This is a digital abstract piece using a flame fractal and photographic textures. / / / DATE OF CREATION : 2007.10.14th / / / © 2007 Nodakami
Speed 1/13 / F18.0 / ISO 400 / Focal 108.0 mm / In the day light, lucky me there was lots of clouds, ‘cause I had no filter at that time…
acrylic on canvas, 2006, 91×91cm, sold
In the belgian Ardennes forests…little dripping stars… Float, / Between two shores, / Look, / In the tepid waters, / For the ardent source… / Drift, / Between two dreams, / Hang on, / In our eyes of Archimedes, / The dripping star… Flotter, / Entre deux rives, / Chercher, / Dans les eaux tièdes, / La source brûlante… / Dériver, / Entre deux rêves, / Accrocher, / Dans nos yeux d’Archimède, / L’étoile ruisselante…
The 3 major world religions are represented here. The Ten Commandments represent Judaism and Christianity, and the crescent moon in the back is for Islam. I have the ape and human skeletons there to represent evolution. I wanted a picture that signifies the big debate we have in our society concerning religion or evolution. Please let me know what you think about this piece.
Please support me and favorite this piece here too click / Source of Everything at Deviantart it’s not quite what I had originally imagined, but I still think it turned out pretty. I was looking more for a galaxy feel with stars and white eyelashes. But I think this is just as good. This is supposed to represent the “source” or power of heaven, I feature myself as an angel.
In dreams, trees are the symbols of individual growth and development through life. Roots are the foundation: strong and deep means connection with spiritual source; shallow is poor support, unaware of inner strength. The trunk represents the backbone or source of strength. Limbs are talents and abilities, opportunities for self expression. The leaves are the many manifestations of your gifts, the results of flowering or producing in the world. This tree was photographed on Paradise Island, in the Bahamas and was a spot we loitered around alot while there for a week…a most powerful teacher and a magnificent standing person.
The road to cloud nine, where our new attitude energy is supposed to come from.
light painting. no editing. straight from the camera.
The dance of life never stops - / it is only we who fail to hear the music… BLACK-GRAY-WHITE and a drop of color The dance of life to life is walking between two great forces Failing to hear the music of denial in deaths and divorces Tuning the sounds of change constantly, is life’s metamorphosis Choosing to co-exist with all Mother Earth’s precious resources Until finally, we take anothers’ hand to dance in life’s ultimate source. tkrosevear 11/30/08 I believe sketched in Artrage, played with in photoshop to present to you ;)
Original artwork / Acryllic on Hemp. / this one was for my mum. she cried when I gave it to her, so i guess I must’ve done something right… lol see more at www.dlightworks.com
Here’s another shot of Garibaldi Lake which is location in Garibaldi Provincial Park. This image is part of this series of HDR images I took when we did this 18 to 20 km hike (return). It’s one of the easiest hikes around and can be done summer like winter in about 7 to 8 hours return. When you get to the campground on a clear day, your rewards is this ridge of glaciers feeding this alpine lake. This one hiking trail links up to other which brings you over and around the ridge to the right onto another plateau which I’m hoping to do this summer, probably a 2 or 3 day hike. Canon Xt with a sigma 17 -35mm lens, 2.8 / HDR treatment in photomatix, and better viewed full screen Other images part of this series are : / / /
The absolute – encompasses all potentialities and possibilities; it is everything that was, is, or can yet be. It is omnipotent and likewise remains undefined. Original rock painting with digital work done in PaintShopPro with post work in Gimp. Best viewed large. also available as black Tshirt in varying sizes and styles M09-8-0-25
I put my heart and soul into this. It was more or less simbolic of what was me as a child emerging from pain. From an abusive childhood that i can’t bring myself to describe without feeling numb and bewildered to this day. i made this…. doll thing, it’s parts glewed together with barbed wire i made, on a painted canvas. Original artwork still in my possession. The dark style and structure of this piece encourage the feel of being trapped in a nightmare for its audience. If you find this piece appealing you might enjoy artists such as- /
Found object art. This piece is all about how ppl see you. Being or atleast looking different in a small town stirs attention and reaction. I am comfortable with the way i look feel and act. But there are ppl who can’t wrap their narro minds around originality. or thinking differently. or seeing things differently. People judge and they lable, or discreadit you for being you. This is a piece for all of you who think out side of the box. What you interperate from this piece is yours and yours alone.
Located in the Indian Ocean, 1000 miles off the East African Coast, the Seychelles are the world’s only mid-oceanic granite islands. The islands appear to be composed entirely of giant stone slabs. Many of the beaches are framed by piles of boulders, haphazardly arranged in giant heaps and worn smooth by eons of wind and waves. This is Anse Source d’Argent on La Digue Island.
Fractal work done in Iterations with post work in Gimp and PaintShopPro. Best viewed large. variation of this image is also available as notecards IT-K-09-2-090419-30
Painting using acrylics, gels, pigments, oil pastels, graphite and wax. / 102×42cm
The human brain is my music machine. Everything starts from the human brain, just like the music. This is “The Source”. Finally placed 7th. Thanks to everyone who voted and supported it! / My entry for the Music Machines Challenge. / *Downloadable as iPhone wallpaper background here www.yanmostees.com
Best Viewed Large “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, / ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; / The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, / And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.” / Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain, / For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.” “I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; / Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly. / “There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin, / And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in!” / Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I’ve often heard it said, / They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!” Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, ” Dear friend what can I do, / To prove the warm affection I ‘ve always felt for you? / I have within my pantry, good store of all that’s nice; / I’m sure you’re very welcome—will you please to take a slice?” / “Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “kind Sir, that cannot be, / I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!” “Sweet creature!” said the Spider, “you’re witty and you’re wise, / How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes! / I’ve a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, / If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.” / “I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you ‘re pleased to say, / And bidding you good morning now, I’ll call another day.” The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den, / For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again: / So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly, / And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly. / Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing, / “Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing; / Your robes are green and purple—there’s a crest upon your head; / Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!” Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, / Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by; / With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, / Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue - / Thinking only of her crested head - poor foolish thing! At last, / Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. / He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den, / Within his little parlour—but she ne’er came out again! And now dear little children, who may this story read, / To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed: / Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye, / And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.” The Spider and the Fly / by Mary Howitt Part of “To Dance Between Shadow and Light” series. First image can be seen here Model: Danika / Photography / processing: Geoff Tv: 1/200 sec / Av: f/11 / ISO: 200
I’m not sure if this is the source of where imagination is birthed or a vortex sucking knowledge out of this realm… Featured in A New Aesthetic…. Divine and Otherwise Made with Apophysis 2.08-3D hack
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