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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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Mixed medium collage on various papers. Photograph of bird’s nest printed on Japanese rice paper with gouache staining and chinese calligraphy. Red square collage with bird head. Japanese block printed tree paper. Two leaves collaged onto Kinwashi paper. A fortune reads ” A pleasant surprise is in store for you”. The characters mean: love, trust, dream, and fortune.
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11th installment of the pingpong colab. / Aaaahhh…. finally finished it. Its ridiculous how much time I’ve spent doing this, probably the longest of all Lookout series. Feel like something fishy (been eating a lot of fish and chips lately) Check out all previous versions here or shortcuts here: 1. Lookout!: Search 2. Lookout!: Mystery 3. Lookout!: Reach 4. Lookout!: Evil Emerges 5. Lookout!: Battlefield 6. Lookout!: Not Over Yet 7. Lookout!: Beyond the Gate 8. Lookout!: Is the battle over? 9. Lookout!: Greetings! Friend or foe 10. Lookout!: Currently peaceful, will it last? 11. Lookout!: Fallen Flight 12. Lookout!: Taken
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Some hidden rocky beach in Tenerife. We stayed awake all night around a tiny fire, drinking and drinking, talking and talking. / The Moon surprised us by dawn. / That strange it was.
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Wild and curious red squirrel backlit. Taken in Baxter State Park, Maine, USA.
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model: mishka la mink
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Taken at the Great Salt Lake. Just happened to get a lightning shot with the sunset.
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So we went to a party last night, got a little merry and filled the taxi home with balloons. Matron allowed us to keep them, on the condition that we didn’t let them anywhere near the kitties. Sadly, George has a helium addiction and is under vet’s orders not to inhale any, lest he starts reciting Shakespeare again. I’m not so sure there’s anything to worry about given that’s just the effect you get with the pink furry pills – and they’re perfectly safe. So anyway, I wanted to see what would happen if George ate a helium balloon. It has this effect, evidently…
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Won’t somebody think of the children? See also:
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My origami calendar I used to love collecting these plastic eggs (they can be handy as back massagers!) I folded this bird while RB was “enjoying a brief hiatus” today, from a 15×15mm piece of paper that I colored with a gold pen; didn’t want to get too small otherwise I would need a smaller egg. I stuck the tail to the inside of the egg shell with double sided tape. Here’s to a moment of excitement when opening a little present! For a better understandind of scale: / This work has been featured in: / Stillness Speaks / Weekly Theme Challenges / Young Enthusiasts / Also available at Zazzle / / / / Works by Category / Featured/Popular / Origami/Ori-plastic / Drawings,Paintings and Graphics / Flowers, Trees and Plants / Water and Waterscapes / Scenery / Light, Shadow, and Reflections / Living Creatures / Human Portrait / Japanfluence / Canada / Still Life More sample origami: For more images please visit the category links at the top
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This picture was taken when i was extremely surprised. I always get something to eat and drink at this coffee shop but had never been down to this section! It was fantastic and my food tasted better for some reason! / Enjoy and please buy! tomdouce@optuset.com.au for more info
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Capture this on a chilly day here in Ft. Myers, Fl, just as the sun came up and the ducks are starting to go for their morning swim on the misty lake. / canon 5D mark ll / canon focal 205mm / iso 200 / 1/50 f/16 / sunrise grad filter /
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For MERGE Magazine, May ‘09 Issue [out now]. Editorial [Fashion] supplement using PROOF Cosmetics. Proof Website Concept/Styling/Hair/MUA/Art Direction: Stephanie Mountzouris / Photography/Editing: Moi Models [L-R]: Rose, Jackie, Bianca, Annalisa, Jessie & Moira MERGE website / MERGE on MySpace / MERGE on Facebook Copyright 2009 Harmony Nicholas & MERGE Magazine btw the shot got shrunk by RB so if you want to see a larger version check it out here
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Sales of this design? – 2 sales Sweethearts is a pencil drawing which i’ve coloured digitally.. / I hope you like :)
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Meow Meow – The Cat that got the Cream. Model: Meow Meow / MUA: Kate Watts aka Diamond Fox / Lighting Co-ordinator & Assistant: Jeff Paine / Personal Assistant: Miserys Malice / Dress by Howard Showers / Boots are model’s own Shot on location in my hotel room Melbourne, Australia – September ‘08. / Yes, I am finally putting it up. - I had the tremendous pleasure and amazing experience of shooting Meow Meow, the cabaret superstar last September when I ventured over to Melbourne. I personally love this image, and can’t believe I am the one that shot it. / What made it even better was when she informed me 3 months later that this image was featured promoting her Christmas season show in the New York Times. / What more could a girl ask for from Santa ;) Meow Meow’s Official site: www.meowmeowrevolution.com / New York Times feature: New York Times Copyright 2009 Harmony Nicholas & Meow Meow Sydney peeps, look out for this in October at the ART Sydney Fair… ;)
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no thats not its real name. But this image totally surprised me. I thought the camera held solely throw aways. Went for a shoot with Murph and didnt feel as if I had anything. / Then I looked at this more closely and yes it does have washed out sunset highlights but they mightnt be too much of a problem. / I love the isolation of all the little “islands”. West Point Reserve / Marrawah / NW Tasmania Nikon D90 / Sigma 10-20mm lens @ 10mm cropped / 20 seconds or so 627+ views featured in Your Magic Places 20th September 2009 / featured in SEA group 21st September 2009 / featured in Morning & Evenings, Sunbeams & Storms 24th September 2009 Top Ten in Focus & Lighting Groups’ Show Your Favourite Subject Challenge 25th October 2009 featured on the RedBubble Homepage Tasmanian edition on 10th October 2009
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