Figurative Expressionism
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Red figures from Mike in first comment box:
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Other figures are my own.
For:
Treat This 261: Fri 11 December - Thur 17 December
www.flickr.com/groups/1752359@N21/discuss/72157717218177531/
Figuratively and literally. I have three months of mediocrity in my folders, poor planning and bad luck mostly so nothin' new. I'm leaving for AZ and Texas on Friday and my work is trying to pack two weeks work into one so I'm sleeping in, getting home late which means no Flickr. Probably will be backed up when I return too so I'll be back asap.
One more from Sun Lakes. It's nice when you are already someplace beautiful when you get a great sunset. :-)
Soundless Bye (music)
NikonD300
ƒ/5.6 85.0 mm 1/200 200
Software - Adobe Photoshop CC 2015.5 (Windows)
created with Adobe Photoshop CC 2015.5 , from 2 of my images + my own texture, to illustrate the concept of definitely leaving for the unknown...... , a long journey ?
Thank you for your support and friendship ,
for your nice comments and favourites
I thank the kind Administrators for their nice invitations , much appreciated
sorry for the slowness, major health problems
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# PhotoExperiences, 5+ awards, April 2016
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Editor's Choice Awards Winners/Through The Lens-Gallery group
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Merci à Lucie pour le bandeau dans LUCIE** BLACKand WHITE**+1OO FAVES
c'est une image très symbolique pour moi , qui est mon propre bandeau et restera au début de mon stream après mon départ ....
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I was first drawn to the color gradient, then looked for a rock that created more movement in the water and added an element to the composition. Playa de La Espasa - Asturias
Artist: Timothy Robert Smith
Acrylic mural on Polytab. 20’ x 66’.
@mural_festcanton
With help from @dirkrozichillustration
And @beansart @treylapark
Canton Mural Fest
Acrylic on board, lit and reflecting. There’s a lot of blue and green in there too, lurking in the crevices and just beneath the surface, which makes the gold resonate even more strongly.
Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head.
Faces blank as the day I was born.
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.
(Sylvia Plath)
"A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder."
-- Susan Orlean (American journalist, television writer, and bestselling author)
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
The best way to view my photostream is through Flickriver with the following link: www.flickriver.com/photos/photojourney57/
(Second try)
Two and four:
Two elemental figures / or are these figural elements.//
Become two only when placed together.//
Which defines space. // Space captures the elements //
The elements format space. // Space dictates the artist.
Which makes four:
elements, space and artist
(Yes, this might be called a 'Combine')
This very anthropomorphic tree reminds of the Whomping Willow in the Harry Potter novels - thrashing its arms around. In this case, an oak, still green amongst lovely autumn colour from the beeches in the New Forest.
A Definite State:
Every creation
knows a definite state
at which the structure
resists change
Een Zekere Toestand:
Elke schepping
kent een zekere toestand
waarin de structuur
verandering weerstaat
paint on carton, 15x15 cm, www.meurtant.exto.org
Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head.
Faces blank as the day I was born.
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.
(Sylvia Plath)