- Last Record: 2012-07-15 08:44:38 -0700
- Joined: Feb 04, 2012
Sorry, I love snow, but needed someting bright and "summery" right now!
So for everybody who needs something green in these cold times...
I like using these textural backgrounds as a "surface" for characters, landscape or etc......let your imagination take you where it will. green wonderful!
Instead of loading ALL of my green pics, I made a quick movie. All of these were created using ArtMatic software.
The music is called "The Others".
I realize that things go by a little fast. If anyone wants one of yje pics by itself let me know.
I took this photo from beside a gravel road, up on the green slopes last Spring. I love this road because it seems so hidden from everywhere else, and I think perhaps (just my ideas) that figures could be edited onto the path.
This photo gives a decent perspective from the wolf, as his gaze is hidden from the trees growing along here. I was actualy sitting on a tree when I took this, so it's a very natural shot of wilderness. I edited the colours so that the green would stand out, but still give a murky feeling of danger tucked into the confines of the wood. Where the wolf was watching.
this is a landscape of my city Whangarei in New Zealand.....or how I like to see it. The landscape is the treasure of my city.
One of my friend just finished her studies in makeup and use my body to realise one of her final : the bodypainting of a wild, green (and, however, sticky) marsh creature. Well, I won't publish the entire picture cause I'm... nacked on it! But the work was such impressive that I would like to share it with you. It's an dried chinese cabbage that she let a night in water and put on my head and mix with my hear... such a wonderfull filing I swear!
Une bonne amie à moi vient de finir ses études en maquillage et m'a utilisée pour l'un de ses pojets de porte-folio : un bodypainting représentant une espèce de créature des marais verte et bien gluante. Je ne publierai pas la photo entière ici parce que j'y suis... nue! Mais le résultat final était tellement impressionnant que je voulais en partager au moins une partie avec vous. Ce que j'ai sur la tete est un chou chinois séché qu'elle a fait tremper toute une nuit avant de le mélanger à mes cheveux... très agréable résultat, avec le jus qui te coule dans le dos, c'est merveilleux!
Had a few landscape shots on my hard drive and thought they could be useful as backgrounds for the Little Red collaboration.
Photo taken in Inistioge, Co. Kilkenny, Ireland and post-processed in Photoshop.
The tidal wave
Stirred in the early hours
Flooding my home at dawn.
My Joy is strung out
On the clothesline
Gazing at the July sun.
It longs for a body to slip right over
As each thread
Will settle in the curves of my hips and breasts
Leaving the shapeless, fleeting breeze in the past.
I sit on the linoleum
As the cabinets unhinge and rot.
Forks, plates, and the occasional tea cup bob up and down
In the grey water
Like ornate gulls
My hair grew long
My feet got dry.
I open the battered screen door
And there you are
I run my fingers over your seams.
You are as real as any destruction
Truer than everything I think I know.
Unpinning you (one, two)
I am covered.
I just see monsters lounging around on these fossils like the Roman baths or in a sauna laying around on old ancestors!
A quick sketch I did not too long ago; it's a bit rough as I only did it with my mouse pad rather than a proper tablet. Behold: Dinosir. He'll rip your face off with the most impeccable table manners.
Took this photo from a hot air balloon flight. Felt bad for the tree all naked and alone in an empty field. Edited to give a sort of misty, sepia look. Would love some feedback! :)
I finished it!! Took about 6 or 7 weeks but I did it :o)
I also took pictures along the way and made a small video with them if anyone's interested.
this is an Apoyo lagoon woman for Gaby's "Legends, Myths, Stories and folklore Collab. They live in a city at the bottom of the lake and drag unsuspecting people down into the deep dark depths.
I made "edible" finger paints today for Stella and thought they looked kinda cool. I know these textures can be useful so I thought I'd upload them here.
Inspired by recent response to my photo of this composition, I've re-interpreted in a painterly fashion. Also I'll be uploading a few detail sections that I like.
Just think about it. How one simple leaf (in the shape of a heart) can make a person wonder what all is instore for life. All the creations and wonders of this world is quite amazing, and life has only begun to unravel for me.
Creative Toolbox Paint, Paint.net, Picmonkey.com
Source Photo / Illustrative Art
Text based on the haunting image by sojushots.
In need of a good voice over!
“Please, my love, don’t go to the lagoon – I beg
Of you. You can fish anywhere but there.
‘Tis the place all the fishermen avoid
For they say that lurking within is a lair –
A lair of a thousand women, with hair
That rises in swells of glaucous gloom, and
Floats in the thickness of the black waters
To ensnare the human sons and daughters
That tread the surface of the earth. I’d keep
A wide berth, my dear, ‘tis only wise.
To these women we have lost many lives
And I don’t want to lose you, so please don’t
Go. You’re not afraid? You should be afraid.
They say they lurk beneath the surface still,
Waiting silently with faces blank until
They feel something kiss the surface till it
Ripples, and they whip their tails and they clutch
You, drag you down below, where there is no
Air, and screaming, gasping, drowning, you will die.
"They’ll chew your swollen flesh and strip your bones.
They’ll lick your eyeballs with their rasping song.
They’ll sing of their victory over men
And they’ll quickly grow hungrier, and then,
When they can’t stand it anymore, they’ll gnaw
At the walls of their lagoon, in which cocooned,
Their monstrous appetite was kept concealed.
They’ll spill into our lakes and rivers, where
They’ll tear every living man from his home.
Their love for human flesh will overwhelm
Them, and they’ll murder every man in their
Suffocating embrace. Lovingly, they’ll
Caress your skeletons, slipping their hands
Through the slits of your ribs where before you
Used to breathe. But no more. There you all shall float,
You with your murdered brothers, down below.
Your empty skull shall drift among the reeds,
And sometimes tilt up to the forgotten sky.
Your blank eyes will cry tears of salt because
You’ll know that your helpless, clumsy soul,
Which longs to see the light of sun and moon,
Will be kept forever in the watery
Chambers of the heart of the lagoon.”