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Trading Art/ Post Cards Trading Art/ Post Cards
- From: MarkSeanOrr
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The discussion started by Artsy_Liss sparked my interest in trading our art cards/post cards.
If anyone wants to trade via mail...let me know.
I have one post card available and will trade for your art card.
My post card is below...and the size is pretty much standard post card: 4 1/4 by 5 1/2. (Standard is 4 by 6).
This could be fun!- 1 month ago
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Story Series Story Series
- From: allenhenriquez
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Rendered Nonexistent by Allen Henriquez
Part III
Julio and Oscar continue their conversation as they walk along Central Park South. The two men walking east toward Fifth Avenue passed the horse and carriage trade of tourist rides through Central Park, with horses of varied breeds, some strong and beautiful and others tired and worn. The two men move through the crowd of tourists as Julio states, “I’ll go down to the spot Miguel and The Vargas Sound are playing at ‘The Cozy Corner’ and speak to him.”
“Speak to him all you want, but unless you come up with the artwork of my choice he’ll be sleeping with your Arlene. I guarantee that.” Oscar.
“Oh really? What magical control do you have over Miguel? And for that matter what special hypnotic spell does he have on women?” Julio.
“Call it irresistible. Call it overwhelming. Call it…” Oscar.
“Call it stalking. Call it degenerate behavior.” Julio.
“You’re just on the wrong side of the equation and very much afraid.” Oscar.
“You hope I am. So you can get your paintings.” Julio.
Oscar looks at Julio with concern. He observes him to be calm and thoughtful, which seems quite bizarre considering the fact that in his past deals with others who were deathly afraid of Miguel’s strangely uncontrollable effect on women; most of which is promoted and highly exaggerated by Oscar.
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The Cozy Corner is hot with customers, music, drinks, and well presented fast food, service is quick and accurate. Julio is in the spot, posted up at the bar, sipping red wine and watching Miguel and The Vargas Sound perform their song, “On the Boulevard.” The up tempo dance piece creates the desired effect, with Miguel: gyrating, singing, dancing, and stirring up the patrons. Julio, studying the so called legend of love, observes a man of issues greater than his magnificent magnetism; most of which is fear, anxiety, and anger. But by the end of the night, regardless of how repulsed he is, Julio invites Miguel for a drink. Julio, with another glass of wine, and Miguel with a whiskey neat, lubricate, then let loose their thoughts, and in his incoherent state, Miguel is without hesitation, and with immodest aggression, tells all. The tales he tells are: real, raw, with no right or no restraint. Julio listens, and asks and listens some more while the drinks keep coming. “One thing, Miguel, with all of this wild desire doesn’t it get out of hand?” Julio asks.
“It’s all out of hand. Can you imagine it would have a ceiling or barrier?” Miguel.
“No I understand. I completely understand. Like for example I met Oscar’s wife, Tina, she’s a real beauty.” Julio.
“What about her?” Miguel.“Was she able to resist your charms?” Julio.
“Of course she couldn’t. Her husband’s an old man, too old and tired for her. We get together regularly. You know what I mean?” Miguel.
“Yes I do.” Julio.
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To be continued. . .
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ACEO Group Activity - Please J ACEO Group Activity - Please Join!
- From: ArtistDouglasG
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COUNT ME IN!!! I can empathize with FolkArt; I have about wo cards so far ready to trade with ohter artists; I just sent one off to Glasgow, Scotland and I keep trying to get other artists on twitter to join.
Here is one now
3 months ago
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When Momma's Happy ATC/ACEO When Momma's Happy ATC/ACEO
- From: ArtistDouglasG
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Description:This is an aceo/atc and i have irt ready to trade as soon as it is dry. Created with oil paints on bristol board
- 3 months ago
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Tools of The Trade Tools of The Trade
- From: nappyheadart
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- 3 months ago
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Tools of the trade Tools of the trade
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- 4 months ago
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Re: contemplating the new new Re: contemplating the new new thing...
- From: jd1313
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for those who are interested..."How to Make It in the Art World/the new rulebook" http://nymag.com/arts/art/rules/
sell you soul should be in there somewhere...
7 months ago
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My 9-11 Story My 9-11 Story
- From: chemaro
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This took me until now to write, over a decade since 9-11.Can't tell you why it took me this long:
About 9/11:
I’ve never put this down, doesn’t matter since to this day I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the subway on my way to work when three stops before mine an asian guy came into the car. He had a look on his face that was of somewhere between fright and despair, and his eyes were watery. He looked at me and said “A plane just flew into the world trade center, I was in the apartment across the street a few floors below.” I was speechless, and just watched him sit down and stare blankly ahead, as I did the same. My initial thought was that someone flying a small plane had an accident.
In the next stop, people ran into the car, and a blonde guy with short hair was very animated and loudly telling everyone of the chaos that was ensuing. He told people of how now two airplanes had hit the buildings, and that there were huge gaping holes in both. Also, people had started jumping from the buildings. A old classmate later told me that she had witnessed the people jumping from the street, and when they hit they made a sound like melons do. The terminal itself was littered with papers flying around adding to the chaos.
The next stop was creepy, because there was absolutely no one in the terminal, so everyone in the car got a bit silent. My stop was next and I got out quickly and ran up to the office. There was no one in our floor, and I then ran to the front to look out the big window, and saw the buildings. Fear did come over me to see these two huge structures, and the gaping holes in the upper floors, with smoke coming from them. I initially thought I saw what looked like people falling from the buildings, but in retrospect I think it was just debris, sticking to that. I ran up to the roof to find everyone up there, and quickly ran over to my workmate Joe.
Little by little the office started filing down until it was just the two of us, and it did seem like an hour had passed. We, of course, as architects started to talk about how amazing the structure was and how the buildings were staying up, and were looking at the people headed towards the Manhattan bridge.
Canal street was full of people, some of them covered in a white smut type powder, made them look a bit scary. I could make out the frightened looks on their faces, and couldn’t imagine what they must have been going through. It was then that we heard what sounded like another explosion, very loud blast, and as I looked over the buildings saw the top half of the first one going down in one piece, while the lower floors pancaked. It hit with a loud thud, I can only compare it to a million bags of sand hitting the ground at once, and saw smoke and dust fly up in the air afterwards. With gaping mouths we both started shouting “Oh my god, Oh my god!” and pointing towards the building. A guy on the street yelled up at us, because we were that loud, and asked what had happened. We then told him that that building had collapsed, and people sped up as they were shuffling to get to the other side of the bridge where it was believed to be safer. My first thought, Jesus I can only imagine about how many people just died right now, including the people helping below. I thought about all the crushed ambulances and fire trucks, not to mention police cars, and all of their personel. Thought about how brave these people were, had been, risking their lives to try and save a few. My heart sunk a bit, and worry came over me, thinking that what had been the structure giving in and causing the explosion, was perhaps something else, a bomb, missile or such. The few people that were still in our office came back up with astonished looks on their faces, and with all of the confusion my boss hit his head and had a gash on the top of his forehead. What seemed like a few minutes had passed, and we were still sitting there making out the mess, when as I looked over at a friend named Angie she open her mouth and pointed towards the other building, when I looked up I saw the building, what's been described as pancaking, with the top floors falling on the lower ones one by one, until there was nothing there. Don’t really recall the noise it made, happened a bit too fast.
It was then that I felt the need to get out of there, so I ran downstairs and hopped on my motorcycle, drove down Canal street over to the west village, and headed uptown on 6th Ave. toward a friend’s place, since the bridges and tunnels had all been closed. The only thing I recall from all of the chaos as I sped away was this group of construction workers, about six of them, walking down towards Ground Zero. They had a look on their face, what I would describe as willing heros, on their way towards the chaos to help. I remember thinking of how brave these guys were as opposed to me, but it just didn’t seem like a prudent thing to do for some reason. Suppose I lucked out since afterwards people who helped started developing lung diseases. I did sign up to help that afternoon, but when the call came like three weeks later I was out of town, up in Albany visiting my friend Scott. They sent me a pin anyway, which only made me feel like jerk, and I don’t know where it is to this day. That’s my 9/11 story and the beginning of my mental downfall, or perhaps the trigger that started the spiral. I went through a year of deep depression, not knowing what was going on with me, or through me, until a friend diagnosed me with PTSD. I made the piece below later on that year.
Something a bit chilling happened to me and some other commuters in the train a few days later when we went back to work: three stops before mine, the stop in which everyone ran into the car and the guy was screaming, which was directly connected to Ground Zero, smelled horrible. It was something like burnt hair mixed with oil and something decaying combined. To me it was the smell of death, and some people in the car started getting sick.
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Through Moonlit Eyes Through Moonlit Eyes
- From: dgd_media
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The following is the preface to my book "Through Moonlit Eyes the Collective Works of David G Duke":
Dear Readers;
Thank you for your interest in this book.
Because I am hypersensitive to sunlight and heat, I live my life at night, and sleep during the day; hence the title of this book; I see the world through eyes lit by moonlight, not sunlight. (No, I’m not a vampire.) While adjusting to a nocturnal lifestyle hasn’t been easy, and there are those who still choose to criticize me for it, I have come to love this life, and would not trade it for anything.
Perhaps in some way that criticism is one of the reasons I decided to compile this book, I often get asked; “What do you do all night?” To which I usually respond the same things most people do all day. Perhaps on some level of consciousness I thought that this book could serve as a hard copy answer to that question. Then again the people that ask me that question the most don’t do much with their days but drink beer, smoke weed, and play video games, so I guess I should consider the source as they say.
Through Moonlit Eyes is a collection of the digital art, photography and graphics designs that I have created over the past several years, and also contains a brief section on the music CDs that I have recorded. While several of the images shown in these pages are available for sale on my online gallery (see the last page of this book for the address), others are presented here solely for the sake of displaying my works and demonstrating what it is that I do as an artist. Images presented in this book reflect those that I have created and posted online as of December 31, 2008.
Long before I thought of compiling these images into a book format, I created one sheets for each image. These one sheets contained the title of the image, the image itself, internet key words or tags, and a brief description of that picture. When I started to compile these works into this book, I decided to just make each page a reflection of those one sheets, hence the different fonts and colors used on the pages.
Thank you again for your interest in my book and my creations, I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed creating it. Please keep an eye on the websites listed on the last page for future image creations, books, CDs, and who knows what else.
Goddess bless you and yours
David.
To order a copy of this book please visit https://www.createspace.com/3372376
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- 11 months ago
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