Something To Say
Featured Work
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In Your Wildest Dreams by Karsten Stier
Oil on Stretched Canvas – No Airbrushing 37 X 57 inches / 94 X 149 cm contact my Agents at Gallery 112 / .....................................................................................................
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Caracol by dmcart
“In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.” / Iris Murdoch
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Parkinson's Disease by Cora Wandel
This photograph is for people who have Parkinson’s Disease. It is quite a struggle at times to keep our hands from shaking, and that is the mildest of the symptoms. But occasionally my trembling hand results in a blurred photograph that I find very pretty. So this photograph is for all of us with Parkinson’s. Thank you to the groups “A Beautiful Blur” and “Something to Say” for featuring this photograph. Camera: Canon Rebel XTi 400D
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9 In 83 by Daniel Angeles
If you haven’t worked out the meaning behind this from the title yet, this is me with 9 hours sleep collectively in the past 83 hours and counting. I just got back from uni a few hours ago (that’s right I’m in Uni now, it’s quite the drag) and just did some 20 minute presentation about Modernism and Photography. I’m in quite the shock of the tutorial teachers remarks, she said “it was incredible with such broad knowledge presented in a very intellectual, engaging way, and for first year students that is incredible, it was of third year quality.” (I’ve only started half way through this year, it’s only been 3 weeks so far, and everyone else has one semester under their belts) / I did it last minute, and it was shit in my eyes because i had no idea what the hell i was reading, and i just wanted something down no matter what, just so it could be over and done with. / It was funny because I did it with a partner who had the same mindset as me on this whole task, which was good because it meant there was worry about disappointing someone with my shitty work, and the teacher said we obviously worked really well as a team and with great communication back and forth between us, even though the only communication was 2 emails sending our finished points in PowerPoint just last night/this morning, I’m so surprised we didn’t have repetitive information and conflicting ideas seeing as we had no idea what the other person was going to say up until the moment we were presenting and I really didn’t worry about that because all I wanted was to have it over and done with, no matter the marks. / I was about to laugh as the teacher was commenting on us because I was thinking about how my brain was really lacking any functions to comprehend what I had written out in the past couple days and what the hell I had just done so I was so sure it would have been craptastic due to my immense lack of energy, enthusiasm and brain function. / I had my notes that I was reading out on 4 different coloured pages of different material because this morning at around 6am I was about to print out my stuff when I realised there was no white paper, just an assortment of fluoro coloured cardboard and paper so I went with it. / I’m still smiling at the whole situation, I definitely didn’t deserve the praise we were getting and my partner had a similar view on the whole thing. When I got home I was thinking of just crashing in bed and sleeping, but I know it won’t work knowing the past few nights experiences of just laying there, seeing as I wasn’t stressed about uni I’m still not sure exactly what it is that has stolen my sleep away, it could have at least taken away my tiredness with it. So instead of sleep I decided to document my appearance of this moment. “Of course I’ve been up all night! Not because of caffeine, it was insomnia. I couldn’t stop thinking about coffee! I need a nap. (He falls asleep, then wakes up) Coffee time!” Phillip J. Fry . . / Featured in: / Image Writing / Rising Star / Artrageous RB Artists / Sydney / Insomniacs and other Night Crawlers / Inside Solo Vol. 7 / Sydneys Guide To Exhibitions / Self As Other / 1620 / Something To Say / Photography Fun Self Nikon D90 18-200 /
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Justicia . Justice . Justitia . Justiz . Giustizia by dmcart
“Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?” / Kahlil Gibran
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"Mario suspended in MF Doom's matrix".... by atomikboy
Just hav’n fun!!!
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What Atlas left behind (Detail) by Jedika
Acrylic and mixed drawing media on plein air painting board / 2009
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The Dance by sarahhoffman
A mother figure teaching the dance of life…pen on cardboard…8×10 in. This has been featured in “Outsiders” group and “Finks of ink’ pointillism keeps up until the wee hours of the morning… Miro/Picasso influence
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ChicosDeLaCalle by dmcart
CALLE 13 Y MERCEDES SOSA: CANCION PARA UN NIÑO EN LA CALLE Some people turn their eyes away…. / not to see the children sleeping in the streets. / This happens in my city, in my country, and around the world! Is there love in this world? “So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world.” / Isadora Duncan
Recent Work
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the man in the cab in Montreal (88) by handheld-films
...fresh in from London, en route to New York
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Bess by Myn B
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Winter Landscape...Lost by Janis Zroback
“Lost” continues the story of four friends who set out for a Christmas weekend in the country…in the first chapter, seen HERE the friends’ day starts out joyfully, but soon deteriorates along with the weather, and they quickly become lost... Watercolour on Saunders Not Paper A moment or two of stunned silence, as it slowly dawned on us that we had no idea where we were…it was the days before Mapquest and GPS and cell phones…we-were-lost…the day was getting rapidly darker as the last of the pallid sun sank behind the hills…Dahlia started to whimper and Mark, never at his best in a crisis told her to shut up, at which she burst into tears…there was no help for it…we would have to get out and walk until we found shelter somewhere…at this suggestion Dahlia’s whimpers turned into yells…she had no boots, only thin shoes suitable for city streets…hearing this Mark completely lost his temper….Dahlia always drove him mad…one wonders why he repeatedly sought her out…after calming them both down I said I felt sure (not really), that the area looked somewhat familiar and there would be a farm or something nearby…after some argument, and taking as much as we could carry, we set off, Dahlia wearing a pair of Tom’s boots which were too large for her, all the while sobbing that we should stay with the car… / The road stretched ahead, bleak and desolate, here and there patches of gleaming ice set to trap the unwary traveller, hill upon hill rising behind…a rocky terrain that did not bode well for anyone trying to negotiate it…not a creature stirred and no bird sang…the wind blew stinging ice pellets at our faces, and in no time our gloves and feet were soaked…but there were ancient dry stone walls edging the road..a sign that somewhere nearby would be shelter…..we turned a corner…”.LOOK” I cried..Janis Z..Fiction..A Weekend in the Country..Ch.2 Lost.. / A Weekend in the Country
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Wanted to tell you nothing by Myn B
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Think Your'e Hard?,,,Come On Then.... by Mike Honour
Whilst walking in a Bluebell Glade with my good friend Pete a few years ago on the way to Logan Rock in Cornwall., I came across a sea of really tiny unfurling ferns. This one very tiny emerging fern caught my eye, and I just thought, “this looks just like a Sea Horse waiting for boxing gloves”. Without a tripod on me it was taken hand held. I hope you like it as much as I do as it always make me smile. Technical: / Fuji S6500FD / Super Macro. / 6 million Pixels High. / Hand held Auto
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Writing
An answer to SharonD and her beautiful Poem…Love is when you first meet your heart misses a beat,
An answer to SharonD and her beautiful Poem
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Almost Home by Janis Zroback
/ The third in the Series of Oriental Paintings.....set in the Mountains of China… It’s the end of the day, and the catch has been good….I’m almost home….I stop to rest near the temple…the sound of the bell echoes across the water. Janis Ink and Watercolour on Rice Paper. 591 Views FEATURED IN THE FOLLOWING GROUPS.. / CREATIVE CARDS / JPG CASTOFFS. / DIMENSIONS.. / FREEDOM TO SHINE / LIVE AND LET LIVE / ALL COUNTRIES, STREAMS BROOKS, CREEKS, RIVERS Lofting sail a thousand miles / I could not find a famous mountain. / I moor my boat outside Hsuan-yang / to gaze at last at Hsiang-lu peak. / Once I read the master monk. / He walked outside this world of dust. / Now his Tung-lin hut lies near; / through evening sun I hear a bell. Meng Haoran
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Portrait of a Nation by Elucidate
On a geography assignment in an informal settlement, I stumbled upon these children. The photojournalist in me inspired me to take this shot. What I love most about this is their varied and contrasting expressions.
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against abuse by Elucidate
today i was thinking about abuse - / people who’ve suffered it. childhoods ended by it. it has, i believe – at least, happened to all of us, to some extent. abuse of different natures, perhaps, but we have all experienced it in some form. this is for you. this is for us. i am just so tired of abuse… / jordan busson. 3 march 2009 – 19 september 2009. add elucidate on: /
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the wilderness of childhood by Lorena Maria
model : Seb Mejia / location : Phoenixville, PA, US “Childhood is, or has been, or ought to be, the great original adventure, a tale of privation, courage, constant vigilance, danger, and sometimes calamity.” / Michael Chabon /
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for joseph cornell. / how say you to my soul: flee as a bird to your mountain? / jordan busson. 18 november 2009. add elucidate on: /
About This Group
For artwork, photography and writing with an overt or underlying message.
Guidelines:
- only 1 entry per week allowed / 20 work limit in each category
- please post work with content – things that will stir the emotions / imagery that moves the spirit / poetry that reaches the soul
- must describe what media was used for artwork / photography or what style was used for writing (please be specific)
- must explain what you’re trying to say or describe the symbolism
- if the guidelines are not followed your work will be removed with no explanation given…nothing personal, simply following the guidelines
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