eyes..and I am torn. I remember you. And I will always / remember you.. / / / / Dedicated to anyone who has lost someone near Christmas time. / Tomorrow, I will be going to the cememtary, and placing / fresh flowers on my Father’s grave, as I do every Christmas. / As Lumineaux said, not everybody is “happy” this time of year. / But Life does go on! And our loved ones would want us to be / happy too. :) Hope you all have a wonderful day tomorrow! / / / (taken today, at the abandoned farmhouse..)
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I cry the tears of sorrow, as there will be no tomorrow. I cry the tears of pain, as struggling is now in vain. I cry the tears of endlessness, as I am filled with emptiness. I cry the tears of love, as I now watch you from above. I cry no tears of sorrow, as there will always be another tomorrow … Picture made on Melaten cemetery, Cologne, Germany
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This profound quotation is commonly called St. Teresa’s Bookmark as it was found tucked into one of the great saint’s books. St. Teresa of Avila was a Carmelite nun who lived in Spain and was a great mystic and prolific spiritual writer. I created this image today for three people: for Barbara and Jerry, my mother’s neighbors who lost their home in a fire yesterday. All of their worldly possessions were destroyed in about thirty minutes. Barbara ran out of the house with her purse, her robe and house slippers, and the cup of coffee she was holding when smoke billowed everywhere. The other person I created this for is a friend, Brenda, who emailed me to say she was feeling low and needed a word of encouragement. I thought that these three people who are deeply troubled would be comforted by these words of enduring wisdom and truth. Maybe someone else needs to hear them, too. God help us all to remember that he alone suffices and he alone is unchanging and dependable.
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oil on stretched canvas 90×30 cm original is for sale, contact me via bubblemail or email (adress on profile page)
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Completed in ps whilst on the verge of falling asleep / my darlin girl has had me up past dawn nightly for awhile / she’s going thru a phase of bein an insomniac like her mother… All work (including images, and writings) copyright dimarie painter / / Click here for work details and credits if any apply… / Click on any category above for that genre… or / Click here to go back to my profile page ... thanx :)
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When someone mentions a ghost, most of us think of cemeteries, haunted houses, and human-sized transparent figures draped in sheets. / Likewise, the word “faerie” is usually linked with cute little figures with wings, magick, bright colours and merry mischief. However, mention a Banshee, and people squirm. / The Banshee, like a ghost, can represent death to many people, but that is not her actual role in folklore, or in our lives. The Banshee from the Irish bean sí, or bean sidhe (“woman of the síde” or “woman of the fairy mounds”) is a female spirit in Irish mythology, usually seen as an omen of death and a messenger from the Otherworld. / According to legend, one Banshee guards each Milesian Irish family; these are the families whose names start with O’ or Mac, though those prefixes have often been dropped, particularly by American families. / Nonetheless, there is a Banshee for each branch of these families, and the family Banshee can follow the descendants to America, Australia, or wherever the Irish family travels or emigrates. / Her moarnful cry can be heard anywhere. / The Banshee protects the family as best she can, perhaps as a forerunner of the “Guardian Angel” in Christian traditions. However, the time we are most aware of her is before a tragedy that she cannot prevent. Meaning, that traditionally, the Banshee appears shortly before a death in “her” family. Despite her grim reputation, seeing or hearing a Banshee is not what actually causes the death. / The Banshee herself is traditionally a very kind woman, as poet and historian W. B. Yeats commented, “You will with the banshee chat, and will find her good at heart.” / Perhaps her appearance and wailing before a death are efforts to protect her family from a death or other tragedy that she foresees. Here I have depicted her in her guise as the young woman she once was, tho her eyes are red from centuries of weeping and she still cries black tears. / Behind her perched majestically on the clifftop, the ruined medieval Castle of Dunluce sits still, once home to the great irish families. / Forever loyal she guards the ruins, weeping at the loss of the great families. / / “There were originally five towers; there are now only two remaining: “Macuilin’s Tower” on the east side, which contains the remains of a staircase, and a smaller tower seawards called Mave Roe’s Tower; so called after Mave Roe, supposed by some to have been a relative of the MacQuillins, and by others, their banshee, or fairy spirit, whose wail, they say, is still heard above the winter’s storm, and who keeps the apartment scrupulously clean, expecting the return of the former owners.” – From Sketches of Olden Days in Northern Ireland by Rev. Hugh Forde some interesting reading- / Banshees / Irish faeries / celtic magick / wikipedia – banshee / Legend of the Banshee / Dunluce Castle / thankyou for taking the time to view my art and (hopefully) comment… / please have a look at my other artwork… / hope you enjoy! :) /
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Chile’s Chaiten volcano has erupted, spewing lava and blasting ash more than 12 miles into the sky – and prompting officials to order a total evacuation of the surrounding area. Let us remember everyone in our thoughts today.
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gravity tries to break you, to wear you down. / it’s so much easier to sink away into oblivion / then to constantly fight, to hold it together / and defy the winds, the rains, the weight / of your own existence, of time itself. / a floor caves in, a fire breaks out, / another day passes and you find yourself / further and further from / where you started and what you envisioned yourself as being. / what goes up must come back down again / but the reverse isn’t true at all. / what goes down often stays there. / it’s hard to imagine why algonquin river state hospital / obstinately resists the inevitable, why it refuses / to acquiesce and with one heaving sigh rejoin the earth, / to let go of its quixotic quest / to remind the world of what it once was, / what it could have and should have been. / no one wants to hear anyway. no one wants / to look at this gaping wound, this real-life parable / that clearly shows in irrefutable terms / that many times the good samaritan never arrives, / that glorious ambitions are sometimes left to bleed out / and rot away, exposed to the elements, without / even the decency of a burial, let alone a memorial. / for a brief time algonquin river state hospital took flight, / bouyed by the belief in the kirkbride ideal, the hope / that society could and would care for those who had been / stricken with some of the most cruel and baffling illnesses ever known, / those diseases that contort the soul, poison the heart and mind, and cripple even geniuses and saints. / think what you will of what came of the way these goals were approached - / this is what happens when those ideals crash back into the ground. / what goes up always comes down. / it’s the simplest law of nature. / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—- photo taken at algonquin river state hospital. / more of my work is on www.abandonedamerica.org
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Inside our dreams Where do people go to when they die? / Somewhere down below or in the sky? / ‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems / They simply set up home inside our dreams Jeanne Willis
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photo taken at john f. grantham correctional facility. / more of my work is available at www.abandonedamerica.org
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“I pity the man who wants a coat so cheap that the man or woman who produces the cloth will starve in the process.” / -Benjamin Harrison / -—-—-—-—-—-——- if you would like to view more of my work please visit www.abandonedamerica.org – i just added a huge new gallery to the site today too! / photo taken at hollely brothers clothing factory
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A Lion once fell in love with a beautiful maiden and proposed marriage to her parents. The old people did not know what to say. They did not like to give their daughter to the Lion, yet they did not wish to enrage the King of Beasts. At last the father said: “We feel highly honoured by your Majesty’s proposal, but you see our daughter is a tender young thing, and we fear that in the vehemence of your affection you might possibly do her some injury. Might I venture to suggest that your Majesty should have your claws removed, and your teeth extracted, then we would gladly consider your proposal again.” The Lion was so much in love that he had his claws trimmed and his big teeth taken out. But when he came again to the parents of the young girl they simply laughed in / his face, and bade him do his worst. Love can tame the wildest
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Even if there are clouds in your life and your shoulders are stooped with care … look up! There is most likely a harbinger of happiness nearby – especially in Paris! “The Bird of Good Cheer – Pont Neuf, Paris ” was featured in the group European Everyday Life .
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Stock credits: Eye: SaligiaStock.deviantart.com / Model: mizzd_stock.deviantart.com / Water drop: wachowicz.deviantart.com
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Digital Photography 08’ /
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Kathy: Condemned “Insomnia clings like a wet corpse on a cold mortuary slab… Her crimes will not allow her to sleep…” Excerpt taken from “Insomnia” by Delphine de Noire Oil Painting 59.4×52 Copyright © DdN aka Medusa
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MAY YOU HAVE Enough happiness to keep you sweet, / Enough trials to keep you strong, / Enough sorrow to keep you human, / Enough hope to keep you happy, / Enough failure to keep you humble, / Enough success to keep you eager, / Enough friends to give you comfort, / Enough wealth to meet your needs, / Enough enthusiasm to look forward, / Enough faith to banish depression, / Enough determination to make each day / better than yesterday. / ~Anonymous / / /
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Drew this piece early this month while mending my stall early this month, listening to my ipod cos there’s not much customers on sundays.. I initially thought i’d call this “You can’t see me”... i was a lil confused by my drawing.. so i showed Karin and ask what she thought of it and she mentioned.. “You wish to remain hidden? You can’t see me, or are you saying ’ you won’t see me’ – is this you hiding your heart and your feelings behind the cutest teddy bear I’ve ever seen?” Love Karin!! XD i realised that my drawing’s prolly derived from my daily life at home.. i’m not allowed to express any sadness or anger or stress or pain etc. being too happy is wrong too.. even if i were to express them, she won’t see or acknowledge them.. she’d ignore my pain and agony, even if she’s the one that causes it while he’d worry thinking i’d go nuts anytime.. i miss Brown… PS: i really should be preparing for my stall.. but i got distracted by this while creating printouts for my pendants.. i won’t be logging back in till next monday.. eheh.. sorry.. Fall Strains by To Die For Where were you when I needed someone / To help me ease my pain / Where were you when I needed comfort / To get me through the day There was no one to hold my hand / When I couldn’t sleep at night / No one there to understand / Too scared to sleep ‘til daylight Another night without you / Another night of fear / Another night of loneliness / Wishing you were here Can’t find the light without you / Darkness calls me near / To another sleepless night / Whishing you were here Years we shared have lost their meaning / Wihtout you by my side / Memories of all the good times / Bring tears in my eyes Another night without you / Another night of fear / Another night of loneliness / Wishing you were here Can’t find the light without you / Darkness calls me near / To another sleepless night / Wishing you were here
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http://faestock.deviantart.com/ princess the rest is mine / I promise the last cemertry for a while
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Shes sad because her loved one left her :(!! oh noes!! hope you guys like!!
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photo taken at setting sun retirement home. / please come visit my site, www.abandonedamerica.org
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