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Give me five, the weekend is here. Enjoy your weekend, people.
Hand and ball Street art by Robert Crompton and Robyn Spencer Crompton.
Seen on The Sculpture Trail in Geyserville, California.
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Nights in red satin
Never reaching the end
Letters Ive written
Never meaning to send..
Night in red satin.. how could I ever forget.
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/11/light.html
Dress: Ophelia
Shoes: Bandolino
Belt: Handmade by myself
One of my favorite pictures. I like pictures of me with little or no clothing on because in my mind I am just me, not me plus clothes.
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Love; it will not betray you. Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free.
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I give you this rose in full bloom as a part of a new chapter,
The part inside of me that is blossoming.
All around me is decay,
This old shell of mine,
Crumbling into pieces.
For so long I hid my true self,
I hid who I wanted to be,
From myself.
From the world.
Full Blog: www.adbrucephotos.com/love-thyself/
asymmetric
pseudo poncho
tunica dress top
hard to top
radical kamikaze knitting
sensitive Dada knitting
intuitive guerilla knitting
whimsical nonsense knitting
a supermodel´s nightmare
due to
infinite wearing options
a tribute to divas
who are not afraid
to self- express
Red and Black is the theme for the September/October Self Portrait Challenge hosted by The Art of Self Portraiture. You are most welcome to join in and share your interpretation of this theme with us! Click on the link for details, and have fun! ❤️📷
www.facebook.com/events/145499839452577/?active_tab=about or goo.gl/VbVTm4
Self portrait of the silence I have endured. Six years ago trauma PTSD Followed by sexual, physical mental emotional domestic violence spousal abuse, by a Narcissist who uses those past events to attack daily. The daily emotional abuse is far worse. No family as they have turned their backs on my isolation and from lies Gaslighting he spread to keep them away. He then stole our daughter, hid her away because he claimed I didn't love her enough and he wanted to show me how it felt to lose what I loved #MentalAbuse, #dvawareness, #maritalrape #spousalrape #nobodydeservesabuse, #nomanshouldeverhitawoman, #hearmystory, #breakthesilence, #domesticviolenceawareness, #bekind, #stopdv, #domesticviolenceawarenessmont,#stopdomesticviolence, #bringawareness, #cc,#selfportrait,#artwork,#abuse,#rape,"creative commons, czech, doudleby, cc by 4.0
For another monochrome viewpoint on the platform, go to: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/xg3s2zzk6ws6j27xsw5z6jjpcbzdn5
She began to feel hopeless for she could not see the light in front of her. Her world was caving in. She tried to escape but she could not see the forest for the trees. All she had to do was slow down and feel what was within her heart. But she chose to give in to despair and the forest took her.
Blog with speed edit: www.adbrucephotos.com/lost/
Model: Monca Rubek www.instagram.com/monicarubeck/
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/06/vampire-black-dr...
Dress: Norma Kamali
Shoes: Vintage
Cameo pin: Made by myself
Beaded bow on head: Vintage from Etsy (Penorus)
You've almost convinced me I'm real
That's it! I have missed self-portraits so much that I have aken up the 52 week challenge from Let's Get Creative and I'm starting it as of now.
I have missed it so much; the feeling it gives me, the excitement planning and the surprises which happen whilst I am creating it. The buzz, the total high I get overwhelmed with when I can do what I love and express myself!
It has not been easy, the last weeks, a lot of changed suddenly came over me and as much as I deep down know it is all for the good: it's not easy. But I have photography. Holding on to it!
Twelve a Year: October 2018
“She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.” ― Christopher Poindexter
Started a group on Flickr for those who would like to join the "Twelve a Year" challenge.
What beliefs are you hanging onto that are weighing you down?
One of the most beautiful parts of creativity IS the ability TO CREATE. Creativity is not bound to something or limited by something. It is free, ever changing, ever growing. Only you can set the boundaries of how far you wish to explore your creativity. Some choose a smaller piece to work from and grow to be amazing at their craft. Others will have no bounds and be forever curious as to what their imagination can create.
My art is entering a very exciting period of freedom. This freedom has come from freeing myself of beliefs that I have accumulated that don’t serve me. You see, opinions can be a valuable tool to be taken into consideration but they are just that and not a life sentence. You are not sentenced by what someone thinks or feels about you. Of course, unfavorable opinions can hurt and as human beings we want to fit in… but at what cost?
Up until this point in 2020, I was accepting every opportunity that I could and clinging to it because I felt like I was not doing enough to support my family. Quarantine taught me how wrong I was. I started to work on myself and on the idea of setting myself free by releasing what no longer serves me or what has never served me – whether that be material possessions, thoughts in my mind or emotions. Let me tell you, this kind of purging is not easy. It takes a great deal of work and courage but the key is to take it one day or layer at a time. Yes, my mind is still cluttered and yes, so is my home but every day I take one step closer.
@dandapanillc taught me this year that one’s call in life should never be dependent on someone or something and this just struck such a strong chord with me. He went on to say, “What happens when that one thing or person go away? You find that you have no purpose now.” For the longest time, my purpose was to help others and then it changed to “be a successful artist.” But after giving this some thought, my life purpose is to love myself just as I am because the being that I am is perfect. And so, with that insight, I was able to set myself free.
✨What is your life purpose?✨
Blogged here: elsita.typepad.com/thehiddenseed/2009/11/dibujo-fondo.html
Dress: Forever 21
Shoes: White MT
Belt: Handmade
Once or twice a year, I hike a nature trail in a state park, just to read the graffiti on a small bridge. Doodle Bridge, as I have dubbed it, doesn't bear crude sketches and profanity. Well, maybe some. Most of its graffiti is poetry, song lyrics, and philosophy. I believe the ones with the markers are college students, expressing thoughts and feelings that touch them deeply.
I've posted many messages from Doodle Bridge. I want to preserve them before the bridge is covered, once again, with a fresh coat of paint, and the students need to start again.
Today, I made my pilgrimage and took many photos. I'll post them over the next few days, as I edit them. When I'm finished, I'll post another shot of the bridge itself, to bookend the messages on my photostream.