Ticket
254 creative works found
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Parking-station tickets collected from the streets of San Francisco – and then rendered larger than life in acrylic on canvas.
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I was stuck on the footpath selling raffle tickets (i had to for an old friend) and it was raining and miserable. All i had with me was a pen, a magazine and a very bored imagination…. pen drawing with composition arranged in photoshop
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Failed funparks #2497
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Pastel on sanded paper. Inspired by the Beatles tune “She’s got a ticket to ride, and she don’t care.”
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Digital painting / Copyright © LiorG 2008
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100% digital free. 4×5 b&w negative + darkroom. / Once again she was deceived by plumage.
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No Trains, No Post, ,No Phone Calls, No Passengars. / /
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A merry go round at southbank victoria, it looked real cool so i couldn’t resist taking a photo of it. The man stuck in the sales box makes me laugh
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Don’t worry, it was the return ticket, he was coming home. /
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Did you know that if everyone who said they were there WAS actually there, then it would have been one of the largest human gatherings in history. I knew a radio announcer here in Australia who really DID GO – WOW – I bet he could entertain a group over dinner with tales – someone should make a movie… But then again, they say if you can remember Woodstock, then you weren’t there !!! Anyway… I wasn’t there so this graphic is as close as I can get. AND – Recently I found tickets to a Neil Diamond concert in Sydney that I didn’t go to – I can’t remember why….... (weird !)
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It’s over. Melbourne Cricket Ground 13-09-2008
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Cremyl Ferry Ticket Office: This is situated on the Cornish side of the Cremyl Ferry at Mount Edgcumbe, travelling between Stonehouse and Mount Edgcumbe. The ticket office is quite old and is a lovely place to just come and sit with an Ice Cream Cone (yum, yum). It’s also the starting point for many from the Plymouth side on a tour of the Mount Edgcumbe Estate, where you can see an old orangery, an folly, and many other interesting features of the grand old estate. You’ll love it as a day out with the family and young children. In the spring time there’s the world famous Camelia collection, one of the largest in the world. In addition there’s the fabulous rhododendrons, daffodils and bluebells. Come to Mount Edgcume, it’s a photographer’s paradise:)
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Collaboration / photomontage - pbworks transit ticket mailed from Paris plus PhDilettante self portrait as collage. *
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This design celebrates the memory of paper ‘punch’ tickets, used in Melbourne until the introduction of the ‘Metcard’ system in the 1990s. This design represents the ticket most commonly sold by conductors on trams, and shows an un-punched issue from 1999. Perfect for the transportation enthusiast, and yet another conversation starter. Please note – prints best on lighter, pastel coloured shirts.
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Near the Yangtze River in China, this man worked his corner selling papers, and making the most of his situation in life…smiling all the while.
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Taken on a cold winter’s morning on my way to work. The sun was rising right over the track with a mist just lifting. The guy on the cycle was a stroke as luck. I took four or five shots and didn’t notice him until I checked them over later. He only appeared in the one, which fortunately for me was the sharpest of the batch.
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My fella hoping for a win. / Shot at Newmarket Races, Suffolk, UK in August 09 in colour. I like it in black and white with strong contrast to make the white shirt and betting slip ‘pop’. / Nikon D60. My first Red Bubble featured photograph (still can’t believe it was on the Homepage!!)
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One way or another you lose… Help me pay for my suspended license and purchase one.
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This is the remains of what was once the ticket office at the Liverpool Pier Head landing stage.
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Need for Speed
by JenniferBI had a Mid-Life-Thelma-and-Louise sudden moment of madness. / / On my way to an appointment i turned onto a huge, stretch of non-reside…
I had a Mid-Life-Thelma-and-Louise sudden moment of madness. / / On my way to an appointment i turned onto a huge, stretch of non-residential open road. The road is cut into a long deep, beautiful valley surrounded by orchards and bush. / / I pulled over, took the roof off my little ole Nissan Targa, and put my foot down hard on the pedal to the metal. / / Such a sense of freedom when cruising along with the wind in your face at high speed! / / But for all of my ‘eyelash fluttering’, ‘cleavage showing’, ‘leg flashing’ flirtatiousness, and my full on feminine “But Officer… I just had a need for speed, wind in my face, kind of moment…” it didn’t get me off a $239 buck speeding ticket. / / It did, however, get me off an additional fine for not wearing a seatbelt, so I guess half is better than nothing at all. / / But this was soooooooooooooooooooooo not how it plays out in the movies! / / What I found even more surprising is that I really didn’t give a flying fuck, that five minutes, full-on feeling of freedom was worth every dollar of the fine! / / Hold fire for mid-life crisis number 2!!! ;-) / * / / So I walked into my mid-month review feeling somewhat invincible. I was having one of my ‘Fuck everything I can take on the World’ days… Where nothing phased me at all and anything was possible. / / My psychiatrist and psychologist were sitting in their comfortable padded seats waiting to assess me. / / “So… ” queried the psychiatrist, how have you been feeling? / / “Oh, some days are really great”, I explained, “On the good days I feel invincible, like I can achieve anything, I get stuff finished, look for jobs online, visualise myself working again, achieving… I feel like the ‘Old Me’ used to feel…” / / “And on the not so good days?” She asked, writing some shit down on her notepad studying me carefully. / / “Oh… Well on those days I feel like the earth has been pulled out from under me, like the positive day I had was all an illusion, that I was grasping for something that I’ll never be able to do or have…” / / “And why do you think that is?” She asked me / / “I don’t know? Maybe my meds need a bit of tweaking? To extend the ‘good days’ feeling?” (translated to mean, give me some more fucking meds!!!) / / She came up with some long-winded explanation of how, the way I was feeling, was a normal process of recovery, and she drew these shitty little curves on a piece of paper to show the highs and lows of my mood, explaining that because it had been a long time since I had been ‘myself’ again, I was trying to get too much done on the ‘good days’ and expecting far too much of myself. / / I didn’t mind her saying that and knew that she was probably right, but I wanted the ‘good days’ to continue forever, because there seemed no point in feeling motivated to go back to work one day, and then throwing it all in the next… I wanted to feel like myself again every day – and right NOW! / / So I didn’t want her explanations or shitty curved graph drawings of my moods, I wanted MORE pills!!! / / “So what kind of day are you having today?” She asked me / / “Oh… A ‘good’ day” I explained, “I went over my C.V. checked over a couple of jobs I want to apply for…” / / At that point in time she cut me off, and attempted to assume the role of “pyschologist’... / / “Apply for a job? You mean a full time job?” / / “Yep,” I said cheerfully, “I want to feel worthwhile again, be productive, specialise in the area of teaching, maybe even work with technology…” / / “But Jennifer,” she explained, “In all likelihood at this point in time you’re probably setting yourself up for failure and a crash… How about you just do something part time, that’s voluntary?” / / I only registered what she’d told me up to the words, ‘Setting yourself up for a failure…’ and then I kind of self-detonated and exploded. / / “What kind of bullshit is that?” I asked her? I could see my psychologist brace himself, he’d kind of flinched at her words too, “That’s just like me telling a child not to sit a test at school because they’re just going to fail!!!” I exploded, “Fuck, I don’t need to hear you bring me down! What the hell would you know about what I can or can’t achieve???” / / It was a momentary outburst, over and regretted as soon as it was said, it’s just that I felt so sick and tired of people treating me like a retard telling me what I could or couldn’t do, even my fiance was wanting me to stay home for the rest of my life, and I just wanted to break the fuck free and be someone worthwhile again. / / Almost instantaneously I cooled down and realised that she really had intended to be helpful and was just concerned for me, I found myself smiling feeling kind of amused about it all and I apologised, all the time thinking, well that’s just great…. now they’re going to cart me off to the loony bin again. / / “I think what Jennifer’s trying to say, ” my psychologist interjected, with a glint in his eye and a small smile on his face, “Is that she’s frustrated with her lack of progress… But in saying that, even from today’s session, I can see that she’s made a lot of progress…” / / He was right. / / A few short months ago I’d been a flat, unresponsive, unemotional zombie. / / At least I was getting some of my feistiness and zest for life back again. / / So it felt encouraging to get ‘glimpses’ of me. / / “Jennifer’s still feeling very sensitive and volatile due to the trauma she went through just over a year ago…” My psychologist continued, “I hope to get her to join groups, interact with people, learn how to socialise again.” / / The psychiatrist looked at me again, like I was some kind of strange, foreign specimen under a microscope. / / “What I intended to say…” she explained, “Is that maybe you’re driving yourself too hard and fast?” / / And then I found myself laughing like a real loon… She looked at me quizzically wondering what she’d said to ellicit such a response from me, I reached deep into my pocket and pulled out the crumpled speeding ticket I’d got on the way there. / / “No….” I smiled, “THIS is driving myself too hard and fast.” / / I straightened the ticket out and left it on her table. / / Session over. / / Time to go home. / / xox
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