i am donating my most popular images in my portfolio to the phoenix appeal who redirect all artist profits from sales to the victorian bushfire relief fund through the australian red cross. red bubble will match dollar for dollar contributions made this way. along with cash donations, contributing my art is the very least i can do in my capacity to help people who have lost everything we know about what it is to be human and to live and love and laugh. how ‘bout you as an artist in your own right? what can you and your art give to help? whatever it is, however you can… please give generously.
Taken at Luna Park Sydney
Drop of water on a flower petal.
Day #281 of my 365 days project – a self-portrait a day for a year.
This image is a high quality print of an original painting by Tasmanian artist Deborah Conroy.
a splash of beautiful light.
Model/Photographer: SexyEyes69 / Editor: CLiPiCs
Always a temptation to overdo them at this time of year. Especially when your dynamic IP goes static right in the middle of your original attempt to upload.
A dark puppetshow
I am having problems and can only upload very small files. If anyone wants to buy this i will attempt a full size upload next week. You will just have to wait!!!!!! How about that for wishful thinking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oil on canvas
It’s him
It’s him
I can sense the rhythm humming / In a frenzy / All the way down her spine Ring a bell? For those who find these lines strangely fam…
I can sense the rhythm humming / In a frenzy / All the way down her spine Ring a bell? For those who find these lines strangely familiar, I bet you’d remember the film clip. Who amongst us can’t recall the spectacular “Girls On Film”, hypnotising to my pre-teen self and many of my age group, and still guaranteed to raise a smile at parties…and maybe more than a smile ;) I saw Duran Duran live last night. For those of you asking ‘who?”, please leave the room immediately, and shut the door behind you – I don’t need any smart comments saying they weren’t even born. The 80s were famous for many things – lurid colours, the birth of Goth, fingerless lace gloves, Michael Jackson looking human – but mostly for tacky as hell pop music. And nothing else will get me on the dance floor. I remembered all the lyrics. I remembered copying the hilarious New Romantic dancing, watching their yacht-hopping playboy filmclips on “Countdown”…but most of all, I remembered John Taylor. Their bass player was the first man to ever make make my inner strumpet sit up, and take notice. I swooned over the others – and personally, despite his spectacularly daggy dancing last night, I would still leave room for Simon le Bon – but John Taylor…..oh my lord…..for an 11-year-old, it was a startling awakening. I recall watching him in the “Hungry Like The Wolf” filmclip, bare-chested as he ran through a Sri Lankan marketplace, panting and sweaty, and thinking….hang on…what’s happening to me?! And the child in me started packing up her place at my table, exiting with a wink and a sly “you won’t be needing ME anymore” over her shoulder. You don’t forget that. You don’t forget the freedom and exhilaration that comes from dancing to your favourite band as you straddle the line between child and adult, blissfully unaware that you have to crawl through adolescence to get there, before Duran Duran and Culture Club gave way to The Exploited and Pantera, before wide eyes gave way to a furious scowl. Unfortunately, you also don’t forget the image of Duran Duran in matching shiny suits, standing behind a bank of keyboards like they were channelling Devo, or the sight of their back up singer in a vintage 80s dress made of silver foil, or the choreography that hasn’t changed since then – and really should have. Or looking around at the crowd and having your friend murmur “you realise this is our peer group?” But I don’t think I want to. Now, if anyone hears that Spandau Ballet are touring, can you let me know?
She blushes sweet sincere and chocolate, / prismatic in her character / reflecting her soul off every spectrum / and direct into my bosom…
If you like this poem youll like Thoughtful Expression, Love Lust Attraction and Fornication
Be patient; this device may one day be available in a domestic version. / All you’ll have to d…
Be patient; this device may one day be available in a domestic version. / All you’ll have to do then is get the hubby/son/boyfriend/man from next door into it.
She looked for her cat / Couldn’t find him / Was he chasing rat / Where has he been Then came a sight / That made her smile / He was si…
Thank you, Angela!!! / Please check out my friend Angela Harburn’s other awesome artwork & writing on RB /
Taken this week at the Olympic site in Sydney. There were 2 crows flying together and i was able to catch this from a distance. Obviously this has had some editing to try and create something interesting. Nikon d90 & 18-200 lens. Hope you like it.
Acrobats at the Bethlehem, PA Musikfest that do a whole act from a set of flexible poles. / http://www.musikfest.org/
An Acrobatic show called Swoon by the troop named Strange Fruit at the Bethlehem Musikfest
A show called “Swoon” by an acrobatic troupe called Strange Fruit at Musikfest in Bethlehem PA.
A smile that can capture the heart.
A killer smile.
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