Turmoil
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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Acrylic on canvas. 60cm x 45cm. 1 of a series of paintings, depicting the powerful nature of the ocean. This image shows the chaotic character of a storm at sea. The murky colours churned up from the sea bed are highlighted with the crystal white moonlight reflected in the crest of a wave.
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A very old analouge negative taken on Boxing Day some twenty odd years ago. This girl was living with my younger sister in Darlinghurst in Sydney at the time and yes there were drugs involved. Neither of them survived the experience. All I have left is some very old photo’s and my memories. To death us do drug. Was that a challenge, a motto or a promise. I could never work it out.
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In spite of all obstacles / No matter what happens / Whatever may come / Sunrise / Sunset
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This is a representation of an inner state of a human turmoil.
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We all have defense mechanisms in effect to keep us from getting hurt. Thats what the dragon represents. However you notice hes starting to tear the heart apart. Thats because defense mechanisms are double edged sword. Sometimes we hurt ourselves trying to protect ourselves.
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Please forgive me for my dark phase. I honestly don’t know where this is all coming from. I don’t feel dark or depressed…..... I swear. Copyright Notice: / All images are the property of ©Leah Highland and may not be used wholly or in part without the prior written permission by email, including copying, duplicating, manipulating, printing, / publishing (even on a web site), reproducing, storing, or transmitting by any means.
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Nobody knows what thoughts go through anothers mind unless they choose to share them. Even then you are likely to get the censored, prettied-up-for-the-public version, a semblance of the truth perhaps with a shade of what lies beneath. Behind this porcelain facade is a mind in turmoil… already halfway down the slippery slope of despair and almost beyond the point of no return. And you never even knew did you? Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you - / 50 thousand tears I’ve cried. / Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you - / And you still won’t hear me. / (going under) I’m going under (going under) / Drowning in you (drowning in you) / I’m falling forever (falling forever) / I’ve got to break through / I’m going under Evanescence – Going Under VERY IMPORTANT – PLEASE READ! This is the first of my Sweet Misery Series. The images to follow are in no way indicative of my personal state of mind at present. I’m doing just hunky dory thankyou for caring =) This series has been inspired by the raw intense emotion of the My Chemical Romance song – I’m Not Okay and been fleshed out by feeling helplessly on the outside of the turmoil in the lives of some of my nearest and dearest recently. This series will be short, but not sweet. A definate departure from the norm for me, and my first attempt at storytelling through my work. You may very well hate it, but it is something I needed to get out of my system. The pretty stuff will be back soon ;)
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A soft hand upon her face as a new day dawns, fresh… with no mistakes in it. In the eyes of her child she sees compassion, unconditional love and a willingness from him to lend her his strength when hers fails. No matter how alone we feel we are in our own thoughts, torment and pain, we only have to open our hearts and let the people who care about us in, drop all the pretence and allow them to care and help. There is always hope. This has been a very confronting journey for me personally. Like most women I am possessed of a healthy dose of vanity and the thought of presenting myself devoid of the smoke and mirrors I usually employ in my self portraits scared me shitless to be perfectly honest. So your response to this series has touched me so incredibly deeply that I just cannot thankyou all enough. For those who were brave enough to come with me on this journey, and for all those who left your amazing comments and gave your support via bmail, you have my heartfelt thanks. This is the final image in my Sweet Misery Series.
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Erwin Raphael McManus. Soul Cravings. An earthquake devastated Managua, Nicaragua, when I was in my early teens. It was one of the few times I remember my mom opening up her heart and sharing her struggles with her faith. She told me that night that tragedies like this make it impossible for her to believe in a personal God. As she put it, it was easier for her to be Jewish, to believe if there was a God, he got everything started but was disconnected from the course and experience of human history. I understand now that what she was describing was really the views of a deist, yet at the same time I know many Jews who would agree with her. At that same time she was reading a book by Rabbi Harold Kushner titled When Bad Things Happen To Good People. The conclusion is that God is good but is powerless to do anything about the problems in the world. As traumatic as earthquakes, hurricanes, and tsunamis may be, they are not the cause of the violence that tears our souls most deeply. What tears at us the most, what leaves us shattered and broken, what we do to each other. A tidal wave has no moral compass, no capacity to feel deeply. Nature isn’t supposed to care about anything, but we are. We want God to stop nature from wreaking havoc on us, and God is trying to get us to stop destroying each other. Why is it that the most dangerous place in the world to be is in the hands of a human being unmoved by love?
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BEST VIEWED LARGER THis shot was taken from Berrys Bay/ Balls Head Park on the north shore of Sydney taken on Wednesday 28th May 2008 around 5pm. As you can see the clouds herald what is to come, with the last rays of day light. The storm that followed was quite severe with 868 recorded lightning strikes, just have to love the clouds and light. Equipment used Nikon D300 and Nikon 18 – 200mm lens.
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Puggy is looking a bit glum….. he checked the finance pages today and is very worried about his shares in Schmacko’s…..... This image featured in the group Paws ‘n’ Claws in July 2009. Many thanks! And featured in the group Cats and Dogs, one per day in July 2009. Many thanks! Update July 2009 – Puggy is not so worried. The stock market has stabilised and this image of him won the Am I Human Challenge in the Man’s Best Friend (Dogs Only) group. He has gone in search of a Schmacko treat. I would like to thank all who voted, thank you so much! And yet another feature for Mr Puggy – this time in Funny Kritters in August 2009. Thank you so much! Lucky Mr Puggy! He’s been featured again in Man’s Best Friend – Dogs Only in August 2009. Many thanks! And featured again in Man’s Best Friend in August 2009. Thank you so much!
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A photo from my project “Latvian Landscapes”.
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved The street is filled with fairies.. / of sad countenance… / who meditate in a golden light, / that pours from a mouth of … / hidden love. / I stare at them… / and follow the traces of the gold powder. / I place my hands on the air, / to warm the street up.. / but it cannot be enlightned / for it is sustaining the blue.. / in turmoil and rushing sound, / hurting my ears.. / and I wish to follow the trace… / of the sighing face.. / that is fighting against, / the indiference… / of the lost souls. / Rosa Cobos @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reserved
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thankyou espescially to Bamagirl and live love n dream for featuring this piece
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self. San Lorenzo, CA
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Created Using Bryce 6.1 / Rendered @ 7500×5625 300 dpi
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Wether Happy or Sad… Sometimes we just get flooded with emotions and they just seem to overflow… Detail Crop #1 / Detail Crop #2 / Understanding (Wash It All Away) By Evanescence “You hold the answers deep within your own mind. / Consciously, you’ve forgotten it. / That’s the way the human mind works. / Whenever something is too unpleasant, to shameful for us / to entertain, we reject it. / We erase it from our memories. / But the imprint is always there.” (Can’t wash it all away) / (Can’t Wish it all away) / (Can’t hope it all away) / (Can’t cry it all away) The pain that grips you / The fear that binds you / Releases life in me / In our mutual / Shame we hide our eyes / To blind them from the truth / That finds a way from who we are / Please don’t be afraid / When the darkness fades away / The dawn will break the silence / Screaming in our hearts / My love for you still grows / This I do for you / Before I try to fight the truth my final time “We’re supposed to try and be real. / And I feel alone, and we’re not together. And that is real.” Can’t wash it all away / Can’t wish it all away / Can’t cry it all away / Can’t scratch it all away Lying beside you / Listening to you breathe / The life that flows inside of you / Burns inside of me / Hold and speak to me / Of love without a sound / Tell me you will live through this / And I will die for you / Cast me not away / Say you’ll be with me / For I know I cannot / Bear it all alone “You’re not alone, honey.” / “Never… Never.” Can’t fight it all away / Can’t hope it all away / Can’t scream it all away / It just won’t fade away, No Can’t wash it all away / Can’t wish it all away / Can’t cry it all away / Can’t scratch it all away (Can’t fight it all away) / (Can’t hope it all away) / Can’t scream it all away / Ooh, it all away / Ooh, it all away “But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten.” / “God, please don’t hate me” / “Because I’ll die if you do.” / “Because I’ll die if you do.” / “Because I’ll die if you do.” / “Because I’ll die if you do.” Music here THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! /
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Captured this image at a temple’s waiting hall. What a contrast in the moods of these two, a spiritual man, a sadhu and a common man. Nikon D200, Nikkor 18-200
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...think I’m turning into a Borg lol! half machine half human where willl all this technology end??? ...The Borg manifest as cybernetically enhanced humanoid drones of multiple species, organized as an interconnected collective, the decisions of which are made by a hive mind, linked to subspace domain. The Borg inhabit a vast region of space in the Delta Quadrant of the galaxy, possessing millions of vessels and having conquered thousands of systems. They operate solely toward the fulfilling of one purpose: to “add the biological and technological distinctiveness of other species to their own” in pursuit of perfection. This is achieved through forced assimilation, a process which transforms individuals and technology into Borg, enhancing, and simultaneously controlling, individuals by implanting or appending synthetic components. ..finished after midnight layered the photo of water put it thru’ flexify – changed colours gradients on/ bezier pen tool /drew the skull and cloned painted enhanced ..then added lights textures opacity etc; .......
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