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She's the first dreaming Frankie I've painted so far.
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Dreaming Lovers.
Appassionato lasciando in eredità rabbrividendo bocche erotici,
intimité éclaboussures souriant beautés tourneurs anklebones eau gonflé,
удивительные волшебные берега рек летние контуры волны непрекращающихся ласк последние,
πάλη φιλιά ακόρεστη σκιές νευρικό επιθυμίες έγλειψε,
vise solemne inefabile relaxat întinde brațele bombat surprinzător curbe deschise,
Urocze ukochane nogi ciepłe uściski odpinając wrócił po omacku,
aangename vlees betrekking hebben op het scharlaken lach gidsen voor de ogen,
utsökta lugnande tungor hissa bländande sol trädgårds balkar,
kynferðislega keyptur uppfyllt efflorescence almáttugur úthafskarfa tilfinningar þroskast,
personalități cathartic explozive dorințele sălbatice afectiuni licitație afirmat,
vermenging ochtend dijen paradijs hemelen vlijen zuchten,
svetting slikker flammene tomme deksler kjærtegnet våte lepper fiolett kjærlighet,
真夜中の枕リネンが開いているウィンドウの睡眠肩を優し点滅.
Steve.D.Hammond.
created with prompts using recraftai
This dream started with my sister throwing a Valentine's Day party. After that I was down at the port helping Brent load a green dresser onto a ship. There was an afghan hound in a band jacket inside the cargo container and it became wild and jumped at us and the dresser fell into the bay.
"Dreams, dreams I'll never keep
My body rests but my eyes refuse to sleep
Sights and sounds my mind created
Far beyond the thoughts of which we speak"
/ Uriah Heep
Mamiya C220f
Sekor 80/2.8
Ilford HP5+
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¡¡¡Síííí!!!... Hace casi un año que conseguí mi a preciosa Dreams (Pulip Papin). Fue mi autorregalo de cumpleaños y estoy verdaderamente enamorada de ella.... ¿cómo pude resistirme tanto tiempo? ^___________~
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Yeeeesss!!!! Almost a year ago I got my lovely Dreams (Pulip Papin). She was my "self-birthdaygift" and I am truly in love with her .... how could I resist so long? ^___________~
DREAMING MACHINES ~ Acrylic on gessoed panel 11" x 14", (27.9 cm x 35.6 cm.),Completed May, 2008
The most recent painting in my series of paintings concerning the "reality" of dreams.
I spend a lot of time dreaming. Any time I can, I dream. As a child I was scolded for "dreaming". So, this made me want to dream even more! Most of the time, I prefer my dreams to the waking world. But not the nightmares!
I often think that dreams may be the gateway to another world. Perhaps a parallel world just as important as the waking world which we call "reality"?
When one dies does he go into a dream from which he never awakens? Perhaps dreams foreshadow death? Have we all not thought this? Not a very scientific theory however. The brain activity that goes on during dreaming, ceases all together at death.
On the other hand, if brain activity is electricity, perhaps this activity moves on after the body machine runs down? Is electricity energy? Is energy immortal? Is this electrical energy in us, the current that travels via synapse junctions in the brain from one neuron to the next, the undying energy of a "soul"? … But I digress … I am speaking now of dreams, not souls.
A dream is the only alternative reality that all people visit. From Junkies to Presidents, we all travel to this other world, twisted and strange as it is.
Human beings are indeed "DREAMING MACHINES", (and hence my title for this painting)
My painting shows representations of what it is to dream, and what it is to be in a dream. This is just "remembering" my dreams. Dream remembrance is not at all accurate. Somewhere on the way back from the dream, On the "bridge" from our dream back to reality, we lose most of the details. Like a man trying to carry a big armload of tiny twigs on a windy day, most of them blow away by the time we get back. Trying to recall and paint the remnants excites me. It brings me closer to my dreams. However, it's difficult because almost all my twigs are gone!
Dreaming is seeing, being and existing within, and without, worlds merging known and unknown.
Painting is very much like dreaming. I must seek to find my dreams because they are my models!
Dreaming is feeling and seeing things only possible in dreams. In dreams we experience things which are beyond our waking imaginations.
In dreams we mix fragments from our past with an assortment of possible futures.
In our dreams we stir a "psycho-stew" of things that are, can be, may be, and never will ever be.
In dreams we see our "real' worlds, warped and molded by abstract ideas and notions we never "dreamed" we had. ;)
In dreams there are structures, both logical and ludicrous. Cities that stretch further than the eye can see. Places I've been and never been. Rivers, Lakes and Oceans. Wide open spaces and small dank claustrophobic spaces that can be a prison or an endless maze.
In dreams there be Monsters!
We call all this "The stuff of dreams". Does it come from within us, or somewhere else?
Dreams are both metaphor and analogy ... and neither. Dreams make no sense, and yet can be important revelations!
In this painting, a woman's mind explodes with dreams. Dreams float away like bubbles that escape into a vast and endless expanse. Behind her, nightmares are entombed in an ancient wall of dark fears.
In my dreams I often can not speak, so my mouth is covered. My dream world is endless. It rocks like a cradle on a silky sea, filled with visions of fish. I see my dreams through many eyes, and many lenses, (Like the many lenses I use when I paint.)
We have dreams of sexuality so bizarre they are unspeakable. We all have our secret dreams. Dreams that we will never tell. We will take these dreams with us to that final dream … or that final nothing.
To think that all the people who have ever lived have had hundreds of dreams! Each dream is unique. How many dream worlds have been dreamt of? And how many more dreams shall we have?
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It was not often that a person yet living was allowed to visit the realm of dreams, let alone the source itself. The Tree of Dreams had been created at the beginning to govern the ebb and flow of the dreaming. In its leaves it held all possibilities, all combinations of probable and improbable. The heights of delirium and the depths of despair were intertwined in its branches and scattered into the wind to reach their dreamers. Most importantly, the tree was tied to all sentient beings in all the realms of existence. That was the key to finding his mother. He just had to figure out which dream had been created for her and follow the leaf to find her.
The Three Sages who had helped bring him here had neglected to teach him how to commune with the tree, let alone sift through the billions of dreams without going mad in the process. He walked around the tree for hours looking for a way to unlock its secret but found nothing other than the gentle swaying of its colorless branches upon a ghost wind which never touched his skin. Time had no meaning in this place. Hours became days which turned into years. As the decades wore on, he lost himself in a sea of abstract vastness as he watched the ghost wind carry away the leaves into the aether. For the first time since he started this long journey he began to feel despair.
He had once lived under the light, trusting and believing that faith would guide him through life. That belief had been torn asunder with the violent abduction of his mother and he had since scorned the light and relied only on his strength and will to overcome any obstacle. That was all irrelevant now as he felt the last glimpse of hope leave him. He was void of all emotion as he looked up at what he thought was heaven and pleaded for help as he had often done in his childhood. All at once he felt a surge of warmth that lifted up his spirit and filled him with an acute certainty that he would find his mother, and live in peace once again. He turned to the Tree of Dreams and its leaves now burned red with life as he felt dreams come in and out of being. He recalled a fond memory of his mother and was thus drawn to the singular leaf that was connected to her. He reached out and became one with the leaf as it sailed past time and space to reunite them at long last.
Pulling together an image from an old shoot with Ali with a background from my recent business trip to India: the courtyard of Mysore Palace. The birds even come from some images I took in India as well. I'm quite happy with how the dreamy misty nature came together.
Comments and constructive critique is welcome publicly or privately.
Model: IG @ali_zagame
Dream, dream, dream ... Model: Natasha. I shoot this portrait with Nikon F5 and Hasselblad Carl Zeiss Planar T* 80mm f2.8 lens and Kodak TMAX100 black & white film. Processed in Kodak TMAX RS developer and replenisher. Scanned with Canon Canoscan 8800F. Postprocessing. Studio light: two Norman ML400 and one Norman 2400 in large softcube.
I wanted color pencils......
I wanted a remote car.....
I wanted a hero ranger....
I wanted a cricket bat and gloves and pad.......
I wanted to do Engineering...
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I always wanted to talk to HER....
I wanted a motorbike....
I wanted pocket money for movies and quick bites....
I wanted a Play Station 2..
And i wanted a girlfriend and a better job.......
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But it was all empty dreams... :|
"Dreams relating to a house often refers to various aspects of yourself. When trying to analyze the house in your dream, consider also how the house is kept and the condition of it. The rooms in the house relate to facets of your personality. To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings."
-Dream Dictionary
Snowy Egrets and Mute Swans
Entered in the Kreative People group Open Theme contest #14
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