Lol, this is one of my paint pallets,
which I covered with golden painting...
(it's kind of big)
which I covered with golden painting...
(it's kind of big)
Showing posts with label sculpture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sculpture. Show all posts
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This is a sculpture I made a few days ago with real Euro cents.
I took the photos with the Samsung NX10, which has been
provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
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I've made this "sculpture" with Euro Cents today, it was lots of fun!
I might be doing more stuff around this concept in the near future
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All the above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
2 Sides
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I took this photo of a broken sculpture a few days ago
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Black Angels
By Peter S. Quinn
In time and space,
Black angels
Shall find their ways.
There is this other you
Who lies inside and hide
You know of this too
Always in the night.
Black angels
Strong and wild,
Black angels
Never mild.
Sleeping in the days
When the sky is blue,
Then they show their face
When darkness comes through.
Black angels
Falling sin,
Black angels
All within.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
I took this photo of a broken sculpture a few days ago
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Black Angels
By Peter S. Quinn
In time and space,
Black angels
Shall find their ways.
There is this other you
Who lies inside and hide
You know of this too
Always in the night.
Black angels
Strong and wild,
Black angels
Never mild.
Sleeping in the days
When the sky is blue,
Then they show their face
When darkness comes through.
Black angels
Falling sin,
Black angels
All within.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
Roman Pietrzak,
Polish Sculptor
Polish Sculptor
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© 2009 - Ben Heine .
I met Roman Pietrzak some time ago
in his studio near Warsaw, Poland.
This photo shows him next to one
of his most recent self portraits.
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Thoughts Captivity
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There Are
Obsessions
By Peter S. Quinn
There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart
Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust
We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled
Obsessions
By Peter S. Quinn
There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart
Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust
We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled
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Take Us Away
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One of my pics from Portugal.
One of my pics from Portugal.
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Dark Blue
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dark blue and red bleed,
The sky of the twilight hour;
So much indifference and agreed,
Sweet ways and sour.
There were times we regretted,
Such a long journey and year;
Yesterdays - even absentminded,
And silly jokes to bear.
Then came dawn and new day,
Charging high through night fires;
Turning and running away,
With our forgotten desires.
All this time is now up burning,
Stop it shall not, hence it will steer;
Like threads to the reason learning,
Nothing forever to adhere.
The end we preferred to travel,
Perhaps alone and even forgotten;
And look at our own to marvel,
Inside hidden or store-boughten.
Times will keep coming - going,
Like the ships to the shore reach;
Everything to distance's growing,
Summers to our memories - each!
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Dark blue and red bleed,
The sky of the twilight hour;
So much indifference and agreed,
Sweet ways and sour.
There were times we regretted,
Such a long journey and year;
Yesterdays - even absentminded,
And silly jokes to bear.
Then came dawn and new day,
Charging high through night fires;
Turning and running away,
With our forgotten desires.
All this time is now up burning,
Stop it shall not, hence it will steer;
Like threads to the reason learning,
Nothing forever to adhere.
The end we preferred to travel,
Perhaps alone and even forgotten;
And look at our own to marvel,
Inside hidden or store-boughten.
Times will keep coming - going,
Like the ships to the shore reach;
Everything to distance's growing,
Summers to our memories - each!
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Lock and Key
Lock and Key
By Kristen McVay
My heart under lock and key
Until you came along and stole
Both lock and key
You unlocked my heart and let it be free
But now you've also let it be hurt
You promised you wouldn't
And I trusted you
So I'm stealing back the lock and key
My heart under lock and key.
(The poem appeared on poetry.com)
My heart under lock and key
Until you came along and stole
Both lock and key
You unlocked my heart and let it be free
But now you've also let it be hurt
You promised you wouldn't
And I trusted you
So I'm stealing back the lock and key
My heart under lock and key.
(The poem appeared on poetry.com)
PS : This is a photo of a sculpture by the American artist Tom Otterness. I took it in The Hague, Netherlands
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Locked In
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Upside Down World
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By Mary Frances W Williamson
O World you seem upside down.
I feel locked in.
Life has a fleeting moment to give,
Men's souls are tried, some win.
Like the oak tree tough they stand,
Survivor's of the hard times.
When you see the hope your spared,
Go for it! Beware of the bad stuff.
Life is brief and fast moving.
Keep your sails in motion, proving.
Sunset is close; not far away.
Live today as it were your last day!
(The poem appeared on Authorsden.com)
PS : This is a photo of a sculpture
by the American artist Tom Otterness.
I took it in The Hague, Netherlands
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Upside Down World
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By Mary Frances W Williamson
O World you seem upside down.
I feel locked in.
Life has a fleeting moment to give,
Men's souls are tried, some win.
Like the oak tree tough they stand,
Survivor's of the hard times.
When you see the hope your spared,
Go for it! Beware of the bad stuff.
Life is brief and fast moving.
Keep your sails in motion, proving.
Sunset is close; not far away.
Live today as it were your last day!
(The poem appeared on Authorsden.com)
PS : This is a photo of a sculpture
by the American artist Tom Otterness.
I took it in The Hague, Netherlands
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