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This is a culmination of years of reading the Saturday Evening Post in my Dentist office when I was a child.
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My son is a guitar man and loves music so I wanted to put one of his guitars together with some of his shirts from his concerts as a gift. Just playing around.
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Homage to an Australian Actor This was done for a friend who loved the late aussie actor, Heath Ledger…. / Pencil on paper. Such a tragic loss for the world to lose someone so talented and full of possibilities. / RIP Heath. if you like this portrait of Heath, you may like my other one- / Heath Ledger… R.I.P. / thankyou for taking the time to view my art and (hopefully) comment… / please have a look at my other artwork… / hope you enjoy! :) /
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© C J Lewis. Art work in oils 41” x 48”. BEST VIEWED LARGE FEATURED IN SEPTEMBER 2009 IN Retired And Happy group This work was done as a tribute to a dear friend Peter Cohen who was a platonic flatmate and fellow artist. Peter passed away at age 39yrs of a heart attack brought on by combining Lithium and beer. He was on Lithium as a result from the drugs he had been taking since 6 years of age for asthma which, over time, produced psychological problems including depression. Peter also won many awards, mainly in South Australia, for his art, some of which you can view by clicking on his linked name above. For a more in-depth view of what some psychiatrist’s say about legal drugs click here ORIGINAL ART WORK (Framed) IS FOR SALE. If interested please Contact Me Highly Commended Award 1995 from BMCAC / Also available as a Card / MCN:C1567-8CF8F-B28D4
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Chris and I went to a little village called Litton, where there is a huge church. To the back is a little graveyard, with a few grave stones, some very old. Before we went in to take some pictures, we read a plaque on the wall of a building next to the grave yard,, it said ’’The children who died in Litton Mill are buried without Tombstones in this section of the churchyard’‘ This is so sad, they were pauper and orphaned children and were treated very badly. They were brought here from as far away as London, and had to then work in dreadful conditions, for long, long hours with very little food and when they died they were buried without tombstones, so that no one would know how badly they had been treated and also how they died, hiding the truth about what went on. / I thought it would be a nice tribute to them, to make a picture from various photos I took in the graveyard,,and place little Poppies around in their memory,, poor little children..I hope you like it.. Sophie Shapiro has shared this poem with us,,it’s beautiful and sad,,at the same time x WE’RE ALIKE, YOU AND I / We’re alike, you and I. / We’ve never met / Our faces would be those of strangers if we met / We would barely perceive the other’s presence / If we passed on our walk through the mists / We’re unknown to each other / Until the terrible words have been spoken / “MY CHILD DIED” We’re alike, you and I / We measure time in seconds and eternities / We try to go forward to yesterday / Tomorrows are for the whole people, / And we are incomplete now / The tears after a time turn inward / To become invisible to all save you and me / Our souls are rumpled from wrestling with demons. / And doubts and unanswerable prayers. / “GIVE ME BACK MY CHILD” We’re alike, you and I. / The tears that run down your face are my tears / And the wound in your soul is my pain too. / We need time, but time is our enemy / For it carries us farther and farther / From our lost child / And we cry out; / “HELP ME” We’re alike, you and I. / And we need each other / Don’t turn away, but give me your hand / And for a time we can cease to be strangers / And become what we truly are, / A family closer than blood. / United by a bond that was forced upon us—- / But a bond that can make us stronger, / Still wounded and not to sure, / But stronger for our sorrows are shared. / “WE NEED NOT WALK ALONE” / Written by Judy Dickey* Thank you Sophie x
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Just a little info for you…........ / This is my most ‘favourited’ piece of art, the most commented on piece & the most visited art piece out of the whole 800 pieces on the flipteez site. / THANKYOU AGAIN with all my heart XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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“Take a stress pill and think things over…” Hal 9000 : 2001 Space Odyssey Tribute T version 2.1 Coming soon in lime green, and orange type colour options © Copyright [ BD ] Boudicca Design – All rights reserved 2008
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David Iori Photography Website / Email Me / . / © Copyright 2008 David Iori Photography, All Rights Reserved Nikon D200 Joern Utzon architect of the Sydney Opera Housen dead at 90, as a tribute last night Sunday Evening 30-11-2008 the lights of the Sydney Opera House were dimmed. Joern Utzon, who created the first designs for Sydney’s Opera House in 1957, has never returned to Australia after leaving Sydney in 1966, nearly seven years before his internationally acclaimed building was finished. Utzon received the prestigious Pritzker prize for architecture in 2003 with the jury singling out the Opera House as one of the most iconic buildings of the 20th century, arguing it “proves that the marvellous and seemingly impossible in architecture can be achieved”. A member of the pantheon of the 20th century’s architectural greats, Utzon was haunted – but insisted he was not embittered – by the disastrous end of his relationship with Sydney and what has become the city’s iconic harbourside symbol. He left the project after a battle over design and cost led to the appointment of Government architects to take over the project and finish its interiors with no bearing to his original designs. And despite its enormous beauty and almost mythical shape, the Opera House remains mired in argument about poor acoustics and lack of space in its most important theatres. Utzon, who declined invitations to return to Australia but who collaborated from afar on the most recent plans to alleviate space and acoustics problems, has suffered long term eye problems which left him near to blindness. He has always denied being embittered by the end of his association with his most famous building. Only two weeks ago it was reported the $700-million Sydney Opera House refurbishment, which is meant to improve acoustics and capacity, created a schism within the Utzon family. The son and grandson of the Opera House architect, Jan and Jeppe, had clashed over the renovation plans, which Jeppe said risks “messing up” his grandfather’s designs. “It’s getting messed up [by other architects],” Jeppe Utzon told architectural webzine Building Design. “It will be hard to distinguish who did what – it’s a patchwork of ideas… It is dangerous for [my father and grandfather], not so much for their reputations but for the purity [of the architecture]. It’s strange they said yes to it.” But according to Building Design Jan said his son was not well informed enough to comment. “He is not involved in our projects for the Opera House and cannot possibly have any idea of how we work or what our aims are or even what we are doing,” he said. “He has chosen not to be involved with the Opera House but wants to pursue his own career, which is perfectly understandable for a young and relatively inexperienced architect. Born in Copenhagen in 1918, Utzon graduated from the capital’s academy of arts in 1942, working in several major Danish architectural offices and later with Alvar Aalto in Finland. He established his own practrice in Copenhagen in 1950. Utzon’s earliest buildings were private homes. His winning the design competition for the Opera House in 1956 was a surprise to many, including colleagues. Utzon also designed the national assembly building in Kuwait City which was built between 1971 and 1983 and resembles a series of caravan of large tents, evoking the traditional meeting places of the Bedouin nomads. Utzon lived in Mallorca, off Spain’s eastern coast, with his wife Lis Utzon, for many years and his children, Kim and Jan, worked in partnership on several projects including a church that opened in 1976 in Bagsvaerd, a Copenhagen suburb and more recently consulting on the Opera House refurbishments.a Utzon was awarded the Order of Australia in 1985 and the Sonning prize for contributing to European culture in 1988. He is survived by his wife and their three children, Kim, Jan and Lin, and several grandchildren.
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Soft pastel painting I created while on hiatus from gainful employment this November. I woke up yesterday morning (Christmas!) with this image and song weaving in and out of my consciousness. To me, they had to be posted together. George was my favorite Beatle Here’s a lovely version of Give me Love or this, which is a very touching tribute performed by some of his dearest friends
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by roy skogvoldTo Soile with love. Thank you! This is a composite. First image is almost untouched and created with long exposure with a flashlight. Second layer is worked in CS. Both blended and mixed in CS. Inspired by peter gabriel – in your eyes Lyrics “In Your Eyes” love I get so lost, sometimes / days pass and this emptiness fills my heart / when I want to run away / I drive off in my car / but whichever way I go / I come back to the place you are all my instincts, they return / and the grand facade, so soon will burn / without a noise, without my pride / I reach out from the inside in your eyes / the light the heat / in your eyes / I am complete / in your eyes / I see the doorway to a thousand churches / in your eyes / the resolution of all the fruitless searches / in your eyes / I see the light and the heat / in your eyes / oh, I want to be that complete / I want to touch the light / the heat I see in your eyes love, I don’t like to see so much pain / so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away / I get so tired of working so hard for our survival / I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive and all my instincts, they return / and the grand facade, so soon will burn / without a noise, without my pride / I reach out from the inside in your eyes / the light the heat / in your eyes / I am complete / in your eyes / I see the doorway to a thousand churches / in your eyes / the resolution of all the fruitless searches / in your eyes / I see the light and the heat / in your eyes / oh, I want to be that complete / I want to touch the light, / the heat I see in your eyes / in your eyes in your eyes / in your eyes in your eyes / in your eyes in your eyes
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This is the delightful lead singer Josie Mills of the band Hounds of Love, performing at the Duchess in York. Proceeds of any sales of this shot will be split with the band
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This is the bassist from Hounds of Love band performing at their recent concert at the Duchess in York. Proceeds of any sales will be split with the band
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A Pinup Tribute to Gil Elvgren Shhow Grrl SHHOOT – May 2009 “Roll up Roll up!” / Auditioning for Shhow Grrls – Classic Hollywood Style Photographic Makeovers email shhevaun@live.com for more info and to book a session Shhowgal Shhoots start at just $150 for up to two hours in the studio, with hair and make up provided. You will be emailed 3 of the best shots at websize. You have the option to pay off full size pics (prices vary on how many you order) &/or the calendar. The calendar is an awesome Xmas gift idea for your partner! www.shhevaun.com / 0419363057 Shot on a Nikon D70 – This shot was edited in Photoshop using Saturation/Hues/Artistic Filters
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One of my favourite photographers and I simply could not resist this light coming through the bamboo shades in my lounge room.
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One would have to live in a very issolated place to not know about the tragedy of September 11 2001. The terrorist attack on New York was clearly a shock to the world and has been commemorated in many ways. This sculpture donated by Russia commemorates those from New Jersey that were lost in the tragedy. / Featured in “A Place to Call Home”, “Country Bumpkin” and “New York City”
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Michael Jackson Tribute Logo
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abstract landscape series / view larger
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distant wildfire / burning bright / destroying everything / in it’s sight clouds of smoke / rise ever higher / homeowners weep / and people are dying though over time / we may forget their names / God Bless the firemen / who battle those flames!!
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deep inside i’m blue each of us / has a dark / and a light half / we walk a tightrope / everyday / not to fall into / the darkness / all the while / reaching for the light / some days we succeed / in our faithful course / and we fly among angels / other days we fall / deep down / into the pits of fire / it is up to us to rise / out of the ashes / back into the heavens / to begin the balance / once more
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Featured in Healing through Art – Nov.2009 / In order to take this picture, I had to finally bring my deceased brother’s guitar out of hiding and into the light of day. The painful memories are still there, but I can accept them now. In life Ray was able to show me the way toward happiness despite his own inability to reach it. I am extremely grateful for that precious gift from him. It laid hidden in my closet for 14 years. I didn’t have the courage to take it out or even open the case. No one knew what to do with it – including me. But I knew how much it meant to him, so I kept it. We were four. The eldest was the best. The best artist; the best author; the best philosopher; the best father-figure. Me in the middle. Melancholy, mediocre, mute. Sis was also in the middle, but she was defiant. A misfit in this family of misfits – determined to love and be loved, to live and let live. The youngest was Ray. Raymond Jeffrey. He had the grandest name, but that was about it. It would take a novel to tell the story. Maybe someday I’ll have the strength for that but not now – just suffice it to say that we all had some pretty deep scars. But Ray was mortally wounded by the age of 5. Just once, when he was visiting me up in Toronto, we tried to talk to each other about our shared past. But not long into the conversation I realized that he had no recollection, no hint of what had transpired so long ago. It was all buried very deep in his subconscious. No wonder the drugs and alcohol had never given him any peace. A panic attack was always just around the corner waiting to jump out and shatter his sleep-walking days. But boy could he play that guitar! When he picked it up he was transformed. The music healed – at least for a while. His fragile spirit soared as his fingers sang to the world! I loved to hear him play and was sure that he’d be famous someday. He tried his best. He really did. He kept the nightmares at bay as long as he could. His friends talked about what a good soul Ray was; how he was always there to help out and he never complained about anything. They even said Ray seemed to be doing much better those last few months – as though he had made some kind of breakthrough. He showed a contentment and calm they had never seen before. Then the news came like a slap in the face. It had all been meticulously planned – there is no doubt. He must have finally decided that the battle could not be won and chose his retreat. Afterall, forty-one years is a long time to fight. A footnote: When I finally mustered the courage to open Ray’s guitar case and face the memories, I found a letter inside. I’d forgotten about it. I’d forgotten that he had casually told me he didn’t need this guitar anymore (he had others he said) and would I please take it and sell it? The note was very short and contained a bit of information about the guitar for appraisal purposes. But then I noticed the date – he wrote it just a few months before he took his own life.
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Twiggy
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This work is over a year in the making. i started this piece when I knew very little about Ultra Fractal, and set it aside knowing the piece I had made was a novice tribute at best. Now over a year in hiding I re display the piece as a tribute to one of the best Cult Comedians of my generation. / Like many of the comedians of the ages Bill was taken from us prematurely, yet to this day his comedy remains a mark on our current society. Many of our current comedians borrow from his tenacity, fire, passion, intensity, and satire, only Bill had created. / Bill Hicks was brought into legend by the band “Tool” when his skit “LSD” was used as the song’s interlude…Since then his work has increased ten fold. His work lives on in the minds of his fans, as well as future generations, as Bill warned us prematurely, of what lies ahead…. / Included is a few skits of Bill Hicks… WARNING The following content may be objectionable to some users/viewers. Please use your discretion before viewing the following skits. / Bill HicksDrugs (Marijuana) : / / Bill HicksLSD (Infamous Tool skit): / Bill Hicks “Last Show” (Let’s hunt down and kill Billy Ray Cyrus/ Michael Bolton aka Fevered Egos) Part 1: Bill Hicks “Last Show” (Let’s hunt down and kill Billy Ray Cyrus/ Michael Bolton aka Fevered Egos) Part 2: Tool: 3rd Eye, from Aenima, Part 1: / Exclusively Ultra Fractal 5.02 / Full view for best detail. / Thanks for looking, Comments, critiques, and favorites.
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