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Showing posts with label brush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brush. Show all posts
- Self Portrait -
Work in Progress
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Work in Progress
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Totally unfinished,
final painting coming soon.
please come back again :)
final painting coming soon.
please come back again :)
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Ben Heine,
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Creation,
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Hand,
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Painting,
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Self portrait,
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Surrealism,
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Kind gift for me from
"Barcoded Maggot"
"Barcoded Maggot"
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This is a graphic tribute
from "Barcoded Maggot".
Thanks a lot, I really like all
these symbols and soft colours.
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By the way, I strongly recommend
Barcoded Maggot's artistic and political work
from "Barcoded Maggot".
Thanks a lot, I really like all
these symbols and soft colours.
.
By the way, I strongly recommend
Barcoded Maggot's artistic and political work
.
Tags:
and love,
bar code,
Barcoded Maggot,
Ben Heine,
brush,
China,
colombe,
consommation,
Consumerism,
cyber activism,
Dove,
earth,
hommage,
pansement,
pastel,
Peace,
pinceau,
symbole,
symbols
To See Her is a Picture
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By Emily Dickinson
To see her is a picture,
To hear her is a tune,
To know her an intemperance
As innocent as June;
By which to be undone
Is dearer than Redemption,
Which never to receive,
Makes mockery of melody
It might have been to live.
(The poem appeared on
Quotesandpoem.com)
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By Emily Dickinson
To see her is a picture,
To hear her is a tune,
To know her an intemperance
As innocent as June;
By which to be undone
Is dearer than Redemption,
Which never to receive,
Makes mockery of melody
It might have been to live.
(The poem appeared on
Quotesandpoem.com)
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The Posing Model
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The Model
By Amera Andersen
The canvas caressed by the artists’ brush
I feel beauty as it begs to be born
The colours blend to a glorious flush
Labor of love like the rose and the thorn
I’m a working girl and availed for hire
I hold my pose with a floral bouquet
The stillness lends my soul to desire
as the clock hands wipe the hours away
Thoughts and desire keep my body still
Undressed, exposed to your critical eyes
I’m tempted to give myself to your will
To give you my heart and open my thighs
Yet I know you have no interest in me
I’m here for the art and critics to see
By Amera Andersen
The canvas caressed by the artists’ brush
I feel beauty as it begs to be born
The colours blend to a glorious flush
Labor of love like the rose and the thorn
I’m a working girl and availed for hire
I hold my pose with a floral bouquet
The stillness lends my soul to desire
as the clock hands wipe the hours away
Thoughts and desire keep my body still
Undressed, exposed to your critical eyes
I’m tempted to give myself to your will
To give you my heart and open my thighs
Yet I know you have no interest in me
I’m here for the art and critics to see
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