Storytelling
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Most people who have children or grandchildren are familiar with the Itsy Bitsy Spider song. When I spotted this very tiny spider (which I almost missed seeing altogether because it was so miniscule), I thought immediately of that childhood song. I took its picture and in PS, I placed the lyrics of the song right alongside it in remembrance of all the times I sang this with my children as they were growing up and am still singing it with my grandson who is now four. This may be a Mabel Orchard Spider, but I’m not sure. The field guides say it is 1/8 inch long. If anyone knows what kind of spider this is, I’d appreciate a word from you.
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As a reader Tarot has fascinated me for many years. I love the connection it creates between you and the querant – the privilege of being let into their life for even a brief time to explore things that really matter to them. And the process of giving them the gift of maybe seeing something that had been intractable to them in a whole new light. / I also love masque and candle light so Alison joined me to try and pull these different elements together.
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The storyteller, an old raven waiting for you to sit down on the bench so it can tell you the story of your dreams. Stock used: / http://peace-of-art.deviantart.com/ / http://solstock.deviantart.com/ / http://d-is-for-duck.deviantart.com/ / and from sxc.hu
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If I was ever going to write a thriller this would be the back drop to the murder.
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Portrait of Mary Shelley - Caught Between the Moon and Candlelight (1797 - 1851)
by Barbara SparhawkMary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley, Writer, Poet, Shooting Star. Oil on canvas. / The author (at 18 years old) of FRANKENSTEIN. A woman of such profound personal courage, of stunning highs and lows, it boggles the imagination. Mary, I adore you. / A rebel who dodged convention, whose parents were famous free-thinker free love radicals, whose mother died giving birth to her, who was sent to Scotland at 15 for a good education, and who ran off to live with two of the most famous, revered, dangerous, and notorious wild-men poets (when poets ruled) Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron. It had to be like setting up housekeeping with Mick Jagger & Lou Reed. / Ostracized for romping through English tradition, she and Percy Shelley eloped to France, then moved into a castle on Lake Geneva with Lord Byron, proceded to practice Latin & Greek, write, live, and outdo each other. The very good looking bad boys were notorious for debts, affairs, abandoned children, sexually extravagant lives, and a trail of broken hearts. But they wrote gorgeously. Percy Shelley & Lord Byron remain two of the finest poets of the English language. / In what she called “a waking dream” teenaged Mary Shelley started to write Frankenstein, and published it finally under her own name, producing one more shock that an English woman could conjure stirring horror. She and Shelley traveled, changed countries like you’d change socks & became increasingly famous. Mary was pregnant many times, but six children miscarried, or heartbreakingly lived, to die as toddlers. One boy survived adulthood. She was in and out of depressions, trying to keep Shelley happy and produce her own original work. In rough Italian seas near LaSpezia, the accomplished sailor and non-swimmer Percy Shelley drowned. He was 29. Mary was 25, and felt her life ended. The extremes of drama that populated all their days astonishes. Lord Byron and a friend made a pyre on the beach to burn Percy Shelley’s corpse when it washed ashore. One of the two cut out Shelley’s heart (not an uncommon impulse at the time) and after arguing over who should keep it, decided to send it in a box, unannounced, to Mary. / At a time when women had limited rights, freedoms or possibilities, she turned her back on what she was told she must do, with gusto. What is, after all, an ideal life. She risked far more than her peers ever dared. She did not have an easy time of it. But she chose not embrace the comforts or society that would have driven her mad. It’s more than fair to say this woman really lived. Mary Wollestonecraft Godwin Shelley was dead at 53. ABOUT THE PAINTING: There are only 2 or 3 exisitng portraits of Mary Shelley, and one, painted by Richard Rothwell in 1840, was my reference. It is a peculiar painting of her, age 43. When tackling historical figures, one has to account for rigid art standards of the times. I tried to eliminate what might have been purely the painter’s imposition. Along with what I suspect was a purge of her wild history and monster story telling (making her nice, & vapid) he gave her features considered beautiful then: a long oval face, an extraordinarily high brow for heightened inteligence (same things the Greeks did with that full flesh at brow level) thin lips to prove a lack of avarice, matronly to suit her widowhood, and shoulders in such a drastic slope they deny a skeletal structure. (The Rothwell portrait is on Wikipedia under Mary Shelley’s name). All that seemed an exaggeration, his portrait does not look real to me. So I left in her high cheekbones, softened the oval and lowered the forehead a touch, gave her a fuller mouth, kept the deep eyes. I painted Mary Shelley as the 18 year old who wrote Frankenstein, with thoughts of ghoul and goblin fleeting across her eyes, sensing terrors to come, uncertainty in the present, having to rely primarily on herself, an active imagination, great mind and fabulous story teller. / I have her between the moon and candlelight because it seems to me that’s where she lived. / The Hawks Perch
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A few from my collection. Shot completely unedited.
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my lil girl and her fave past time :) Featured on Childhood Group in April 209 / Featured on The Woman Photographer group in May 2009
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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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Surrealistic Digital Art / / 1st place in the Parallel Dimensions group – Storytelling Challenge. / / 1st place in the Mood & Ambience group – Paper Challenge. / / 2nd place in the Just Brown group – Brown Doors & Windows Challenge. Mousepads in Zazzle / / / Insight into my work / / / / MCN:CYLKA-EGGJU-DXAUE / / © Imber 2009. 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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One day last week as we were driving up the Big Thompson Canyon into the little community of Drake, we came upon a small group of Bighorn Sheep grazing on any new sprigs of green grass they could find. We pulled over and watched them for a few minutes and I took quite a few shots. This one gave me a big smile. To me, it appears that the Ram on the right is telling a story and the other one is saying to himself, ‘yeah, yeah, I’ve heard this one a million times…’ :-)
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In my travels I have come across many strange places but none more strange than the Sodenay Cathedral. It rises up from the Plains of Desolation East of the Land of Zazz not far from the great inland sea. I was on a quest at the time, a story I have yet to finish sharing, but I will tell you this. It is the Cathedral of the Sodenay Goblins .. fierce and cruel beasts that they be and it is only by luck and the help of my Grandfather’s old friend Yarelis that we escaped their clutches and continued on the quest. If you wish to read what has already been written go to The Ancient Oak ... you will find the scrolls on my desk in the fireplace room … as I was recounting … I drew this image and the others to follow of Sodenay .. they were forever burned into my memory … my hopes by sharing them your curiosity about the Goblin’s Cathedral will be sated … for it is also my hope that none of my friends will choose to venture anywhere near the place … for it is a place where nightmares come from and death is the very air you breath … Featured Art – May 2009 – RedBubble Group: Art in Math further commentary and art remembered continue in these pages: Sodenay Cathedral Chamber / Sodenay Cathedral Anteroom / The Portal of Sodenay / Goblin Tapestry of Sodenay Fractal work done in GnoFractal with extensive PaintShopPro and Gimp post work. Best viewed large. GNF-P-09-5-090510-31
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There is a room you walk through just before you enter the Great Hall. It is small by comparison yet huge compared to all other I have seen. It is also tiled floor to ceiling with torches to light the room. It’s height was about two stories high. Fractal work done in GnoFractal with extensive PaintShopPro and Gimp postwork. Best viewed large GNF-PNC2-09-5-090512-31
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Beyond the Great Hall through hidden door was a small room with this tiling on one wall. The remaining walls were painted the same red as the tile. When I say small I really mean small too. It’s height no higher than a tall human reaching up. More like a closet in size. I hid in this room along with Yarelis to hide from the Goblins. There was nary one torch to light the room but the the Portal glowed blood red in the dark. There was magic indeed in it and we were soon to find out just what kind of magic it was. Fractal work done in GnoFractal with extensive PaintShopPro and Gimp postwork. Best viewed large. GNF-PNC3-09-5-090512-31
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NOTE: the is the fifth and last of a series. Please start your viewing with Sodenay Wall Motifs to enjoy the whole experience of Sodenay (big smile) ... I should have posted these in reverse order … forgot how our overview page shows newest first … Here is my remembrance of one of many tapestries that line the smaller halls within Sodenay. All were of a different pattern but all of the same colors. Perhaps there is some significance in this but I had not the time nor the inclination to ponder their meaning during my stay there. The Goblins knew we were inside and it was only Yarelis’ magic that kept us hidden. I fear for what may have happened to us if we had been found. Fractal work done in GnoFractal with extensive PaintShopPro and Gimp postwork. Best viewed large. GNF 09 0005d P NC 090510 16
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They came together in the cold cave and while sitting around the fire they shared stories..about the past and the present, about what the eye could see and what lived in their imagination.. wondering if their fantasy might be real after all… Encaustic on stretched canvas, tool hotairgun.
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It’s been almost a lifetime since I’ve last visited the Caves of Charish yet I remember them as easily as yesterday. They are quite known in some circles .. travelers of far flung planets of origin we be … but all drawn to the mysteries of those deep corridors in the planet Charish …oh you say you never heard of them … I didn’t expect you too .. it’s been kept secret more out of necessity than any other purpose .. many who visited have never returned … those who have prefer not to speak of them … and you may wonder why I’m telling you at this time in this place … well my friend, I hear you’re on your way to see the Emotans of Nartan … and I’m sure you will hear of the caves from them .. they have heard all the stories and as you know they feel it’s their duty for are they not the Stotytellers! .... I have little time so I will make this quick .. wish I had more but .. well it is what it is … remember this if nothing else .. when you visit the Caves of Charish and I know you will, do not accept the help of the one who guards the stone … oh my I have no more time to explain .. just remember do not accept his help …... I must fly now take care and see me after you come back ….. if you come back ….. This is a 3rd generation collaboration with syd baker ... It all started with my fractal work Green Water Pond which syd took and mutated into three landscapes using Bryce and Vue: Greenwater 01 / Greenwater 02 / Greenwater 03 Then syd shared them with me and this is the first of five I’ve derived from them. The other four can be found here: 1. They Stand and Watch / 2. The Owl Tapestry / 4. Memories of Charish / 5: Deep Earth Work done in Gimp and PaintShopPro. Best viewed large. colab-pnc-9-090524-31
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The Cave of Charish … long hidden … burned into my memory … the dark corridors of stone … alive and yet not alive …. the mystery it holds … the Stone and it’s guardian … yes all burned into my memory ... the Emotans have contacted me .. my friend is long overdue .. they are worried that he has become lost and feel guilty that they have told him the story … I have reassured them that he already knew .. they were grateful … grateful I guess that the guilt lies not within them but me … although at least I had warned him not to accept the help offered .. the Emotans do not know of the Stone Keeper … I did not tell them .. I could not tell them … I hold no hope … my friend should have been back sipping tea and swaping stories with me by now … no hope … what is worse is there was nothing I could do to have changed anything .. if I had not told him the Emotans surely would and at least I was able to warn him …. it is time now for me to put aside these thoughts but before I do I will add his name to the book of memories … good bye my friend … This is a 3rd generation collaboration with syd baker ... It all started with my fractal work Green Water Pond which syd took and mutated into three landscapes using Bryce and Vue: Greenwater 01 / Greenwater 02 / Greenwater 03 Then syd shared them with me and this is the first of five I’ve derived from them. The other four can be found here: 1. They Stand and Watch / 2. The Owl Tapestry / 3. The Caves of Charish / 5: Deep Earth Work done in Gimp and PaintShopPro. Best viewed large. colab-pnc-10-090524-31
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” He’s not the messiah, he’s just a very naughty boy!”-Terry Jones ( The Life Of Brian 1979 ) 210×290 in Pen/Ink/Marker
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model stock purchased / textures sxc.hu and my own / background trees my own I had been watching Danny Kaye in “Hans Christian Andersen” (one of my favorites of all time) – and this picture reminded me of the ballerina….
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‘Imagination creates our Lives’ / Gwenolye 3D created with Vue 6 Studio Pro Featured in Digital Artists United Dec 14 2009 / Thank you!
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Here I sat and waited for him / But he never came. / And still, I can’t say goodbye. Image shot in Melbourne, Australia.
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