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This is my circlist portrait of Elvis, the King of Rock and Roll. I've always admired him. I wanted to make something unusual and give him the aspect of a solid and invincible robot... but not a real "terminator" because he was especially a romantic man and a cultural icon with one of the most beautiful voices ever...

Please enlarge to see how it's done. I've only used circles of different sizes and colors on a black background. The whole portrait took me several days of intense work. The original image is big (10000 pixels wide). There is no trick, those circles aren't placed automatically, I've positioned each circle one by one (and I've left the yellow background unfinished on purpose). I'll soon post a YouTube video showing all the evolution before arriving to the final result. I'm now going to start a circlist portrait of Freddie Mercury.

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I N V I N C I B L E

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.

Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.

In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.

Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.

Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.

He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.

Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.

He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.

We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.

His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.

And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.

We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.

Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.

In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England

We are missing Michael.

But we do know we had him, and we are the world.

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(*) Dr. Maya Angelou is an American poet born in 1928. She is known as one of the great voices of contemporary literature. As a poet, educator, historian, best-selling author, actress, playwright, civil-rights activist, producer and director, she continues to travel the world, spreading her wisdom. Within the rhythm of her poetry and elegance of her prose lies Angelou's power to help readers of every orientation span the lines of race.

The above poem was written by Maya Angelou for Michael Jackson's public memorial at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. It was read by Queen Latifah, one of the many celebrities that paid tribute to the King of Pop. (Source)

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Like a Flower
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A Flower For You

By Peter S. Quinn

A flower for you to adore,
When spring seethe here now on;
With colors and shades even more,
Until every fragrance is gone.
A rose in my garden will grow,
Blushing so pure and so hot;
Until there is here again snow,
When its petals again will then rot.
Each time when a season is new,
And everything's growing alive;
We have then regretting so few,
For we do not in winter strive.
A bouquet of wild blooming flowers,
Enriched by all fragrance therein;
Will give you the beauty for hours,
If hue with your heart inter twin.
Remember the love precious one,
The bloom newly cut and fresh;
That came from wilderness sun,
Is sweet smelling - less and less...