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More detail available when viewed larger. Inspired by Botticelli
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Everything that is created and every idea evolves from somewhere, and that somewhere doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with the final destination, this is just a shirt with a pattern on it, and the pattern can mean a thousand things beyond one point, and not stating something it may or may not mean doesn’t mean that ‘it doesn’t or does mean it’. / . / I was reading yet another another article on some fancy new telescope that assisted us in being able to see stars form in the galaxy around the time of the Big Bang, if there ever was a Big Bang, and I remembered how I used to love this stuff, but now I think it’s time we accepted how our view up has increased our awareness of our own vulnerability and we thought about looking down at least as much. The nearest star (apart from the sun) is about 4.2 light years away, which would take about 90,000 years to get to in Voyager 2. So we’re not getting there anytime soon. At present we appear to be destroying this planet, and aware of it, so really that’s a lot like suicide. Priorities people. The blade is made of an image of the oldest galaxy we’ve found, and I stencilled it so I could use paint drips rather than blood. I’m trying to avoid blood these days. And I’m no astronomer, if my information is incorrect please blame the internet as a whole for lying. And go and ask this man, Mr Dave Pearson who actually does know what he is talking about and to whom I dedicate this tee and my new thoughts about it.
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Angel of Tesla: Descriptive work of the super. By Nizstaro Image copyright © 2007-2008, Nizstaro. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited
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Location: the Walt Disney Concert Hall (Los Angeles, California).
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One of my first autobiographical pieces. My childhood seed / has finally bloomed / amid the tangled brambles of a forest / confused / by distorted shadows / and I struggle to push back / this oppressive canopy. / Here I stand on the banks / of a world that was once so beautiful. / In this frenzy of growing up / I had almost forgotten the untroubled sleep / of innocent dreams / and those moments laced with magic / only children are divine enough to recognize. / For a moment / I can only stand in the silence / and breathe the fragrant bliss / of absolute stillness. / For a moment / I know that the world I remember / was never really as magical / as wonderful / as I had once believed. / It was only the projection of naïveté / and make believe / but there / upon the horizon / I saw such a world / so far beyond my reach. / The burdens of age were forgotten / and fell away / and, for a moment / I was a child / again.
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Welcome to the Land of RedBubble…….Beware of the guardian of “The Land” as he keeps a stern watch and allows only red bubbles to enter. The guardian always conseals himself within the majestic formations which protect the magical land. There are many “redbubblers” and they are an elite group of superbly talented artists. These artists offer a wide variety of arts including but not limited to digital art, paintings, photography, (both film and digital) poetry, and other writings. All artists are welcome to this unique community, and all that is asked is that those wishing to enter provide quality art for the rest of the world (and other redbubblers) to view and purchase. The guardian will welcome you with open arms and help you promote and sell your art if you become a “RedBubbler”. If your art is your passion, do yourself a favor and become a member of redbubble.com; you will not regret that / decision! / / / ____ All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © 2007 Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.
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A tribute to Beatles.
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Full moon / Shooting Date/Time 9/27/2007 6:43:47 PM / Shooting Mode Manual / Tv (Shutter Speed) 1/20 / Av (Aperture Value) 6.3 / Light Metering Evaluative / ISO Speed 80 / Lens 7.3 – 29.2 mm / Focal Length 29.2 mm / Digital Zoom x 4.0 / White Balance Auto ___ All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © 2007 Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action.
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LIES / OIL ON STRETCHED CANVAS / $900 US (11” X 14” ORIGINAL) / SIGNED DEDICATED PRINTS AVAILABLE Tangled and mangled they were found. Amidst lies and deceits of their own making. Never realizing how enmeshed they had become in their own deceits. Attached to their lies for eternity. Never being able to see what their perfidy had done to them. A Hell of their own making. Jailed to the bedrock of their lies with no escape possible. It started small, as most lies do, then grew to an enormity that encompassed their entire life and so within this dark shadowed existence they were to remain till the crack of doom awoke. One said aloud for all to hear, “how do I stop this perpetual torture? Is there any way to escape this bondage?” I watched silently as this terrible scene unfolded before my eyes. I did not wish to be seen by these helpless lost souls for I feared that they would petition me to somehow end their misery. I could only remain their witness, I thought, not their liberator. And so my dream, no my nightmare, continued until my reprieve arrived in the morning’s light. This nocturnal visitation was so alarming and so vivid that it demanded testimonial and so I grab my brushes and my paints and proceeded to recall what I had witnessed the night before. So here is a little tale of woe brought to life by oil, canvas and these words recalled Sir Walter Scott “Oh, what tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive”. visionary imagist “Joey”
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Of all the magnificent historic buildings I photographed at Sydney University today, this modest shot through the greenery jumped out at me as my ‘shot of the day’ – for me there’s something alluring about the partial view through the foilage – perhaps less is more! / Landscapes Trees Cards EOD Rusty Flowers Architecture Macro CatchAll DM / /
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I created these 2 pieces (slightly different from one another Transcension By Devine Light ) then a title came to mind (btw~it always happens this way for me) the word TRANSCENSION, it fit it perfectly then i pulled it up on google and found this article: Answering the Fermi Paradox: Exploring the Mechanisms of Universal Transcension, © 2002-2007 by John Smart / http://www.accelerating.org/articles/answeringfermiparadox.html / This was the section that stood out to me: / In transcension, once intelligence saturates its local environment, it is constrained to leave local spacetime. It learns how to enter hyperspace, that suspected multidimensional environment hinted at in our string, supersymmetry, and M-theory, and within which cosmologists tell us new universes may be born and other yet-uncertain events may happen. In transcension, advanced intelligence inevitably moves out of our slow and computationally-restrictive spacetime, multi-locally, once it reaches a certain point in its development. The developmental singularity hypothesis is one of several possible versions of the transcension scenario, but it need not be proven correct for constrained transcension to remain the destiny of local intelligence. / In this section i read, i realized this is what i was deplicting, a transformation of this being into a higher state and leaving of this space and time. Isnt it amazing how something you create triggers you to find its meaning and a justification of why you sought out to create it? Lisa C. Weber ©2008 (Created with Bryce 6.1) Visit My Complete Bubble for all My 3D Artwork. Thanks for dropping by and enjoy!
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Taking at Universal Studio in Orlando, Fl. / Canon PowerShot S3 IS / Post work in Paint Shop Pro 8. Image copyright © 2007, Larry Fridel. Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited.
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Taken in Vancouver, Canada.
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Fiona Apple Across The Universe Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, / They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe / Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, / Possessing and caressing me / Jai guru de va om / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, / They call me on and on across the universe, / Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they / Tumble blindly as they make their way / Across the universe / Jai guru deva om / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing / Through my open ears inciting and inviting me / Limitless undying love which shines around me like a / million suns and calls me on and on / Across the universe / Jai guru deva om / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world / Nothing’s gonna change my world Jai guru deva [Repeat to fade]
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POETRY CALLS FORTH SPRING / OIL ON STRETCHED CANVAS / $1500 US (16” X 20” ORIGINAL) / SIGNED DEDICATED PRINTS AVAILABLE There she stood high on a crest overlooking tomorrow. Her soft, melodious oratory would call forth again the annual rebirth of all she surveyed. The vigor and vitality of Her spoken word was evident as she commenced the awakening of a new Spring. This slumbering world that had been in deep repose all Winter long was eagerly awaiting Her arrival. Her commands were direct and clear to all Her citizens to arise from the cold chilling Winter’s sleep to start again this yearly ritual of new beginnings. Her words became poetry. The poetry of Nature. And Nature became the elegant robes that God would wear so that we could see His abundance and munificence. It is through the generous gifts of Mother Nature’s handiwork that we canwitness and come to know and believe in the Creator. Everywhere the imprint of a Higher Power can be seen. Nowhere is not present and our Mother loudly proclaims this fact. And so it is through the language of poets that words can describewhat cannot be described, reveal what cannot be revealed and hear what cannot be heard. Melodies of speech that are so harmonious, so beautiful, so invigorating that all that hear their tunes are transported magically to fresh new worlds. Worlds of undiscovered epiphanies waiting to be unveiled. So to all of you poets, known or unknown, published or unpublished, it falls upon you to tell us, through the power of words, the indescribable expressions that enrich our life’s. Heed the clarion call, remain resolute and determined in your craft. Just as the Muse of Poetry calls forth a new Spring, She calls out to you, the poet, to fulfill your duty and tell us your poems. visionary imagist “Joey”
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Music is one of the best ways to communicate around the world. It is not a language that we need to learn. Everybody has a special song that brings back good, happy, sad or romantic moments
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NEW PILGRIMS / OIL ON STRETCHED CANVAS / $900 US (12” X 16” ORIGINAL) / SIGNED DEDICATED PRINTS AVAILABLE I have always wondered exactly what is over that next mountain? What new adventure is awaiting my arrival? And when can I leave? It has always been that way with me. I’m not exactly sure why but it is the lure of travel and new vistas that has always captured my heart. Age has not diminished that lure. Age has actually made the temptation greater. Time, it would appear, limits me to one life and there is so much to see and so much to do that I find myself wishing for more minutes in the hour, more days within the week, more months within the year and if at all possible more life’s to live. So I have constructed a means, a way, a ruse to cheat Time. I can travel to places far, far away visit with whomever I wish and whenever I desire. Places that no one yet has seen. I can travel far into the future or if I wish I can go back deep within the past. The remarkable thing is that how I do this is not unique. I see it done, mostly by young children, when they play. This trickery, this means by which I travel is simply my imagination and with it I can do the most wonderful of things. By allowing myself to dream I can be transported anywhere and at any time I wish. So with my brushes and my oils I have traveled deep into the future where I beheld the most wonderful of sights. There before my gaze were the “new pilgrims”. They were landing on the shores of a “new world”. Brave new adventurers, romantics, and daredevils all. Not fearing the unknown. Intrepid explorers going where no one had gone before. So what a wonderful gift the Creator has given to me. The gift of imagination. When I feel too “adult” all I need to do is spend some time with some very young explorers. Children are the greatest of explorers, as they see for the first time the wonderful gift of imagination. What a joy it is to see them fashion new, vibrant ideas with supple minds that are open to all new discoveries. They leave “no stone unturned” as they explore everything and everywhere. Their minds are like “clean slates” waiting to be filled with the abundance of Creation. visionary imagist “Joey”
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Bathed in fire, baptised in horror, / a new breed of death is born of the old, / A Mother resigned to her savage fate, / An alien child is death incarnate. (amazing what an old burnt out log can look like in IR huh?) DUE TO ADVERSE CROPPING WHEN PRINTING VIA REDBUBBLE I HAVE WITHDRAWN THIS FROM SALE. IT WILL BE RE-AVAILABLE ONCE I HAVE ADDED MY OWN FRAMING.
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A shot of some flower stems and buds that reminded me of space and the cosmos. And then of CS Lewis and his Space Trilogy, for some reason. I have yet to read it. But I love the name of that book. Well, that was a great story.
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Original Sold – Oil on canvas depicting that underneath all the garb society puts upon women the hopes dreams desires of women are generally the same. Even in my little world of South Australia. Through travel life experience and tragically viewing – as we all do the square box in the corner I have always been aware of the oppression of women. Yet through it all they generally work together to provide for their families above themselves and use each others talents to aid one another. You do not have to live in a war ravaged country to experience this – it is where you live! This painting flowed from within unplanned unscetched and the red and other strong colours were significant in showing the strength of women and a certain defiance against adversity.
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