Wounded
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Third part of the Wind-up Robots.. Had fun with this, it was like a little metaphor for breaking free into a new path for me.. Hope you enjoy!! Photoshop, Carboard and Spraypaint..
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Hiding, ashamed… / Ripping, / Pulling, / Digging…at my scars. Embeded in my skin, / Like a dirty sidewalk… / Only to be walked on. Removed, forever… / Never seen, / Only then will I be happy… / With my scar tissue. another self port / No manip here. Scars are all mine. How…just lucky I guess? Used PS to bring out the textures.
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A U.S. soldier shows off a scar from the surgery required to remove multiple pieces of ammunition shrapnel sustained when his squad came under direct enemy fire while on patrol in Mosul, Iraq. As of October 2007 over 27,000 U.S. military personnel have been wounded in Iraq since the beginning of the war in March of 2003. Mosul, Iraq Circa 2005
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Hollow
by Wendy SleeHow do you describe the feeling of emptiness, the deep carved out longing for something you cannot reach? Like some gaping wound or a cave of ancient sadness, you feel that nothing can reach or fill that space within you. What is missing from your life? But somewhere a heart still beats and sings of love… / Feelings pulsate and flood your being…. Somewhere the mind is alive and working…. / Thoughts clammer and clatter inside your head. Both will carry on in their way, regardless of the other…and tear you apart, unless you find the keys to that vast space in between….. The two need to come together in balance. / Somewhere in that hollow space, a bridge exists to link the logic and rationale of the head with the freedom and creativity of the heart….. / a perfect marriage of wisdom, words, and knowledge, to emotion, sentience and passion…. Stop and allow that hollow to embrace you. It is a part of you, and you are at home. Close your eyes, breathe, and in the darkness you will see. The keys are there….the hollows are not as threatening as you once thought….they are merely a sign for you to pause and be in your own space, right here and now, so that balance can be restored. / Perhaps it is only your presence from your own existence that was missing all along. /
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The guy who put his hands on you has got nothing to do with me. And the bruises that you feel will heal and I hope you’ll come around because I miss you. And we used to speak so easy, but now you’re afraid to talk to me. It’s like walking with the wounded. You carry that weight way too far and the concrete pulls you down so hard. Well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark. But my fingers catch sparks at the thought of touching you. Let me break it down until I force the issue. I miss your face and you know I wish you would come back down the the Dalva Bar. I want to kiss you and knock ‘em down like we used to. You’re an angel in the pit with his hands in the air and i miss you. You say you don’t know. You say you can’t grow. All I know is that i miss you. Just show up wounded
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Wounds
by Wendy SleeI 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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Not the friendliest beast in the bestiary! Somewhat wounded too…I think he needs some ‘alone’ time just now. He is big and took ages – 30×40cm, watercolour, chalk pastel, ink, conte, iridescent pigments (on the feather tips) and copper leaf splatters, on canvas.
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Shamanic angel martyr hiding face with stigmata on the hands. Photo base illustration.
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CORPMAN 2 THE RESCUE! Charity Tee Shirt for WoundedWarriorProject.org. / 50% of profits will go to aid this project / ~ Please Support ~
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Hi Everyone!!! ☺ I´m sorry for possibly posting duplicates of something that i might already have posted at my original stridsberg-account Thanks for stopping by! ☺ And as always…keep an eye on my own website for my most recent work and my pointless blog: Sincerly Andreas Stridsberg www.mystic-pic.com
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2007 Acrylic Abstract on 140 lb w/c paper 16×22” Wounded Knee was a Native American encampment in the Old West, made up mostly of old men, women and children, when it was attacked by the US calvary.
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2009 Acrylic on Canvas 36×36” Years ago as I was going through a nasty divorce and fighting depression, working, creating artwork and trying to run a business all at the same time…...I encountered this old lady very humble looking, but as she approached me I felt a peace a calmness , come over me. She took my hand this perfect stranger and embraced me and kissed my right cheek. I not knowing who she was …....was dumb founded with the peace that came over me.Then she placed this beautiful little angel metal around my neck. It was attached by an old leather string,......She then said to me I was sent to help you. / Don’t remove this image from your person as you will need it, and kissed me again. There were only 3 people there, as I turned to thank her she was gone…..there was nowhere for her to go yet she was gone and the other people didn’t even see her….Strange. / The next day I was hit and run over by a car driven by no less then my soon to be ex-wife in front of the hospital where my son was working part-time he was still in high school I had come to pick him up from his job. / She not only hit me with her car but dragged me about 20 yards to the end of the driveway. / As I was rushed into emergency which was right there …..and bleeding from my face, arm and chest, I felt this strange peace come over me and as I was rushed into xray room and xrayed to see the extent of my injuries, the doctor rushed in with xrays in his hand and a puzzled look on his face and said there is no injuries that I can see no broken bones, nothing that I can see how do you feel? I felt great with this fantastic peace about me…..and the bleeding had stopped. / I only had a scrape on left side of my face and a long scraped along my left arm. (the lady had kissed me on my right cheek)My pants and shirt had been ripped off me almost completely and the xray technician and nurse took the rest off me. There I was almost naked and my pants had burned black tire marks on them everyone was amazed that I was not injured even the 4 witnesses that saw me get run over…..strange / However on the xray an image of an angel metal on my chest that couldn’t be explained, as they had removed my watch (which was broken) and my wedding band….I never put it back on …..and I realized then that the marriage was over…...after being separated for 6 months and 20 years of marriage. It hit me hard…...harder then being run over. / I was never able to explain or find that angel metal that was around my neck for one day and one night…... / So you see there are Angels that look after us!
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W.herever I may cut / O.ver this surface / U.nderneath my skin / N.othing should appear / D.own the scars already made / (s)o my hands will be quiet. April 2008. Thanks for looking! :)
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In photography as in life its amazing how a little time can soften blows. Here a pounding swell is softened against the rocks with a 30 second time exposure . The colours remain but the sharpness is gone from the water detail. / The shadows are a distraction but I love the colours and their contrast with each other. Not a bad practice shot for a semi-new type of photography for me. My first shot with the new “black glass” filter. My favourite photographic spot again. / Kings Rocks / Stanley, NW Tasmania Nikon D90 / Sigma 10-20mm lens @ 10 mm / F/16 / 30 seconds / 10 stop ND filter / 3 stop graduated ND filter featured in Art By Bubble Hosts group 13th September 2009 / featured in Sea group 13th September 2009 / featured in Dimensions group 13th September 2009 / featured in Day Hikes group 14th September 2009 / featured in Unlimited Quality group 17th September 2009 Spotlight of the Week in the Islands of the World group 20th September 2009
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Model: Elsie / MUA: Raeoni Thankyou for all your comments and words of encouragement .
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dog's breakfast
by Ushna Sardar*_false assumption for donkey’s years / barking up the wrong tree / we really are apples and oranges? / be out of our tree / time’s made a r…
Featured by Multiracial Beauty -03/10/09 Featured by Nirvana -24/09/09 Dedicated to… Over one million children under the age of sixteen died in the Holocaust – plucked from their homes and stripped of their childhoods, they lived and died during the dark years of the Holocaust and were victims of the Nazi regime …
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Sometimes, you just have to deal with your past and move on….. Missing I step off the train / I’m walkin’ down your street again / And past your door / But you don’t live there anymore / It’s years since you’ve been there / And now you’ve disappeared somewhere / Like outer space / You’ve found some better place And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you / Oh / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Could you be dead? / You always were two steps ahead / Of ev’ryone / We’d walk behind while you would run / I look up at your house / And I can almost hear you shout, down to me / Where I always used to be And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Back on the train / I ask why did I come again / Can I confess? / I’ve been hangin’ ‘round your old address / And the years have proved / To offer nothin’ since you moved / You’re long gone / But I can’t move on And I miss you / Oh-oh (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) And I miss you I step off the train / I’m walkin’ down your street again / Past your door / I guess you don’t live there anymore / It’s years since you’ve been there / And now you’ve disappeared somewhere / Like outer space / You’ve found some better place And I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, and I miss you / (Like the deserts miss the rain) / And I miss you, yeah / (Like the deserts miss the rain) Nothing But The Girl
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