Space world
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I was playing around with a sunset photo I had taken, when I got the idea for a planet similar to Earth, populated with humanoid type creatures who find something to grumble about regardless of the situation. Their conversation might go something like: I can’t believe it Zhrikplatth, that’s the third time this Dasnuba that the skyhop has been late. Keep your veins in, Krryp, at least we can enjoy another methane sunset while we wait.
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Reload and new crop and framed.
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This Siberian tiger is following the footprints of his dinner. Beautiful but menacing. An oil painting.
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One of those quiet magic moments when nature comes to you. Perhaps the only time you hope you don’t get a bite. Oil on board 14” x 12”
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Multi-tiered cloud strata with sunset.
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Who knows what we’ll find if (when) we eventually explore other worlds? Just imagine the cans of soup these mushrooms could supply. Acrylic
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While we have largely banned animals from our circuses, who knows what happens of other worlds. And how big would their arenas have to be, let alone their food bill? Acrylic. and sawdust.
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Bathed in fire, baptised in horror, / a new breed of death is born of the old, / A Mother resigned to her savage fate, / An alien child is death incarnate. (See also with text version) The adventurous reader may be aware of the creature featured in the ‘Alien’ series of films. Few, however, are aware of the real-life personae of this theatrical invention. But here now, for the first time on this planet, I present the history and lineage of the real-life creature that is called “Morboae”. Morboae (pl) are natives of the planet Narcisyum in the as-yet undiscovered galaxy of Gorton. Undiscovered, I should add, by earth – but well known and well avoided by other civilized worlds. Morboae are the correct name for the creature that is birthed in this image. In presenting the history of the Morboae, it is essential to give – albeit sparingly – some account of it’s parentage – the Lithegoths. This is especially so since the birth of the species Morboae marked the end of the species Lithegoths. Evolution is a cruel and heartless director of fortunes. The Lithegoths were a relatively docile species of almost dinosaur-like physique. The Lithegoths bore a startling resemblance (to you humans) to the grotesque offspring of a Coelophysis and a duck. Though carnivorous, they were not voracious in their pursuit and killing of other creatures. They hunted and ate for survival, and when not hungry were quite approachable by almost any other creature. In contrary to both Coelophysis and ducks, however, they bore live young, and reared them with a love and tenderness almost unheard of anywhere in the known galaxy. It is sad, therefore, due to some unforseen and certainly uncalled for stroke of evolution, that these relatively peaceful creatures would suddenly, and in as little as the equivalent of 2 earth years, give birth to – and be devoured by – their own offspring – the Morboae. As Narcisyum was unsettled (though occasionally visited by biological observation teams) there is no known cause of the sudden mutation of the young Lithegoths. All that is known is that instead of the Lithegoth young being born through the female birth canal, suddenly – and violently – the Morboae burst straight from the stomach and – with a ferocity which is almost beyond even today’s jaded belief – they immediately lauched themselves into their parents (Lithegoths) faces and devoured them. So was born the race that was to be known as the Morboae – the devourers. Within 2 earth years, there were no Lithegoths alive and the Morboae roamed the planet. The Morboae reproduction cycle was completely different to their Lithegoth parentage. They utilized an three-stage reproduction cycle – begining with egg-like incubators (called Truks). These hatched into a mobility-oriented creature (the Placusii) which then used live animal incubation to produce the final stage of Morboae life form. Contrary to popular belief they retained at least the attributes of male and female, with both being sexually active. Eggs, therefore, could be found anywhere and everywhere. Unlike the Lithegoth, the final-cycle Morboae are voracious in their hunting and killing. Any creature they manage to catch is torn to pieces in a matter of seconds (including the Maxidontal Arionis – the toughest of the Hamilbest octoped pack beasts). The hosting creature in the third reproductive phase could be virtually anything above 23 drilums (about 25 kilograms). As a consequence, in less than 5 years the entire animal population was dead other than Morboae. This is where the story should end. A dead planet, a dead-end in evolution. This is where story should end. But it does not. Because Morboae in the egg-phase can live for many millions of earth years. And planets are no so isolated as human beings seem to think. Morboae could have escaped Narcisyum by many means – the unlucky botanist, the occasional tourist and so forth. But in reality, they escaped that planet and have now taken over most of Gorton (the galaxy) because of greed. Greed, you see, is not purely a human trait. A group of interstellar profiteers discovered that the Morboae made exceptionally fine eating. It was hailed as the gourmet discovery of the era. Morboae eggs were shipped far and wide across the galaxy and consumed in all of the best houses and star liners that could afford the prices. As it is written in the Contrata Do Riortae – “Life shall find a way”. (tr Treos) The Morboae reproductive cycle infected many transports, sending many cargo transfer ships into uncontrolled crashes on to populated, and barren planets. And so, even now, the Morboae lives on. The dead end of evolution spews forth into the universe until everything is consumed. This is the history and lineage of the Morboae as told by the History Records of the United Biological Defence Corporation.
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“Faster Mnlik, they are gaining on us!” “Keep your party hat on dear, they have forgotten to raise the landing gear on their “Beatle”.” Mnlik allowed himself a self-satisfied smile, while closing the right wing pod slightly to deflect them away from the cliffs. The Hihangers would not be happy if their city rest time was disturbed in any way. He need to maximise the downdraft and use the sweeping air currents through the gorge, to increase his advantage before Bloddk, realised his mistake and raised the legs. Bloddk would not win this year, Mnlik decided, his jovial headgear from the festivities belying his determination. Ever since the early transmissions from Earth all those millennia ago and the “Fab Four” had been popularised into local culture, the planet had changed. A change for the better he thought. In the old days, it was all work and no play. Public and even private displays of emotion were frowned upon. Not anymore, he grinned. The images, filtered through the space-time warp, were grainy, but enough data had arrived to let them know that they were not alone. The priests were wrong, there was life elsewhere after all. From what they could gather, they were humanoid like themselves and maybe “The one who had arrived” to tell them about immortality was also wrong… laughing and finding things funny was probably ok, and just maybe, winning a Beatle race would not consign your soul to hlekka for eternity. Their minds were opening, it felt good. “What are you smiling at, Mnlik?” questioned Frontalia, twisting her head to keep their pursuers in sight. “You know if you lose concentration in this gorge, we won’t make it ahead of them and there are rumours that the river snappers are back to their old tricks, so don’t get too close to the acid. “Relax darling, I was just thinking about how we carved their faces over the vector shields on our craft. They honour life forms, light years away, whom we will never meet. What matters though, is that the carvings remind us not to go back to the old ways.” They flew on in silence, both deep in thought, the race almost forgotten. In the background a song from Earth soothed their minds- ”...on and on, across the universe…”
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I don’t use acrylic very much, mainly when I’m using an airbrush. I felt the urge to do another space scene and just had to get it out of the system. I shall now calm down and go back to landscapes, portraits and cartoons. If those life-forms are welcoming humans to their planet, I wonder if they know what they’re letting themsleves in for…apart from the common cold! acrylic and board.
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. This artwork was featured in Sold! and In Another World One of my first autobiographical pieces. A poem for this image can be found in my book, Heaven’s Champagne. Info for Sold! Group / Sold a small laminated print to an RB member.
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Forteana / Available as an art print, poster and card. Charles Fort was a Dutch-American writer who has inspired sci-fi writers with his wild and often visionary glimpses into the future. Today the word Fortean has come to mean anomalous phenomena. Fort was fascinated with UFO’s, the existence of other worlds and he predicted the space race, and how space travel would someday become commercialized. / Stephen King used the works of Charles Fort in The Firestarter, and his influenced many writers and his influence can be seen in Hellboy, the Necronauts, The Morning of the Magicians and if you get a chance to read his works, you’ll find even more instances where he has influenced popular culture. / !Image copyright © 2008 Shanina Conway. / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited
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New Worlds
by Jackystock from NASA and my own resources
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I created this artwork with two different fractal programs (Apophysis and The fractal explorer) To create the bubbles and get the endresult I used the tools of PhotoImpact and Photoshop. / Designer: Thea Walstra / CanDuCreations / /
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Imagine a frozen planet where the sun never shone and there was only ever winter…..
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Here’s another reason space rocks…..............Slee Dragon Wings. What you may ask are Slee Dragon Wings, well’ SDW’s are the best delicacy in the know universe, and maybe in a few unknown ones as well. Every 70th turn of the moon “CandyRock”, the SD’s hatch in the gelitinous pink craters of said moon, they suck up the sweet pink nectar, and when their wings are thick and heavy, they lift off the surface. Once beyond the pull of the moon, they float in space until meeting the gravitational / pull of the planet Candy Wings, floating gently down through the atmosphere and pulled by the lure of the Big Rock Candy Mountains and the sweet treats that await. After landing their 4 wings break off, they then burrow into the sweetness to find a mate and breed. The wings are gathered by the older Slee Dragon females and sold off-world at a fine profit. / The delicacy can be savoured at many top-end eateries across the Universe. Recipe. 4 Wings (nobeing as ever eaten more than 4) / 3 succulent Grimbil Eggs / 5 measures of Kram Lizard Brains / 4 bottles of Guinness ( aged 100 years ) Marinate wings in eggs and brains for at least 5 months. / then cook slowly over a bed of hot Creelab Bark ashes ( about 4 hours) Serve with a sprig of shamrock. Wash it all down with the Guinness. A feast, just talking about it makes me salivate,mmmmmmmmmm good, a tad expensive, but well worth the creds. Dragons and plants created in Bryce.
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loVe shapes my world :) from my heart balloon collection of paintings inspired by love ,life, and freedom -acrylic on canvas Copyright © Amanda cass. All rights reserved My images may not be reproduced in any form without my written permission.
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With the global economy caught in the gravity of the financial crisis, it’s sad that programs like the Constellation Project will have a long wait before anything truly gets off the ground. / / NASA’s Constellation Project is set up to finish the International Space Station, retire the Shuttle Fleet and build a whole new fleet of space vehicles which will take us back to the Moon, then Mars and then the places beyond. / / But with Congressional limitations and funding cutbacks due to the financial crisis, as well as being stuck with a complicated and restrictive “go as you pay” finance structure it’s unlikely we’ll be seeing any groundbreaking manned space flights in the naughties. / / This image represents a fleeting memory of a childhood dream to see man explore our planets and then the stars beyond and it’s one of the few things as a child I looked up to America for. / / The universe is a big place and we’re yet to make it out of our solar system but without programs like the Constellation Project, man may never ever get to make another giant leap. / / DETAIL / / / /
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Today I drove from my old home to my new home, so in the morning I drove from the past into the future. / And when driving alone I listen to music, on my journey into the future today I listened to the sound track from *The Last of the Mohicans a challenging sound, a sound of the future, but also the sounds of the death chant of the “People”. So with that I drove into the dawn, in my mind there formed the image of northern regions, forests, lakes and rivers, and thats where I’m heading, to my new home on the river. But of course that image is for the future, it won’t go away, it will wait for when its needed. So with the day at an end, I have to return to the past, because the transition is still taking place, both physically and mentally, the past pulling me back, and the future just beyond the horizon. And so on the drive home I listened to ” Spirit Chaser ” an album with the sounds of the Skin Drum, the Rain Stick and just a pinch of the Didge, and in the background of the sounds of the deserts and forests, and bush. All this from the Anglo Irish group “Dead Can Dance” Showing me that the past will always be there, back beyond the mountains of the mind, it catches and is caught on the sharp edges and the imagination will bring it out when needed, but not always as remembered, for the imagination is not infallible. And so this is my image for this day of change and transition, its an image of deserts and ageless continuation, and a place to confront the Spirit Seeker, and yes,as with all things, it waits for me on an alien world
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So called after Greenmo the Bold met Impermos the Grey Rider in mortal combat. Here at this ford on the Nylass River, Greenmo & the Rider fought for 65 turns of the moon, under the shadow of Grimmss World. / Having used every weapon and teaching at their disposal, and having spent the nights sharing a campfire. / They both knew that tomorrow one would pass on to a greater battlefield, whereas the winner would claim the Golden Chalice and so be crowned king. / .................................................................................................................... / Maybe it should have been called, Greenmos Folly. Featured in Alien Worlds/Landscapes
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featured in A Fractal Energy Passion 10-02-2009 / featured in A Fractal Energy Passion 09-25-2009 / featured in Digital Artists United 09-24-2009 / MUSIC No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us. At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way. And that’s how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars – bright green, drawing a green mist behind it – a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,’ he said. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one – but still they come!’ Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot… and with faint sounds of movement coming from within. Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,’ he said. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one – but they still come!’ ‘Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,’ he said. ‘The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one – but they still come!’ It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all seemed so safe and tranquil. / / created with Apophysis & Incendia
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The whole world and the stars surrounding it seem at times to be almost touchable. Almost as if they are part of me as i am them…. I know that i will one day land amongst the stars and become part of the energy that they portray….. Until then i will absorb the beauty of the world as if it was my own child…..
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Every 300 years or so the planet Hale’akala glows red with anger, it is then time when offerings are made to the Goddess Pele. A time when our old and unhealthy give themselves, so that the strong may live. Stories and legends tell that this tower that rises 500 feet above to sea was once a great sky ship, and it sailed between the stars, it brought the people here to this place. / Our people have some very strange stories, how could something so big fly? But then I am old and unhealthy, the mind is slipping….........................so
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