Tragedy
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Stock Photograph: / From: stock.xchng / Photographer: matchstick / License: Royalty Free
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Buy it here ThomasDodd.com/Store “There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds / Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke; / When down her weedy trophies and herself / Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; / And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: / Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; / As one incapable of her own distress, / Or like a creature native and indued / Unto that element: but long it could not be / Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, / Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay / To muddy death…” (Hamlet – Act 4. Scene VII)
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This for you Terez , my lovely daughter , she died when she was nearly 15 …… Thank you my friends your comments and support mean a lot to me. I had this pain bottled up in me so so long… but I knew and hoped with time passing things will change and turn out good… I was right, things started to unfold last week and I could just see and feel it. Working with this wonderful model just inspired me and brought all those feelings up from my heart, bones and my most inner part. I loved every minutes of it and it gave me a wonderful peace of mind Original oil painting on canvas, 100cmX100cm Thank you dear Anna-Marie for this beautiful song here: ANGEL TEARS / / by ANAISNAIS Gentle drops of Angel tears / Once more she drifts to sleep / Anaesthetised and full of hope / Of faith, of love, so deep A dark, dark mass looms in her form / A cancer cold and stark / They try to cut it all away / She’ll wake with mornings Lark They do the tests – they come to us / “There’s more” – is what they say / She begs us – not to make a fuss / She’s tired, asks us to pray She wakes in small hours and holds us tight / She says it’s time to leave / Be happy for her for she’ll be alright / Small tears stain her virgin cheeks Somewhere in the dark cold hours / She drew her final breath / Her brave yet quiet and Godly thoughts / Resound this Angels death I think of things she would have done / Watch as other children play / I work to help others as if she’d won / Life’s battle on that day I know she looks upon those souls / She’d smile and talk so calm / And in their fears she’ll comfort them / In loving Angel’s arms Our little daughter oh so young / Yet old in pain wise years / Reminds me daily of all kids past and / Gentle drops of Angel Tears http://www.redbubble.com/people/anaisnais
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Drawn in Illustrator. Available as a print here
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companion piece with Ubume / Funayūrei – The ghosts of those who perished at sea. / The lady in this picture and her husband were sunk at sea (can you see the ship?) :( / stock credits: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/41487594/
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A shot of my friend Michel who doesn’t like being taken in picture.We had great fun that night taking each others portraits.«Negative and light»two words challenge.
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Self-Portrait. © Copyright Louise Thomas / www.louisethomasphotography.com
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Even robots suffer heartache.
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A tribute to Janis Joplin / Canon A540 Powershot / Me / My guitar The Rose – Bette Midler Some say love, it is a river / That drowns the tender reed / Some say love, it is a razor / That leaves your soul to bleed Some say love, it is a hunger / An endless, aching need / I say love, it is a flower / And you, it’s only seed It’s the heart, afraid of breaking / That never learns to dance / It’s the dream, afraid of waking / That never takes the chance It’s the one who won’t be taken / Who cannot seem to give / And the soul afraid of dyin’ / That never learns to live When the night has been too lonely / And the road has been too long / And you think that love is only / For the lucky and the strong Just remember, in the winter / Far beneath the bitter snows / Lie the seed, that with the sun’s love / In the spring, becomes the rose…
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Original Creation Date: April 24th, 2005 Marilyn Manson. I’m not a huge fan, though I have my moments. Either way, I saw this out-of-focus choppy picture of him and absolutely had to put it to paper. I’d say it was a success. This was by far one of my most experimental pieces to date. I took a few artistic liberties by adding the ” marks, the handprints (which are mine, yes, and done in white chalk), and the little saying at the bottom that I simply pulled out of my head. It might be a tad hard to read (purposefully) but for those who are curious it says “And tomorrow I shall save myself.” I didn’t do it on purpose, but the handprints really show just how big the piece is. For some reason I’m diggin’ that. Specs: / 14” x 14”, Charcoal on 90 lb. paper, Freehand Original available for purchase. / Either shoot me an email here or at to.the.fifth@gmail.com
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All work in this portfolio is © Stephanie Rachel Seely. / These materials (images and poems) may NOT be edited, copied, reproduced, printed, distributed, displayed, performed, or used in any way, in whole or in part, without my written permission. Please respect copyright and do not save or upload any images or poems to Photobucket, Flickr, Myspace, Facebook etc. These creative materials are NOT public domain. Based on the following lines from a poem I wrote: / “For through the stillness of forest trees… floats to earth the remnants of angels’ wings”. The feather is a painting (deliberately made to look torn), the rest was created in Photoshop. /
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World Trade Center a few months before 9/11, New York, USA
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Juliet :) / Stock background dreamstime purchased / and / LetzteSchatten-stock
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Gia Carangi was a shooting star...quite literally! This photo was from my very first photo shoot with Gia, for Vogue, July 1978 (the shoot date). The image is somewhat soft and grainy (due to it’s being a large blowup of a small image and because I worked to emphasize the grain Gia quickly rose to super star status as a model. But, just a few years later she became addicted to drugs and her life began a downward spiral. I worked with Gia only in 1978 and 1979. She was always lovely…full of life. full of fun and unpredictably spontaneous. Gia was one of, perhaps, two or three of the most inventive models I worked with in some fifty years of photograhing women. By inventive I mean that she would adapt to a situation and cast herself in a role that fit the shoot. If you look at photos of Gia by different fashion photographers you can see how she would take on a persona to fit the situation. Gia was a delight to work with. She died at the age of 26 from complications caused by AIDS. The writer, Stephen Fried, wrote a book about Gia, Thing of Beauty—The Tragedy of Supermodel Gia. To this day there is a huge following of Gia fans. This has been one of my most popular images of Gia.
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As the temperatures rise and the icecaps melt, spare a thought for the little Yetis and their, now transient, snowy friends. Hand-drawn in Adobe illustrator.
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Angel of the Chookyard - ALL PROCEEDS TO VICTORIAN BUSHFIRE TRAGEDY APPEAL
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ALL PROCEEDS TO VICTORIAN BUSHFIRE TRAGEDY APPEAL Acrylic, fabric, crayon, pen & ink on canvas board / 250mm x 200mm / Sydney 2006
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“Those who do not feel pain, seldom think that it is felt.” – Samuel Johnson. Medium: Indian ink and Gray wash, and Photoshop CS2.
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The Twin Towers WTC in New York City photographed in September 2000. Nothing more needs to be said except that they were iconic and nobody will ever forget the outrage of the following year. I do not support the war on terror as it is happening but this is not the site for political debate. I loved their symmetery and the incredible sense of mans achievement when one simply looked up. The meaning of the word skyscraper multiplied by two. Questions regarding the attacks and our world as we know it. / http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/main.htm
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This phone does not ring. From the series & limited edition book: ‘Evidence’ / Details: / http://lauren-rabbit.deviantart.com/journal/18842732/
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Also available as a tee:
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Watercolour on Paper 100cms x 70 or something x 2 as there are two of them hence the x 2 part. Am adding the song that I wrote from whence I took the titles to the two works… and to the diptych that contains them both. The individual works are here, with a fair bit more text (finally figured out I was leaving out the colon on the linking process. Yay! Go go power Paul!)... The first piece is Blame Your Green Eyes / / The second… For What They Have Seen and the uncropped version Blame Your Green Eyes For What They Have Seen Uncropped OUR LITTLE DEATHS… / You nail my guitar to the bedroom wall / You lick your lips promise me more / Take my nail polish, go out to score / But I can’t, I won’t help anymore. That final appointment waiting in line / A scar on the flesh of your inner thigh, / A casual promise and a white lie / Where the old bridge splits the hot night sky CHORUS / Our little deaths / Holding your breath / I’ll always be less / Always a mess / Ill never confess / To the cuts on my flesh / Or the tears on your dress / Are all we have left You carry the heat all bloody and keen / Hot with this fever since you were 15 / Stones you’ve kept for each lie you have been / Blame your green eyes, for what they have seen We kissed on the beach last Halloween. / And now we’ll never forget the shit we have seen / The hell in the wall the gorgeous machine / The tiny mad children that we have both been - Paul Robertson, sometimes afraid of trees.
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