Art, photoart and Photography by me. Imagik = image magic. Magic is the effect that image-play has on me. I hope to share that. Images, eclectic, whatever turns me on at the moment. My creative play. To say it, cross imagination with magic.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Freedom
Freedom, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Another in my series for Vera House, using the same couple as in "Erasure."
Occupation: Falconer
Occupation: Falconer, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click images to view larger. From the Golden Harvest Festival at Beaver Lake Nature Center in Baldwinsville, NY.
For Thursday Photo Challenge "Occupation."
Saturday, September 23, 2006
The Forest Floor IV (Survival)
The Forest Floor IV (Survival), by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger.
This is from my Vera House Women's Shelter Collection.
See a selection of my Vera House Collection.
This picture is a sandwich of an urban art portrait grown up with bushes and vines and paint dribbles from the same urban art site in Syracuse, NY.
This is from my Vera House Women's Shelter Collection.
See a selection of my Vera House Collection.
This picture is a sandwich of an urban art portrait grown up with bushes and vines and paint dribbles from the same urban art site in Syracuse, NY.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Claustrophobia: Mom, Mom, HELP, Get me outta here!
Claustrophobia: Mom, Mom, HELP, Get me outta here! by Mary STebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger.
For Illustration Friday's "phobia."
For Illustration Friday's "phobia."
Hawk
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
What Abuse Feels Like: Erasure
What Abuse Feels Like: Erasure, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger.
This is for Vera House's Art of Caring Project.
This is for Vera House's Art of Caring Project.
What Abuse Feels Like: Erasure
What Abuse Feels Like: Erasure, by Mary Stebbins Taiit. Click images to view larger.
This work is for Vera House's Art of Caring Project.
Watch this spot: Erased!
Hope I don't regreat this, but here is a piece I'm working on for Vera house and hope to complete in a series of stages day by day (I don't have time to just sit and work). Every item in this picture is in a separate layer at this point. The mouth is made of three layers, the hair of two (one in front one behind the head), they eyebrows have their own layer, as do the eyes, and so on. Mary Stebbins Taitt, click image to view larger. (I hope to have further installments on this.)
Sandcastle Elf
Monday, September 18, 2006
Living Scarecrow
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Home
Home, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Taken at the Civil War Muster in Jackson, MI. These tents were home for the soldiers during the war, and the reenacters live in them too--during the reenactments. Click image to view larger.
for Thursday photo challenge "home."
for Thursday photo challenge "home."
Change is the only Constant
Change is the only Constant, digital collage by Mary Stebbins Taiit (with only my own work). Click image to view larger. For Illustatration Friday's theme of the week: "change." Life is in flux. Everything is change. "Look to the seasons and cycles!"
Thursday, September 14, 2006
In Autumn Rain
In the Forest 2: After Love
In the Forest 2: After Love, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger.
This is part of my Vera House Series. In this image I imagine the woman left in the woods after a rape. The word "love" in the title refers to lovemaking or sex, an act which should be respectful and beautiful. Through rape and sometimes murder, certain men defile both women and all that is sacred and beautiful.
This is part of my Vera House Series. In this image I imagine the woman left in the woods after a rape. The word "love" in the title refers to lovemaking or sex, an act which should be respectful and beautiful. Through rape and sometimes murder, certain men defile both women and all that is sacred and beautiful.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
First Wife
First Wife (or, "In the Closet"), by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click Image to view larger.
This is part of my current project, for the Vera House Art of Caring. If you think it is gloomy and depressing, imagne what it is like to live with a man who would harm you.
This is part of my current project, for the Vera House Art of Caring. If you think it is gloomy and depressing, imagne what it is like to live with a man who would harm you.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Remember Who's In Charge
Remember Who's In Charge, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Another from the Vera House Collection. Click Image to view larger.
Imagine you were pregnant and the man who was supposed to love you beat you and kicked you in the belly so hard you went into labor and your baby died.
Imagine you were pregnant and the man who was supposed to love you beat you and kicked you in the belly so hard you went into labor and your baby died.
Monday, September 11, 2006
The Forest Floor
The Forest Floor, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger. This is another in the series I am working on for Vera House Art of Caring Project. I am working in support of women who suffer and sometimes die at the hands of men.
I'm posting this on 9/11 because I firmly believe that we have our own "homegrown" terrorism here in the great US of A. Women here are terrorized by rape and abuse from their own husbands, boyfriends and from neighbors, relatives and strangers. We cannot look away. We must see and change this situation.
I'm posting this on 9/11 because I firmly believe that we have our own "homegrown" terrorism here in the great US of A. Women here are terrorized by rape and abuse from their own husbands, boyfriends and from neighbors, relatives and strangers. We cannot look away. We must see and change this situation.
Remembering 9/11
Remembering 9/11, by Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger.
In the dust from the 9/11 attack in NYC, at ground zero, there were shoes, coated with dust. For each shoe that would never again contain the foot of its owner, I lay a rose today, remembering. For each victim that would never walk those streets again, today, remembering, I lay a rose.
In the dust from the 9/11 attack in NYC, at ground zero, there were shoes, coated with dust. For each shoe that would never again contain the foot of its owner, I lay a rose today, remembering. For each victim that would never walk those streets again, today, remembering, I lay a rose.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
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