Why
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Pastel on Colourfix sanded paper (burgundy) – 70cm x 50cm There is a radio program in Australia called ‘Macca on a Sunday Morning’, which explores all aspects of this country. There is a segment in it called ‘Why I live where I live’, and it got me thinking about where I live. I did this painting as part of a solo exhibition (‘My Easel and Eye’) which was held in 2005 and this was the first painting that was sold. Yesterday morning was a glorious autumn morning, and I went for my early morning walk. This same area of the bush looked exactly like this painting! Featured in the Landscape Painting group – April 2009 Featured in Works on Paper – May 2009 Featured in Contemporary Pastel Painters group – June 2009 Challenge Winner in ‘Dawn’s Early Light’ challenge in the Mornings & Evenings, Sunbeams & Storms group (the only painting in a large field of photography)! – June 2009
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Tripod-mounted Canon EOS 5D Mark II, remote shutter release / Canon EF 24-70mm f2.8L USM Zoom Lens with Canon UV Haze Filter and Hoya HMC ND x400 Filter (aka The Black Glass) / Focal length: 24mm / Aperture: f11 / ISO: 50 / Speed: 30 seconds / WB: Auto / Image: Single RAW file, converted in DPP, cropped. / Location: Dawn, Dee Why, Sydney, 10 May 2009 Best viewed large
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Why? Why is she crying? Has she been hurt? Has she been burned by love? Has she been tormented? Or is she the tormentor …
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His father was a drinker… Ronald McDonald meets the Joker. Part one in a two part series. Credit for the idea goes to a couple of people: Mike Doyle, Jesse K M, as well as inspiration from Luckymachete… jL
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..enter the incomparable Kingdom of God.. He said ‘I will be with you ‘til the end of time’.... Can’t exist ........ Thinking of you’ ....100% proceeds to charity wateraid first digital painting,, .
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Another angle of the Flag Iris- taken straight above after a heavy rainfall yesterday- but these are so strong and upright they never Flag- regardless of their name! From my garden! Taken with a Fuji Finepix Digital Camera / Featured in the Group- Backyards-Up Close and Macros-May 2009
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I am more / than the sum of these wounds, / though they threaten to engulf me. / Yet sometimes, the wounds seem greater than I, / and they drag me back into / the raw and ragged edges of memory, / where pain casts a dark shadow beside me. / Within me the hands of fate have carved / a well so deep that at times there seems / NO way out, / and I claw the walls with bleeding hands and cry for release. Is this all I am? / Is this the meaning to my existence? / Is this what I came here for? Deep within I hear the whisper that tells me to look, / there IS more. / This self same well that struggles to contain my sorrow and incubate my fears, is the same vessel that would hold all my love, / even all the love of this world, / and emanate an effervescent light of joy from its depths. / Yet I pass through it without realizing I have been a prisoner / of my own choosing. How doggedly we hollow out this well, and fill ourselves with what we know, or think we do, / how blindly we allow it to define who we are, / and sound out the rhythm of our being…. / but as deep as the pain cuts darkly, / and the wound gouges out a hollow so black, / so much deeper is that place within that might burst with love and joy, an empty space resounding with potential / and the promise of healing and truth. / IF only we could realize we are more, / than that which we let overwhelm us. I was walking through the forest and saw a red glow ahead of me in the shadows….. there was a bright red circle on a fallen tree and it drew me to it. I could not believe how bright this red wound was, on this tree, a gaping, raw, bloody hole, and it made me weep inside for all living things. This is the sight, the image, that made me think more about my own woundedness, and perhaps the wounds that we all carry and too often lose ourselves in. /
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Candy
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This is one of the flowers from my trip to the Zoo. I see the light to you my love its rays come down to me. / I sit an wait for you to come as you smile down on me. / I stumble in my mind each day for one moments hope. / That you will come down from above and kiss me once again. / I wait and wait I see you there your rays give me new hope. / I know your smiling down on me but a kiss is what I want. / I want to feel you in my arms the way I use to feel. / And then look in your stunning eyes and kiss your lips again. / I wait until I go to sleep to come to you each night. / But well aware that this is a dream the pain is twice as bad. / I wish for comfort from this pain that I might live again. / But each night that I go to sleep this dream with you brings pain. / I wake my pillows always stained with tears from missing you. / I wish that it was you that lived and me that should of died.
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Ever wonder why things take so long?
by RedBubbleI always knew that the RedBubble team had a big job on their hands. But recently, various piles around the office have been tipping me of…
I always knew that the RedBubble team had a big job on their hands. But recently, various piles around the office have been tipping me off as to just how big a job it is… / This is the board where I pin up all the cool ideas people add to the Feedback and Suggestions Forum and then refer to for ongoing nagging to get what we all want :) / ...and the ones that didn’t fit on the board! / Then Pete tells me that 2585 sales notifications went out in March and Group Activity is growing and growing / Just cleaning up Ed’s desk could be a 5 person job / We’re always trying out new products which results in the Bub Hub being taken over with samples ready to be played with and debated over. / And Peter has a more emails than I can count to deal with – 4294965818 to be precise. That explains why he never gets back to me. Sometimes finding the time to get through all the great ideas can be overwhelming, but it’s worth it. And it’s so satisfying to see artists and writers sharing their creativity. The staff may not be able to make magic happen overnight, but it’s inspiring to work with a bunch of people who are so focussed on helping artists connect with one another and sell their work. Jo
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also available / if this means somethin to you… get it…wear it… and make a statement that matters! thanx 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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Limited Edition Print of 150 by PaperMonster Titled “Why Did I?” / Stencil Inspire by Original Foto by Lauren Michelle http://www.flickr.com/photos/laumichelle/354336572/ / Visit: / http://www.papermonster.org / or myspace.com/elpapermonster
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There’s no jobs , nothing to do, so why not enjoy some of the simple pleasures in life. The govenment say they will shorten the dole queues….. I can only imagine they are going to get people to stand closer together.
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Seriously! / It sometimes hurts my brain when I think about Purposes, Purposes for anything and everything, actions, existence, life, heat, gravity or whatever. / I always end on the same thought. There is none, or at least none that our minds can comprehend. We just live to die and leave either a Bank Account, or Debts to be paid for the next, and they don’t learn and do the same when its their turn to come, its inevitable. / One day I hope to not believe this and either not care “Why?”, or find another answer that I can believe, or at least pretend to beleive. But my mind does not behave itself, It fixates on what I don’t want to think about, Death, War, Hate, Love, Sickness, health, Space, God, Human Nature, creation, Obliteration…....... / / If you try to imagine your Existence a decade before your birth, and I mean really try, Where are you in this time? / If your mind starts to hurt, you are probably feeling what I feel when I think about this. Self Portrait, Nikon D90
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Bedlam heartburn / A series where I try to approace the fear of insanity. I believe that this fear is collective and that we all have to face it sometime, one way or another. Yesterday i went to the hospital and got an MR scan (Magnetic Resonance x-ray) to figure out where my headaches comes from. / So this is how i look with a brain / (that sometimes hurt) :o Composite MR scan and selfportrait Inspired by Pink Floyd-Brain Damage/Eclipse Lyrics / The lunatic is on the grass / The lunatic is on the grass / Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs / Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall / The lunatics are in my hall / The paper holds their folded faces to the floor / And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon / And if there is no room upon the hill / And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too / Ill see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head / The lunatic is in my head / You raise the blade, you make the change / You re-arrange me till Im sane / You lock the door / And throw away the key / Theres someone in my head but its not me. And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear / You shout and no one seems to hear / And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes / Ill see you on the dark side of the moon / —-—-—-—-—- Thank you ! / ...roy
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Uploaded for the Primates Group.
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...lost in rain .....
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Heaven is so white like coals that become so hot….no, I am not directionally-challenged….you didn’t think it was white from lilies did you? / I am not a fanatic, not a zealot, and never a prude. It is a righteous white anger, not pious or pristine; there is the bleed through of lifetimes in this righteous heated white. / “The Kingdom of Heaven is taken by force.” That’s Scriptural. / Heaven is not “a place” or state of being indifferent; and Heaven isn’t “someday”, it is now! Heaven has to be white hot to get our attention to what’s at stake. Not for the faint of heart! Sometimes the love of your life is the fight of your life. Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when: / someone has ALL the answers (and the rules too). / injustice and inequity are disguised. / the part of God is being played by an actor. / you won’t get down off that damn cross…we need the wood and nails! / god saw his own reflection. Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when: / the sun shines only on one side of the bed. / someone other than you writes your definitions for life, love, and death. / empathy, compassion, forgiveness, and touch are not. / love is replaced by….anything! / “I did my best” is a lie, because THAT is nobody’s best! Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when: / you feel a lump getting bigger, and you ignore it because you are being / neglected and ignored anyway. _ / _people get away with murder. / you let your power be taken by a bully. / your survival and will are questioned, tried, and tested by those not fit to judge / nor to stand in your place. Heaven is WHITE HOT ANGRY when: / “she broke his throne and cut his hair”. / he took pleasure in her insanity and her pain. / my mind shattered under your glare; like a boy setting ants / on fire with the sun’s rays and a magnifying glass. / the music stops, poets die, and children are frightened for real. The creation of these paintings has come after a long long crawl in the desert. It was incredibly hard to trust my gift and process anew. I have never experienced this halting doubt when it came to my ART. Disturbing for me personally. Over the cliff….I’m still alive and I am whole! / This small series is on 24”x18” medium charcoal paper. These photographs do not do the originals justice by any means. The original ART pieces have a luxuriously creamy, shiny white thick glaze to them. They are lovely. In a reply to my friend Butchart, I recounted this of my process: / “Got to watch that undertoe! Had to wrestle an angel, a paintbrush, and the white hot coals of Heaven to paint these! / Still shuttering a bit…like coming to from a cold sweat nightmare….and seeing I have given birth to THESE!” / ~ Mariam Muradian Leave your comments please. I would love to hear.
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This is a backyard photo of our dog Millie, AKA “Millie Willy Wonkas” everyone is game in my house. I don’t think she likes it very much but, she stays in a freeze position,oh if you only knew what my girls have made her do :] we love her.
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My first painting of Jesus…. to show that He has the whole world in His care….’This is my son the beloved in whom I am well pleased’... He said ‘Suffer little children unto me’ as we are all His children…. 100% proceeds donated to wateraid.org.uk... Definition of Shelter ; the protection or refuge afforded by such a thing: He took shelter in a nearby barn. Inspired by this song- Shelterme ’ featured ‘creative cards’..
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(Series 1 of 2) / / Here is “Coy Kiss” as it is currently framed / A suggestion for frame and mat style through RedBubble Acrylic on Canvas, 24”x36” Framed / Available: $2400 / There are currently several inquires for purchase. However if you are interested in the original painting or have any questions please don’t hesitate to e-mail me. To describe my painting I have chosen an excerpt from the written work, Venus and Adonis by William Shakespeare ...”Never did passenger in summer’s heat / More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. / Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; / She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: / ‘O! pity,’ ‘gan she cry, ‘flint-hearted boy: / ‘Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?...” A hearty thanks to my friend Rebecca Cruz who let me paint her lovely photo titled Koi / Her gallery is wonderful and full of bold, colorful and beautiful work! Please take a look! / CarrieGlennStudios.Com / My Zazzle Gallery
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A special thank you to Greeneyedlady who was inspired by this picture to write a poem called ‘Voiceless’ ...
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This is not a flower from my show and poems for her. This poem came up today as I was listening to the news about someone beating his wife. / Seems to be common in some country’s of the world to beat your wife. / It had me really angry and after the anger I thought about that man and what he might feel later in his sad life after years have passed as he sat in front of his TV alone. I sit here in my favorite chair the late late show is on. / Someone is talking about something as if I really care. / I sit here every night alone wishing I was dead. / But Gods making my days real long I guess he’s really mad. / I sit and see where you once sat your chair is empty now. / I see the knitting that you made in your happy days. / I see the kitchen table from where I sit, your plate sits in its place. / The only thing missing in this show is you my loving wife. / I sit here every night alone afraid to call you up. / Its been five years since you walked out our house. / Not one word have I heard from you since that dreadful day. / I wonder if you’ll ever let the past lie down and die. / I did them things to hurt you hon I know it was my fault. / And as I look down at the floor tears begin to fall. / What was it that I said to you so mean it knocked you down. / I had a drink I know its wrong and that was no excuse. / I took the one thing that you loved your photo of your mom. / And then I ripped it apart and threw it in your face. / I drink, I lie, I do the things that I said I’d stop. / I go to church and ask the lord to help me see the light. / But no I walk right out that church and soon as we get home… / If dinners not the way I want then I start a fight. / I know I said I’d get it right, but hon I just don’t know! / I think I am just too bitter at the way my life has gone / Its not your fault you did it right you stood tall by my side. / When your friend’s said take a walk and leave me to my own. / You took it all and smiled at them and told them they would see. / And then I did just what they said.. Oh hon I feel so bad. / And then the one that loved me most I turned on her too. / I sit and wait until he comes and takes me by the hand. / I hope that he will forgive me hon for all that I have done. / I know I don’t deserve his love for I have been so bad. / So here I sit and wait for him as tear drops slowly fall.
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