Curious Vintage Fictions
Featured Work
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PRIDE & STUPIDITY by Carol-Anne Kozik
Hurrah for the cat….....Captain Proton and the Boys from the music-hall…......... / /
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Boo! by Carolyn Prior
Decided to make something for Halloween.
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Myrna, a Patchwork Faerie by mollywog
The Patchwork Faeries are very shy, but I finally coaxed one of them into the digital world. Allow me to introduce Myrna. I found her arranging the stars one night and she agreed to pose for me during her midnight break. She’s snacking on fruit, a common food for a Patchwork Faerie. I created her portrait in Photoshop Elements 7 using public domain images.
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the very bad hair day ! by Martine Roch
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Witchcraft by WinonaCookie
It used to be that every town and village had someone like Thalia, a woman living alone or perhaps with a child on the edge of the forest. Gathering her herbs by the light of the full moon, infusing her elixirs, brewing her tinctures, boiling her concoctions, she was indispensable to townfolk for her wisdom and her expertise in healing their ills, soothing their pains and easing their woes, and it was that necessity that made her dangerous. A person one needs is a frightening person indeed. Fortunately, no one came after Thalia with a pitchfork or trussed her up to a stake, but she was isolated and avoided and had only her owl and mouse for company, at least until pain stabbed through a man’s heart, or a woman’s baby refused to be born or until all the desire simply packed up and moved out of someone’s marriage. Then would come a midnight knock on her door, a gift of money, or embroidered cloth or simply a hen offered to her and Thalia would pack up her poultices, her tiny vials and her foul-smelling powders and set off to do what she did best, and gratitude and relief would pour forth from the healed – at least until the next time they saw Thalia at market. / Thalia’s closest secret is that she preferred this arrangement. She loved her tiny house tucked in the woods, the arcane mysteries of plants that unfurled before her, her familiars and her solitude. And of late a young woman often came calling, a girl with a spark Thalia immediately recognized and a talent for the art that they both delighted in uncovering. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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Gaudi, visitors, and owner. by egold
During my Gaudi-day I’ve been on the roof of Casa Batlló with its beautiful chimneys covered by a mosaic made of broken ceramic tiles (trencadís) that starts in shades of golden orange moving into greenish blues. As always, there are a lot of visitors around. Everyone is busy: looking, shooting or just collecting information for the future talk with friends, telling them about Gaudi and wonderful Barcelona. Looks like everybody having fun and enjoying… but it’s not truth… I saw the black bird, who was very disappointed by everything around her. She looked like real owner of this place and all uninvited people just were in the way for her lunch and after lunch siesta… Casa Batlló is a building restored by Antoni Gaudí and Josep Maria Jujol, built in the year 1877 and remodeled in the years 1905–1907. The local name for the building is Casa dels ossos (House of Bones), and indeed it does have a visceral, skeletal organic quality. It was originally designed for a middle-class family and situated in a prosperous district of Barcelona. / The building looks very remarkable — like everything Gaudí designed, only identifiable as Modernisme or Art Nouveau in the broadest sense. It seems that the goal of the designer was to avoid straight lines completely. Much of the facade is decorated with a multicolored mosaic. The roof is arched and was likened to the back of a dragon or dinosaur. A common theory about the building is that the rounded feature to the left of centre, terminating at the top in a turret and cross, represents the sword of Saint George (patron saint of Catalonia), which has been plunged into the back of the dragon.
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Me say, want Tom-Tom, not Tom-Cat. by Karen Scrimes
Featured in the In-Between Group – Thank You / Featured in the Curious Vintage Fictions Group – Thank You / The image began with my photo of the Empire State Building taken from the Rockefeller Centre building in January this year. The gorilla has been extracted from my image taken at Taronga Zoo, Sydney in Dec 07. Credit to Robyn England www.happyrobyn.com for the La Femme elements of cat and striped hat. Credit to Katie Pertiet of DesignerDigitals.com for the LetterBox traveller paper (vintage aircraft ). / The title reflects the humour in the image with an oversized cat watching nonchalantly on the other building while flames lick at King Kong. If you look closely you might spot my daughter (the heroine) standing on the Empire State building waiting to be rescued by a confused King Kong. Hence the need for a Tom-Tom! A little whimsy is good for the soul. Thanks for looking. / / Gorilla image /
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Don't Let Life Pass You By by Anji Johnston
I decided to create this piece because I have been sitting in all day waiting for a package from Fed Ex to be delivered. You know, the ones where you have to sign for it and they give you a 10 hour window for delivery. So I didn’t want to waste my time doing menial things like cleaning the dust bunnies and doing laundry. I think this was time well spent myself!
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The Dark Shines by Talie Lines
hold your hands up to your eyes again / hide from the scary scenes, suppress your fears / so be mine and your innocence i will consume This is a photo-manipulation. / Which means this was created using Images provided by stock artists such as / http://desideriasp-stock.deviantart.com/art/Premade-Foggy-129003872 / http://rammkitty-stock.deviantart.com/art/secret-chapel4-130388919
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The Throne by phatpuppy
an online tutorial I saw – but I didn’t add all the bells and whistles. I just thought it looked cool and wanted to do my own version. The tutorial teaches you to do all kinds of stuff with it – but I was just playing around with it… / You can try too! http://www.tutorial9.net/photoshop/creative-photoshop-animal-king-photo-manipulation-tutorial/ :)
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Time to kill by ToastedGhost
another in my watch series / see also / http://www.redbubble.com/people/toastedghost/art/3409345-2-time-on-your-hands
Recent Work
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Artemisia's Absinthe by WinonaCookie
From the time Anyushka Rutkauska was a young girl, chemistry was all she could think of. While it was difficult for girls to pursue such professions in Poland in those days, it was not impossible, and Anyushka was finishing up her PhD at the University of Warsaw when rumors of the war began bubbling out of lecture halls and cafés like a laboratory concoction gone awry. Perhaps she was prescient, or maybe just restless, but she packed her bags and took off for Paris the day she passed her oral exams. At the time she certainly regretted the decision, as her freshly minted diploma did not translate into French easily, or truth be told, at all. That is how Anyushka found herself tending bar at the Taverne Coeur Noir in the 6th Arrondissement. Despite what she told the proprietor, she had no experience with tending bar, but for a chemist, how difficult could it be? Certainly easier than pronouncing “Anyushka” in French – patrons simply dubbed her “Artemisia” after the potent wormwood-tinged cocktails that were the ruin of many a Coeur Noir customer. Indeed, it became a badly kept secret that Artemisia’s cocktails were the best in the City of Lights, and artists, courtesans, poets, academics and diplomats began to pour into the cramped little bar to sample her potent concoctions. The cocktails proved to be great equalizers, rendering the rogue as well as the statesman a blissful yet blithering mess by the end of the evening. Inevitably, a bombast of German soldiers blundered in, rude and imperious, and with a hard, cold glitter in her heavily kohl-rimmed eyes, Anyushka cooked up something very, very special for the lot of them. No sudden deaths, no, nothing as obvious as that. Permanent impotence, total hair loss, an unshakeable sense of dread, irretrievable madness, the firm conviction that one was really a woman – these were the subtle gifts Anyushka’s cocktails imparted to the German occupiers. Where no finger could be pointed, no credit could be given, either. Nonetheless, Artemisia was awarded a Medal of Honor at the end of the war, enjoying heroine status, and best of all, an appointment to the chemistry department at the Sorbonne. This original artwork and story are copyright Ramona Szczerba 2009. Copyright to this material is in no way transferrable with the sale of this item. The buyer is not entitled to any reproduction rights – neither image nor story can be reproduced without my express written permission. Thanks!
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Christmas Tree by phatpuppy
all stock purchased / except for mouse / http://xnickixstockx.deviantart.com / and / http://redheadstock.deviantart.com
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Dark Cabaret by Songmistress
I’m having a good time with that mask. :) All my own photos and textures used in this creepy partly me/partly mask self-portrait manipulation.
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Lineage 2 by Susan Kimball
An assemblage piece that has grown out of other pieces around the same theme: family lineage. Collage of print images, copies of old family photos, acetate overlays made on my copier, framed with small rocks and acrylic colored gloss medium. 16×20 on canvas. A piece very dear to my heart. Amazingly I found a beautiful celtic tune by the same title.
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Guilty Pleasures by phatpuppy
stock purchased / cat = http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs40/f/2009/030/2/e/Moonshine_5_by_PhantasmaStock.jpg
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Acid Rain by Ron Moss
Digital Collage. From my own photographs and textures using a Canon G10 and CS4
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There's gotta be somebody for me like that........ by Tracey Mac
Gotta Be Somebody This time, I wonder what it feels like / To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of / But dreams just aren’t enough / So I’ll be waiting for the real thing, I’ll know it by the feeling / The moment when we’re meeting, will play out like a scene / Straight off the silver screen / So I’ll be holding my own breath, right up ‘til the end / Until that moment when, I find the one that I’ll spend forever with Cause nobody wants to be the last one there / Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares / Someone to love with my life in their hands / There’s gotta be somebody for me like that / Cause nobody wants to do it on their own / And everyone wants to know they’re not alone / There’s somebody else that feels the same somewhere / There’s gotta be somebody for me out there Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight / And dammit this feels too right, it’s just like deja vu / Me standing here with you / So I’ll be holding my own breath, could this be the end / Is it that moment when, I find the one that I’ll spend forever with Cause nobody wants to be the last one there / Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares / Someone to love with my life in their hands / There’s gotta be somebody for me like that / Cause nobody wants to do it on their own / And everyone wants to know they’re not alone / There’s somebody else that feels the same somewhere / There’s gotta be somebody for me out there You can’t give up, looking for a diamond in the rough / You never know, when it shows up, make sure you’re holding on / Cause it could be the one, the one you’re waiting on / Cause nobody wants to be the last one there / And everyone wants to feel like someone cares / Someone to love with my life in their hands / There’s gotta be somebody for me, ohhh Nobody wants to do it on their own / And everyone wants to know their not alone / There’s somebody else that feels the same somewhere / There’s gotta be somebody for me out there / Nobody wants to be the last one there / Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares / There’s somebody else that feels the same somewhere / There’s gotta be somebody for me out there Nickleback
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Snow Head Lady Sitting on Bench by Frances Perea
This is a digital collage inspired by an antique postcard, created in Photoshop. Thank you for looking! Frances Perea Copyright.
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s c a r e by Ron Moss
Digital print Making. Photographs and scanned texture with layers of hand colouring. Photgraph captured in Southern Tasmania, Australia.
About This Group
This group is for people who love photomanipulation and/or collage with a strange vintage feel. Postings to this group must be
Curious: Unusual or surprising in a way that is unsettling or hard to understand. Odd, peculiar, weird, quirky, strange. Out of the ordinary.
Vintage: Denoting something of high quality, especially something from the past. We prefer a faux Victorian look, but the important thing is that it doesn’t look overly modern.
Fiction: Imaginary events or people. A fabrication; a story whose purpose is to deceive.
Collages and constructs of the Joseph Cornell type are welcome. We love sepia, we love color.
Please respect the work of others, leave constructive feedback, and take part in the discussions. There’s so much we can learn from each other! Tutorials are available for basic texturing techniques to help you achieve that vintage look as well as tips on how to use selection tools and control color.
Please be familiar with the group rules and remember: you can only post three strange vintage fictions per day.
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