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Thursday, 18 February 2010

my muppet show


my muppet show
Originally uploaded by Francoise MELZANI
Francoise mezani has now joined the Crazy Artists group.Her work really gives me butterflies in my tummy!!!




I have started a group on Flickr,Crazy Artists, with all my favourite artists on it(well the ones i know about)It's all very new to me but it's great.I've also started mucking around with stencils I'd never really done it before,just picking up other peoples,I'm liking it and want to tackle more difficult images...HELP!

Wednesday, 17 February 2010

By ROA


By ROA
Originally uploaded by Thias (°-°)
this is sooo cool.

Rue de l'Ourcq


Rue de l'Ourcq
Originally uploaded by morac19

dA_cRuZ , Mezzo Forte & C215 : Ourcq

Again..lots of diferent styles all mixed together.VERY inspiring.

2026 with a few added flowers....

use what's around you ..and just make it better!!!

stencils 1 003


stencils 1 003
Originally uploaded by su_e_side
a collaberation with Robbie.

stencils 1 001


stencils 1 001
Originally uploaded by su_e_side
my attempt at stencils worked..it's the start of something....!

Graffiti


Graffiti
Originally uploaded by annar_50
WOOOO!

With their backs to the world

" I've given up the stuff.It became too much,I began drinking every day. A lot...."
"In the begining it helped.It was a comfort.Then everything got worse.My nerves were shot,I grew afraidof everything.I drank even morejust to calm myself down,but then I got nervous again,so I drank even more,and finally I was just a nervous wreck..."
" I came close to losing grip totally,and realised I had to put aside the bottle for good."

painting

A painting is not thought out and settled in advance. While it is being done, it changes as one's thoughts change. And when it is finished, it goes on changing according to the state of mind of whoever is looking at it
The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus, 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"