Trauma
115 creative works found
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Inspired by the childhood predator of one of my dearest friends… May those that harm children forever burn in hell’s hottest flames… Only we can make the lives of children safe… by protecting them them from those that prey on the young… When a child is sexually abused… it destroys your very soul… Trust me… I know. May God damn each and every person that steals the innocence from our most precious gifts… our children… May they pay the heaviest penalty of all… Condemnation to hell.
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Black ice.
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In the 11th hour, on the 11th month and 11th day each year the US celebrates, honors and remembers it’s Veteran’s of War… / Last year in an attempt at balancing the power to creatively express my peaceful self, as a previous anti-war activist who had never truly delved into the depths of ‘casualties of war’, learning even more that they went beyond the physical or deceased sense of the term. Creating a series called PEACE CANDLES that began with the importance of our votes, I was soon inspired by the real reasoning behind some of our holidays. This series brought on an amazing series of collaborations, but the Veteran’s Remembrance (III) one had to be the most profound of these experiences, as it inspired this poetry and a whole new way of looking at ‘Warriors’... Singing for Heroes Unsung heroes of time and eternity gone by, / upon eagle’s wings please hear harmony’s cry; I know of the courage in your brave, purple heart’s, / the valor that runs deep through all body parts; No medals or ribbons could suffice true zeal / of facing the devil, declaring “NO DEAL!” Senses denatured to the ills of humankind, / focusing on ‘cause’ without losing one’s mind; War, we were taught, is freedoms price tag, / for waving or planting the colors of our flag; Laying claim to faith and dignity to rites / for victim nations, to empower from plights; A noble choice to risk one’s life and limb, / while ignorance decides whether to sink or swim; My promise to you from this moment on, / your memories heard in ephiphenomenon; With love and honor, respectfully I’ll close - / each dawn sound the bugle, each eve with a rose. TK Rosevear 11/11/07 Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams / There were Roses written by Tommy Sands are the two pieces of music that inspired the last line of this poem, and each day I hear the first song, while each evening I hear the latter. In remembrance of all Veteran’s of all wars and to all those still walking with the memories and all who have been lost… Peace Candles III includes interviews with soldier’s requests on how they wish to be remembered… /
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Trauma
by Ash SivilsTrauma Creation Date: 11.17.08 Model: Morfland Stock Bandages: intergalacticstock / Texture: Geek-Stock and Amptone-stock The rest was done with basic brushes.
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digital photograph colour overlay / bush ballet :-) /
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The T-shirt of the book; quite literally. / Blunt Wound Trauma, the book, will be published on the 9th of February.
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Blowing memory bubbles in my mind’s eye / The inner child once lost, is now satisfied, No time for childhood, has long since gone past / Creative play and expressive fun, now a blast, Lost in the shadows of life’s time and space / Profoundly regained in moments of grace, Within me again, so proud to loudly report / With no fear of traumas’ outing transport, Little bubble fae nestled safely in my skin / To love, respect , honor and listen herein, N’er again will I lose you, nor ignore your cry / Your imaginative spirit gives us the wings to fly. ©tkrosevear 3/30/2009 Processing a splintering of soul, retrieving my four year old self ~ lost and unheard until recently. Photograph of Bubble merged with self-recollected drawing of myself at play with wings of dragonfly (illusions), merged and edited in photoshop7 with lens flares and redfield plug-in fractilius as final filters. InnerChild
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” Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company ” – Mark Twain
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Illustration board, gesso and acrylic. A tweak here and there on picnik. BEST IF VIEWED LARGE! This was my first attempt at using gesso and I loved creating texture. I painted this in December of 2004 immediately after the Tsunami. The water colored hues were not intentional and just kind of happened. When I finished I couldn’t believe what I saw. A representation of the Tsunami. This was also the same year my dad died, April 18th, 2004 so originally I called this painting A Traumatic Decade. It was one more painting that showed the beginnings of working through my dad’s death. This is actually a crop of the original painting because in the bottom right hand corner, two rectangular shapes also appeared. They were vertical and looked like the Twin Towers and were painted in red, again unknowingly at the time. I think the red represented the lives that were lost on September 11, 2001. I did not keep them in this version because the right side of the painting was so dark they kind of got lost. The cropping of the painting caused me to change the title to just Tsunami 2004 because that was the focal point of the painting. And to me it shows the power of the unconscious mind in art. I was working through traumas happening over all over the world, and trying to make sense of tragedy. A long story but one that I think is important as you view the work for yourself. Perhaps not even one of my best, but powerful in mind and the healing impact of art in my life!
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I have been counseling PTSD vets for several years, at this particular time of year, it is rather crucial to be available for those men who served our country. As we approach the 4th of July celebrations, commemorating our ‘independence’ and rockets’ red glares go bursting in the air, not only do our Veterans suffer, but the many who have experienced trauma from explosions, gunfire and loud noises. The animals also suffer, if not sedated. / This is a poem that I wrote about feelings shared with and interpreted by me, from these experiences. Consider this please, when you gaze in awe to the sky / Those fireworks that burst and boom, remind Vets of a time to die Each Colorful rocket glares fear and adrenaline recalls / Signaling helps from artillery for unseen enemy walls Deadly consequences in memories of bloody warzones / While fire burns in the sky, soldiers’ unsung soul does intone Celebrating battles triumphant, honoring tools that kill / While those who sacrificed and lived – defy ‘wars’ will Soldiers who’ve fought for peace are betrayed with each firework blast / With a slap from our hands and sensory shocks of the past. tkrosevear 7/08 May you have a peaceful and mindful celebration this holiday! National Anthem
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For all of you who have dental problems, this may be hard news to bear. I met a tree yesterday who had a full set of teeth and never had one cavity! I told him about my dental traumas including implants and he just smiled with the heartiest wide set of teeth. He told me his name was Dudley and he smiles because he is the only tree in the park that can. The problem he said was when he is sad, he still looks the same and the other trees get all the sympathy. Please view in the large format.
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Original Drawing / Charcoal & Soft Pastel / Make It Stop / Sometimes I wish everything would…. / Stop. White 110gsm card
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This photo of these two beautiful Impalas was shot on / a trip to Africa about twenty five years ago. I am glad / that I have photos of African wildlife in the past as it breaks my / heart to read about the many crises that are killing / endangered species that once thrived and like these / stunning animals. I want to do whatever I can to protect Africa’s / inhabitants and minimize the multiple traumas / that exist today in Africa. Please view this in the / large format. All proceeds from sales of my African / photographs will given to the World Wildlife Fund.
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acrylic paint on canvas,spray paint
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Canopy of Stars
by JaneSolomonCanopy of stars / How beautiful you are / The whole world stops / For one breathless moment / As the vision burns to memory / Forever and a d…
I thought I would bring back some of my older works. I wrote this piece some time ago while I was visiting a friend in the Karoo (Aberdeen, South Africa) after a traumatic experience. I’ve changed the wording a little. The Karoo is a magical place where the silent starlit nights are breathtaking. Aberdeen
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