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Resources: / PersephoneStock / sxc.hu © Manolya F 2008. All rights reserved. / You may not reproduce, modify, distribute, publicly display or perform, or prepare derivative works by using my works. Sold as framed print
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taken at Fountaines Abbey in Yorkshire – and amazing medieval monastry – this is Fleur trying to get in a locked door.
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/ MCN: CE8AF-C274C-91FDF / / © Imber 2007. All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Imber. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from the artist is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.
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A study of gold light reflecting off the nib of a calligraphy pen.
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We all know about the story of this famous nanny !
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This image came about in an awesome way for me. Two weeks earlier, the model, Margrit, was telling me a bit about her life. She’s lived and travelled in many countries and taken lots of opportunities. She has also achieved great success with her photography. Several weeks later, I had an unusual chance to photograph her in an old train – the perfect location to reflect her life’s journey. / In Australia, Margrit has achieved her LAPS and AAPS, and is the only West Australian women to received international photographic honours AFIAP. She’s a perfectionist and it shines through in her work. Visit Margrit’s website For enquires about canvas prints, or photographic prints larger than Redbubble options, please contact me via bubblemail
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was a fairy tale / was a dream / became real… Resources / http://redheadstock.deviantart.com/ / http://syndroid.deviantart.com/ / http://dizzz-stock.deviantart.com/ / http://dracoart-stock.deviantart.com/ / http://lynel04-stock.deviantart.com/ © Manolya F 2008. All rights reserved. / You may not reproduce, modify, distribute, publicly display or perform, or prepare derivative works by using my works.
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acrylic on paper 14”x17” / Dancing in lighted pools of Jello-textured neon. “That’s the way to do it,” an old stranger called to the young man who, being suddenly aware of what he was doing, stopped, looked over his shoulder and glanced down at the ragged multi-colored sheet that was pulled tightly around his shoulders. He leaned back and peered up at the sun. Smoke rose from the side of a brick building and the odor or ginger floated through the air. The source of both puzzled him, as he remembered distinctly thinking he was the only person in the world just a few moments before. The old man smiled a toothless smear of flabby lips and bowed down to the dancing youth, who smiled back, jiggled aimlessly for a few seconds on thin, scratched legs and then sat down on a patch of grass in from of a building that had been painted by clowns. The young man pulled back the corner of his gown of rainbow hues and let out his heart, which had been beating all along, but in being freed, started to do a dance all of its own, though it had no legs. It also sang, which surprised the young man as he had always thought he was mute.
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Inspired like a lot of my work, by the book The Secret Garden. I am facinated by / the notion of secret doors which may lead to magical experiences or new adventures.
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/ Framed – off white matt in walnut boxed frame / / Greeting Card Magic Elephant is a pencil drawing on A3 Cartridge paper (acid free) which I’ve altered slightly digitally, adding some sepia and pastel flourishes, along with an overlay. The Magic Elephant is another of my latest works in the “Connecting” series, i hope you like her….thank you for looking :) / Looked like this before I coloured it digitally
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My work was featured in the group Video Montage / ( Thanks Muscular Teeth and Butchart ) Excerpt from “Abigail’s Friends” written by Anthony Hedger illustrated by Carrie Glenn. ...“I think we better go back now.” She whispered to the butterfly. / “Why?” The butterfly asked. “It’s only my friends and they are having a special tea party just for you, come on and I’ll introduce you to them.” / “Er, ok, if you think I’ll be alright?” / “Of course you’ll be alright.” The red fox called to her. “Come on your tea is getting cold.” / So for the next two hours Abigail sat with Mr. Fox, Mr. Bear, Miss Rabbit, Ms. Blue bird and a hundred different butterflies and had tea and cake and chatted as though she had known them all her life. She gave each of them a big, big hug after and thanked them for making this the best birthday ever. / “Er, just before I do go home, how did you know it was my birthday anyway?” / “You could say a little bird told us.” The bear said gently and they all began to laugh…read more You can contact Carrie at: carrie@carrieglennstudios.com and please visit Carrie Glenn Studios* /
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June 26th How excited I am! Tomorrow is my birthday, and my sisters have told me that Papa will be arriving first thing, and that he has a very special treat in store for me. Naturally since learning of this, I have been at pains to discover what awaits me. Yet to my utter dismay, when I try to interrogate my sisters , they will only say that they are sworn to secrecy, then glance at one another and burst into infuriating giggles. I feel that if I am to succeed in my endeavour to extract the necessary information before morning, I must first get to each of them separately, then use all the cunning and ingenuity inherited from my beloved father. What springs immediately to mind, is to adopt the guile of one of Nature’s predators and pursue the weaker of the pack. Knowing as I do of Audrey’s great fondness for fruit bonbons, I shall arm myself with said items, and make my way to her bedchamber this very evening. Let us see how long her lips remain sealed when such delightful confection is offered in exchange for her secrets!
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Lisa C. Weber ©2007 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/6266450/ / (Please do not repost this on Photobucket or Flickr!) / —-—-—-—-——- If you listen close, you can hear the leaves of the tree whispering fables to the fox as dusk closes in…. Credits: / —-—-— / Fox: http://www.sxc.hu/photo/943363 / Tree: Dreamstime #800828 / All else: My own
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honey turns ink / black river runs / and untold stories remain silent… . gorgeous rare bird sometimes strangest things happen… / i painted this today at work… / was very happy with it until i took a break for dinner… / when i came back, i overworked it… again… / unhappy, i made her mascara run… / and seems at about the time, she uploaded this image ... selkie is an amazingly talented artist/poet who’s been inspiring me lately… each time i see her portraits, i get an uncontrollable impulse to paint her… cannot help it… ;P thank you so much, selkie, for your friendship… you are an inspiration… . o5.12.2oo9 / acrylic on canvas / 18”x 36” .
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Lithuania, Ukmerge region, Seriai village /
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Watercolor and pencil, original available. / This image is about entering the Faerie dimension and on another level, the soul’s journey. Soul knows no time, and thus, as in the realms of fairie, night and day occur simultaneously. The soul seeks unification with all that is, desiring above all else to return to the Source. I envision it as feminine nnd forever seeking blissful reunion with the Beloved and here, have personified Soul in the countenance of a young woman. Her neck is elongated, for bodily distortion is associated with shamanic journeying into other realms, humans in the fairie dimension, and a symptom of visions attained after consuming Amanita mushrooms in shamanic ritual. Above Soul’s head, as if guiding and protecting, two wrens (messengers of the goddess Rhiannon) display the triple spiral within a flaming sun disk. The spirit of the land appears as golden goddess within an unfurling blossom. Amanita mushrooms and a living tapestry of centuries -old mycelium, weaves the woman, web like, into to her surroundings. The mycelium, a metaphor for ancient wisdom teachings, interlaces fantastic totem animals with herbs, celestial symbols, and the cosmic egg of creation. Honeybees, metaphors of wisdom, and ladybugs, my personal symbol for guardians, flit across the image. The interweaving of these elements symbolizes the living, timeless organism that is earth. The animals in this painting are connected with the Goddess and some, like the salamander, have alchemical associations. The bee is a Druidic totem connected with wisdom. The Ladybug one of my personal totems for good fortune and blessings. I placed my Ladybug here as a wish for good fortune to whomever looks into this painting. The Cosmic Egg hangs at her throat chakra, wihtin it is the void. The leaves are those of the world tree, in which new souls roost waiting to be born into this earthly dimension (A widespread shamanic belief). About the Symbolism: The combined elements are symbolic of Wholeness, unification with all that is. Reverence for the land and all upon it is the first step in an evolving consciousness. Spending time in natural surroundings, and with animals and plants reconnects us to what is Real. An inverted interpretation might be: When we wander off the path chasing will ‘o the wisps, the forest is dark, threatening place. Shadow and thick foliage hide unseen threats, and the wide path gradually narrows to a winding deer trail until suddenly there’s nothing left to follow. We are lost. This is the time for stripping life to basics, keeping only what’s needed for survival. If feeling indecisive, unsettled, restless or frustrated, set down the unnecessary baggage. Look closely at friendships and allow the superfluous and damaging ones to lapse, or sever them completely. Keeping life clean and simple is a good way to start finding the way back. Look to the in – dwelling goddess, trust Soul’s nature. Look for the sun, and move toward the Light.
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When Brownie was alive we’d ride our bikes through the dry heat and down the red dirt tracks, tires popping as pebbles flew from our paths, always a hot wind harsh and unfriendly. How I hated that wind. Somehow as children though, we overcome things like this, death and heat, sometimes as adults it’s harder. / At the river we’d gather the stones that had been shaped by the water that ran forever through the valley. Its a trickle now, with the years of drought that followed. But I see it as it was, a brown green snake slithering and winding, seemingly never ending. / Once the stones had been rocks and boulders, hills or cliffs by the ocean. Something for man and animal to stand on up high, or perch, bearers to things seemingly unreachable, but now they were small and worn, carried and tumbled and rounded into submissive pebbles. All semblance of might long gone. / When we had a pile we’d skim them. Counting the bounces, seeing who could throw furthest, bounce highest. Now the stones from our hands were glorious things, slicing through the air and slicking off the water, shooting and arcing. / Alive once again. Michael Douglass, 2009.
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A piece from my “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” Series / model – Laurie Love
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/15905899/ / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- I imagine he’ll stick to happier tales from now on! :D Stock Credits: Rat, and window: :iconxnickixstockx: http://xnickixstockx.deviantart.com/art/Headache-64579833 / http://xnickixstockx.deviantart.com/art/Window5-62888386 Candlestick: :iconLunaNYXstock: http://lunanyxstock.deviantart.com/art/candlestick-pack-01-34412835
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/ (Mocha timber frame/off white matt/medium size) / Greeting Card hand drawn on paper / digital painting Legend of Little Geisha / art and story by K Taylor (4/09) In the village of Ishekawa by the Sea of Japan lived a poor couple who wove and carved for a living. The couple had no real possessions but were content with the beauty of the mountains and the sea surrounding them, and happy to be together. The only thing they wished for and did not yet have, was a child to call their own. One day, an ancient crone visited their home and as always, the couple offered their hospitality, gave her rice cakes and sake to warm her belly. The old crone, in return for their kindness, bestowed upon the couple the ability to have a girl child. The child grew from a seed into a strong and beautiful young woman, glowing with pride and joy, she was the delight of Ishekawa by the Sea of Japan, and many young suitors came to visit and pay her homage. But as is the way with old crones, you can never quite trust them to do you a favour without some twist in the tale. Unfortunately, the seed from which the child grew, began to sprout roots, and she was bound to the earth. In time the beautiful young girl became a majestic tree and all the birds from near and far came to perch and nest in her branches, she gave them shelter from the wind and rain, and everyone who knew the legend realised the tree was actually the Little Geisha. / here’s the drawing (above) prior to being digitally coloured
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