Fez taking an afternoon nap.
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This elderly lady is one of the oldest inhabitants in the quaint town Villa del Totoral in Cordoba, Argentina / /
Combination of several images edited in CS3
I’m not 100% sure what’s going on in this picture, but I have no doubt that spending his day in the house of a creepy old man wasn’t exactly the way this kid hoped things would turn out. There’s a story here, I’m just not exactly sure what it is.
Homage to midzing, and play with light. / Sony Alpha A200 / / / / Stripes!~ has sold two cards, thank you!
Drawn by L K Southward- Iconic Art UK.
Instead of words… / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- / “In the Name of Love ” is ranked in top 10, Single Rose challenge, You’re Accepted group / “In the Name of Love ” is ranked in top 10, Flowers, Quick challenge, Shameless Self-Promotion group / “In the Name of Love” is featured in the group Flowers in macro (15.04.2009) / “In the Name of Love” is featured in the group – Shameless Self-Promotion (28.06.2009) / “In the Name of Love” has been chosen as the winner of the Shameless Self-Promotion group challenge – Black and red
Classic cars calendar … / Vector dogs calendar … / Book of drawings … / Animals and birds / Cartoons / Cars, trucks & tractors / Drawings / Illustrations / Portraits / Rust / Vector art
You have to view this in the larger version. The skin texture is amazing This image inspired adgray / to write this amazing and beautiful work, which to me is the best compliment ever. ~ Colours in My Eyes ~ If I should go blind will I still remember / the colours of the world I have seen? / Will my eyes become the colours reflecting my memory; / reds and yellows blues and green? Will there be magentas and violets and ochre? / Will there be azure, aqua, olive and tan? / As the colours gradually fade from my memory / will you not see them in my eyes again? Will the freshness of life be visible still? / The fun of pink and orange and lime / The warmth of vermilion buttercup and lemon / The mellowness of garnet and wine So which would be last that will fade from my eyes? / The brilliance of a sunrise or dark skies of night? / Shall it be the the blue of the atmosphere and water? / Or will it be the calm cool emerald of life?
Beautiful elderly women deep in thought sitting on the steps of Santo Tomas church in Chchicastenango, Guatemala. __ / All Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted / Or Uploaded In Any Way Without Permission. Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / ©2008. Using this image for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, will result in legal action.
The street was crowded with shouts and chanting. Posters with slogans I didn’t understand moved along Main Street like thicken blood in veins too clogged with soot to notice. Faces turned to the distance and then waved aside the shoulders of police to stare into me or beyond me or through me or into cameras or maybe knowing that my two eyes saw everything as an abstract painting and they didn’t want to be abstract. The proud wrinkles shouted to be seen and be remembered for the hardship that had etched its way into flesh. No, you can not turn away, you can not cover me with cosmetics, you can not still the motion of music and feet shuffling along sidewalks that once were dirt. My dirt. Their dirt. Our dirt. The land that formed everything and out of which we grew. Before cement towers blocked the view to the sea. Before garbage covered the ashes. / The ashes. The ashes. Burning limbs from a sun that sets only once some days and twice when it feels the mood. Burning wind that torches leaves and dries the dreams of soldiers of the theater. Ashes that were baked onto the hillsides before they held mosaics of naked colors and hungry lights. Ashes that were blown from nature’s own breath and will still blow again and always even as merchants try to sell hot dogs to musicians and music sells to thin, clogged ears and ears are covered from the sound that the hands have created so that nobody realizes what is really happening. Nobody hears the clapping. / Blinded. Blinded by the brain’s efforts to see more and hear more and be more and sell more and buy more until there is no more and more has no meaning because it is less. Less. Less. / Yes the street was crowded. Yet I saw only one face. And that was enough.
Wrinkle Art with black watercolor, to start then it hit photoshop and don’t ask I played so much I forgot what I kept and what I did not. Smiles it is just a piece of art! MUSIC
from my acrylic painting
True Blue Australian spotted at a pub in Chillagoe
Done with watercolor and brushes,Chinese Wrinkle Art
Chinese wrinkle Art with watercolors poster filter added,burn tools # 45,60 in photoshop.
Done in watercolor in wrinkle art medium / / MUSIC
Done in Chinese Wrinkle Art with watercolors inhanced in Photoshop… /
11” x 8.5” graphite pencil drawing on paper / One of several drawings created for a book on how I draw.
Came across this fellow while I was photographing some historical buildings in Boksburg, South Africa. After watching me for a while, I had a chat with him. It appears he is a painter actually restoring some of the old the buildings. I was pleased that he agreed to pose for a portrait, in the street.
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