CB Exhibition Gallery #1 - Freedom

[Yamamoto]

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/CBEGbannercopy.png

Welcome to the Club Bleach Exhibition Gallery

Proudly presented to you by the 6th Division. :)
August 2008 | Exhibit #1

This is the place where members showcase their works, from graphics to photography to writing, all under a monthly theme.


Voting:

The public can vote for their favorite work for the People's Choice Award at the end. The voting will be open for the rest of the month and counted the day before the next month.

Now without further ado, I present to you the first CB Exhibit: the theme is FREEDOM.


Information Thread (http://forums.bleachportal.net/showthread.php?t=60151)(Sorry Kensei. had to unsticky the other one and wasn't sure where to place the link in this thread. If you want it changed, you can do it :p)

[Yamamoto]

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v390/CoolGogeta/64yur61.png

Design Industry


by Hiraishin:

http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/Satanic_Byakuya/ksmudgey.png

by -jOel-:

http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj183/JoelNS/deercopy.png

http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj183/JoelNS/parrotcopy.png

my theory .. animals = wild = free to do w/e they want

by Seto:

http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w121/Sander-Seto/fishytag2.png

http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w121/Sander-Seto/forshaz6.png

http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w121/Sander-Seto/nevetagwi0newsunts5.png

by kensei:

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/freedomcopy.png

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/battle3copy-2.png

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/now%20my%20new%20gifts%20place/sennacopy.png

[Yamamoto]

http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/9760/arkenteronteamuserbarjt1.png

Arkenteron Team


by Psychostar:

http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/9972/ichigocoolgi6.png

[Yamamoto]

http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/2716/smuserbar4pu4.png

Scarlet Moon

by Miyagi Rikku:


http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v491/mrr/miyatags/freedomLp.png

[Yamamoto]

http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/7069/cbgps2copyia6ax1.gif

Artist's Guild


by Alerane:


http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a196/painterc/Fave%20pics/WishToFly.jpg


I felt this piece related to freedom with the freedom to dream. Kids have hopes and dreams that they can only have when free of the responsibility of adulthood, and believe whatever they want. The innocence of a child is a strong representation of freedom in the world today.


by kensei:


http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/flight.png


http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/fantasy-margareta-1.png

Through death, there is the freedom of the soul from the physical body.

[Yamamoto]

http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/8544/asdul2.png

Shutter Squad


by //KirA.~:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v404/NHL34/Fotos/planes.png


Fighting for freedom.


by kensei:

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/SecretGardens123.jpg

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/SecretGardens021.jpg

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/SnowyMountains08059.jpg

Freedom to Explore.

http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/SecretGardens337.jpg


http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/photos/f-art1099.jpg


http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s69/kensei_viz/photos/09-23-07011.jpg


Blue and red.
Peace and war.
Today's youth, tomorrow's leaders.
Young and lively, an aging dandelion.
A glimmer of hope.

Note: In the Filipino flag, the blue stands for peace and the red stands for war. Both these words relate to freedom, and since the Philippines is independent, there are no wars so the blue color is above the red. Also the dandelion is a symbol of freedom.


by shanyetta:

http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i198/shanyetta23/IMGP1486-1.jpg


When people headed out west they were looking for the opportunity to own their own land, to live freely outside of the big crowded cities. This picture represents the dreams of those pioneers fulfilled. :)

[Yamamoto]

http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/9595/ireallylikepoetrymh5.png

Poetry Corner


by Ikkaku's Girl:


Balancing on the rim,
Teetering over the edge,
I can clearly see the canyon floor,
Where my body lies
Shattered and unrecognizable.

You stand with me at the cliff
Shouting for my sanity,
Ordering me to stay in control;
I reach out for you,
But your hand remains at your side.

The wind blows about,
Throwing me off-balance,
And a foot slips over the collapsing ledge.
The frustration of staying up
As you pretend to care
Eats away at my already tired muscles,
And I begin to ponder the freedom of the fall.

How easy it would be
To drop to my demise
And let you carry the remorse
For the both of us,
To leave you accountable
For the pieces of me on the rocks below.

But my heart is stronger than I know,
I dig my toes into the crumbling earth
And lift myself up again.
I aim towards your now open arms,
Which eagerly await the embrace
Of my triumphant return,
But the wind…
The same wind that once threatened my life,
As you watched me struggle to save myself,
Has also blown me off course,
And now, my path has changed
Now, I am safer and stronger
With out you.

by kensei:


Eight men walking
Nine altogether, only eight walk
No, march down that path
That sad, solemn path

The ceremony begins.

Eight men stop walking
The ninth, had already stopped long before
Now at rest
Peacefully, where no man may disturb him
Where his reason for fighting
Is laid over that cold and solemn box

Eternally.

Six bullets shot up at the air
The horn sounds, the flags fly high
The ninth man sinks,
Down to the cold and dead earth
Never to see the sky again.

Yet from the other end of the desert
Grieving faces crowd around dead bodies
Without fancy boxes, without flags over their heads
Only bloodied clothes that they died in
No salutes, only cries, wails of pain
Against the scorching desert winds

One, a boy, fifteen
A poor, young mother, a shattered face
He sought to fight, sneaked out to protect
Was there a chance against those metal birds?
Or those lumbering iron turtles roaming the sands?

Two sides
On what seems to be a never ending battle
"You are my enemy, we are the heroes"
"You are our invaders, we have dead heroes"




Born into a new world
Wings spread wide
Into the endless blue sky

Time awaits.

by DJ Starscream:



As i look upon myself i wonder why I am this way.
Haunting torment in my dreams.
Tormenting memories in my reality.
My several attempts at escape are futile after awhile as i start drifting back each and everyday.
I feel the knife go across the flesh ,and i smile as i feel the tingly sensation shoot through my body.
I feel excited as I let it go all the way up my arm and stop at my veins.
As i imagine what real pain is like I wonder If I'll ever receive that real high that takes your mind away even for that one second.
As i put the knife down back where it was I remember when music gave me that high
then i start wondering why I am this way.


I thought they meant something to me but I guess they mean nothing.

As he was pulling your hair and calling you some unimaginable things.

Courage not something I was born with gradually gaining it till that day the day
were everything went topsy turvy.

The villain won in the end ,and there goes your boyfriend your hero your savior your fool who was once again blinded.

As he looks upon those memories with rage.

Smiling while hurting inside as you again and again tease his actions that he thought was noble.

The same actions he did out of saving you. While the villain is laughing too the fool is hurting inside wondering why in the end the villain is your best friend.

The same one who hurt you called you out of your name yet laughs with you again and again at the actions that were trying to save you.

I guess in the end values mean nothing to the hero as he walks away wanting death knowing that the villain has once again saved the day.

[Yamamoto]

http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o13/sarz_kze/WritersGuild21.png

Writer's Guild


by Decado:


Flee From His Abode

Theme - Freedom


A shrill cry resounded in the eternal night of Hueco Mundo. Anger blazed and
hearts were torn, the masked warrior coming to his end from the one who had
begun for him the veneration that he appreciated as life.

As the orange haired shinigami escaped with her, he knew she would never know
of his sacrifice, the step he had taken to assure her safety. Her freedom.

She would never know the barriers he had broken within himself to face his master, to draw his blade and selfishly take what he thought was just.

His sword had screamed clear of its scabbard, and it would die in the same
manner. For he had seen in her eyes understanding - the type he could only ever
recall in his master. From those early days of toil and dread, there was but one
purpose within him. To assert himself as the one who would best protect the
honour of his Lord, and he had done well.

When first he saw the girl he had seen it. The harsh determinedness he himself
had expressed, the same sad comprehension of what they were, and what they
could never become, for however long or however hard they worked. It was
there, or it wasn’t.

And for them it was not.

When his subordinate had asked for the kill, he had not shown his hesitation,
instead closing his eyes to the end of what needed to be. As fate would have it,
the orange haired shinigami had appeared, and set into motion the sequence of
events, which he looked back now not to regret.

Her time in Hueco Mundo was repugnant to all who occupied, and yet he could not
resist the notion of visiting her, of seeing those eyes. The reflection of emotion he
could no longer feel, no longer express.

The same sadness he knew he sensed, but could not feel.

And now she would be free, and he was glad. She seemed to love that boy.

Love. It sounded familiar. But the emotion escaped him.

His body now ripped, the pressure of returning from his released state dissipating
what remaining fighting reiatsu he would have left. His eyes lifted slowly, and he
saw the face he had sworn to serve. His master was not angry. That was enough.

‘Find her, Gin,’ came his master’s voice.

And that caused more terror than impending death, for he would not let them
reach her. Would not let them crush her soul, to bring her to the fate that he now
faced.

Within moments swords had clashed, Ulquiorra’s breaking upon impact, the hilt
snapping clear in his hands.

He heard the familiar cry of Gin’s shikai, and the blade punched through the
remaining fragments of his body, impaling him terribly on the wall, until the blade
was ripped away. He crashed to his knees, and felt the feel of her reiatsu in the
distance, growing further.

The marble of the floor rushed up to strike his face, his vision darkening, the pain
in his body flaring like intensified flames.

And yet his hand still pushed his body upward.

For he had promised her. You are under my guard human.

He suddenly saw his master kneel in front, a pleasant expression adopted for the
death of his Espada. ‘Rest, Ulquiorra.’

He had done enough. They would escape. They would be free. They would be safe.

She would be safe. Her soul would be free, her life still young. He knew as
his existence fled from him, the darkness of the pit calling him once more, that she
would never know of his sacrifice.

There was no light for him to reach after death. No beacon of hope for his endeavour.

He was a hollow. Just another hollow…

That gave his everything. That crushed his own desires and dreams… for her.

Yet she would never know.

And it broke the heart he never had.

by Ymir'sEmbrace:



He walked along the gold cobbled streets, the simple white robes covering the whole of his body as he made his way slowly to the far reaches of the sky. Daelus knew that he needed to utilize secrecy to be free from these bonds, and he knew the risks of his actions. He glanced down at the simple wooden hilt of the blade, wrapped in simple leather. Within the brown sheath lay a simple blade that glowed with a strange purple light, an artifact he found after his last battle with the hoards of Hell. He let his mind wander as he walked along the path. Though he walked slowly he made sure to keep a steady pace that didn’t seem out of place. It was only a matter of time until they found him, and he wanted to make sure he could get as far as possible before --

“You there, stop at once!” Their three voices rang out in unison; all carrying the same high pitched arrogant tone he had come to learn so well amongst them. It seemed that the guards had sensed the strange aura coming from the blade at his waist and knew that something was amiss. He couldn’t be stopped here. He grabbed at the back of the robes, right behind his neck, and threw off the white cloak. The long wavy strands of black hair that ran along the back of his neck and along the strong chiseled bones of his cheeks shined brightly in the sunlight. He flashed a wide grin as he let his wings unfurl. He turned around with a simple slide of his foot, and took off running before jumping off the last of the cobbled road and taking to the clouds.

He let his wings soar as he skimmed along the tops of the clouds. Behind him a single golden arrow flew by his face close enough to scratch the side of his cheek. He knew better than to think they would let him go without a chase. He cocked his head back slightly to see his pursuers. Two of the three had followed the last one off to find others to stop him. If need be they would fight as a legion just to stop one rogue angel, surely this was proof of their madness. He didn’t want to hurt them, but they gave him no choice, he had gone too far to be stopped now. He furled up his wings creating a brake that caught the two guards by surprise. He was directly behind both of them as he reached down to the simple leather grip that hung loosely around his waist. Though it had not been made for him his hand fit around the grip nicely, in an instant the blade was free of its sheath and already through the left wing of the guard to his right. He made sure not to slice completely through the hollow bones but deep enough to cause the angel to spiral beneath the clouds. He could see the wing begin to rot with the same purple tint that had afflicted the others, strange purple tendrils that raced along his wing. He looked up at the simple steel blade. It was not ornamented with any runes or any symbols of power, just a basic sword made of basic metals that glowed with a strange aura sending purple tendrils out which sucked up the golden rays of light.

He knew his brother would be fine. He would only be left paralyzed for a few hours and there was a special barrier erected that kept any angel from falling too far from grace. Daelus rubbed at the bruise that adorned his scalp, he had learned of the barrier first hand during an earlier attempt at escape. The second guard had already made a large arcing swoop and was making his way back to Daelus who was already one step ahead.

Daelus flapped his wings strongly as he spiraled upward in the sky sending fluffs of clouds flying about in a whirlwind that let out streaking rainbows under the long rays of light that reflected outward. The guard below stopped as he shielded his eyes from the direct sunlight. Daelus raised the sword above his head in a large circular arc that eclipsed the very sun itself. He fell straight down, the sharp point of the sword aimed straight for the helpless angel, both of his hands holding onto the grip lending his own strength to the sword. He could feel the blade stab deep into the guard's shoulder as it cut through muscle and bone. Daelus’s face met that of the angel- whose eyes were wide in shock, the purple tendrils were already making their way across the nape of his neck reaching out to his face.

“How…can you do this to one of your own?” He grunted in pain as he slid off the blade falling to the clouds below.

“Rest easy brother, your lord will not let you die in His domain.” Daelus hovered over the clouds, his wings flapping slightly to keep him aloft as he said a small prayer for his fallen brothers. He almost laughed at the fact that he associated “fallen” with them when it was he who was truly a fallen angel. He continued on in silence, only the gentle motions of his wings breaking the silence as he made his way further towards the great gate. He let his body spiral about the surface of the clouds skimming over the white seas, the sunlight beaming down on him. He knew that once he left he would never again be able to bask in the glow of the sunlight this close to his flesh, he would never again feel the soft precipitation of the clouds that misted up around him. He also knew what awaited him, a world that he had never seen before, a world of freedom where he could let his curiosity flourish. He smiled softly as he felt the air behind him grow turbulent. He looked back in time to see a third guard come flying towards him, his entire body and even the tops of his thick wings covered in armor.

It seemed that the third guard had not in fact gone to get help but had merely gone to gather his armor. This was no mere guard on patrol; he too was one of the lord’s great vanguards, one of the great seraphim. His six wings beat in tandem quickly closing the gap between the two. Daelus folded in his right wing spinning his body in a complete turn. He let his wings spread outward to their fullest now, two new sets of wings spreading outward. He had hoped not to startle the new spirits on their arrival into Heaven, but he had no choice now, this would not be the same as fighting a lesser angel. The seraphim flew towards Daelus, a large broad-sword drooping down into the clouds. Daelus pulled out his tainted sword waiting for his opponent to strike first. The guard swooped down into the clouds out of sight, Daelus searched about as he continued to float backwards. The large blade swooped upward from below his feet with great speed almost catching him off-guard. Daelus quickly swung his sword down letting the two blades meet each other, pushing Daelus’s arms back. The seraphim slowly rose up from the clouds, his upper set of wings covering over his face to guard him from the mist of the clouds.

He swung with the great precision of a trained fighter. He left no room for error in his swings, putting just enough force behind each arcing sweep of the blade to knock Daelus off guard and give him enough time to get into another swing without giving Daelus a chance to do strike back, yet at the same time he made sure not to put too much force into each swing as to knock himself off-balance. Truly he was a skilled swordsman and a veteran of many battles. Daelus didn’t mind though, he was not trying to harm them merely escape, and with each second that passed he grew closer and closer to his goal. The two clashed blades for tense minutes before the gate grew close.

Daelus didn’t realize it was so close until the Seraphim let out a visible gasp behind the large plate helm that covered down to his nose. He had not realized the rogue angel’s true goal until this very moment. Daelus simply flipped his body upward, the glowing pearl gates nearly upon them. With a strong slash he cut through the gates and passed by the surprised spirits of the recently deceased awaiting their final trial. He was as good as free now. He dove down through the clouds, past the barrier and through the veil that separated Earth from Heaven. He looked down at the ground below, his six wings retracted back into two, both spread back to increase his speed.

He wondered what he would do first; if he would find out the source of this blade’s power, or if he would see what this mortal realm had to offer. He was so caught up in his thoughts he did not see the angry beast that pushed himself ever closer to the fallen angel. Daelus had no chance to react as the sharp blade of the broad sword pierced through his left wing; a strong metal gloved hand grabbed at his right wing roughly catching him off guard and spinning him around. The seraphim glared darkly at Daelus, his aqua blue eyes cutting even deeper than his blade.

“What have you done? How could you forsake paradise and attack your own brothers!? Have you truly given yourself up to his embrace, have you become a nephilim?” His eyes lost their tense gaze, replaced by fear and confusion. No doubt his mind was trying to grasp what was happening, he could not understand. Daelus simply laughed.

“Nephilim, seraphim, both are nothing more than words to me. I am a soul, a free soul. I wish not to be slave to an indifferent god.” His voice came in raspy hisses; he was too close to freedom to have it ripped away from him now.

“How can you call our great lord indifferent? It is through Him that we have peace and eternal life!”

“Through Him? He who sits and watches as we go out to fight in his name, as we watch our brothers lose their very existence…for what… for momentary peace? If he were truly all powerful would he not be able to protect his realm himself? Would we not be free men able to come and go as we please instead of waiting until next we go out to die? There is so much of the mortal world we do not know, so much we do not see. I cannot exist knowing this.” Daelus thrust his sword forward, the blade getting caught in the seraphim’s right palm. The blasphemous energies of the blade tried to eat away at the armor, to cut through to his flesh. His zealotry alone protected the seraphim, a white aura engulfing the plate mail. Daelus let the blade drop to his side, he had failed. Freedom was not meant for those that serve.

“You are wrong my brother, I take you home now and I will pray that you learn from our lord’s forgiveness.” Daelus looked up, confusion in his eyes. “Yes, I know our lord will forgive you these heresies.” The seraphim began to ascend back to the veil that separated the two planes. Daelus couldn’t do it, he could not go back. He could feel the arid air on his flesh; he could see land, true earth, beneath him. He raised the blade up one last time.

“Faith protects me brother, your attempts are futile.” Daelus said nothing as he swung the blade downward cutting through the wing that was still gripped in the seraphim's heavy grasp. The seraphim lost his grip on his broad sword with the sudden shift in weight. Daelus fell downward, the sword and his wing falling at each side of him. He spiraled downward, his hand reaching out for the land below.

<Freedom…>

The seraphim floated in the sky above, his top wings covering his eyes, the bottom wings covering over his waist. He slowly ascended back beyond the veil, unsure of how things had gotten so out of hand, how his brother could have lost faith. He let the top wings fall to his side as he looked at this right gauntlet which glowed with a strange black aura. It was an odd feeling, not exactly evil…just different. He had to rid himself of this taint. He reached at the leather straps which held the gauntlet to his arm. He stopped himself at the last strap. He was not sure why…but an odd curiosity fell over him. He took one final glance at the earth below before continuing his ascension.

[Yamamoto]

Entries from Members Not in Groups

These members have submitted entries but are not in the appropriate groups above, for example if he/she sends a photograph but is not part of Shutter Squad. Also, any entry that does not have a group like an AMV for example, goes here.


by teddyen:


http://dellidew.deviantart.com/art/Flying-Cage-92072610


hmm, this is suppose to symbolise freedom, but w/e, it depends how you interprete it... an art is only appreciated through it's viewer's eyes.
note: the bird, supposedly falcon, couldn't fit into the cage :p

It's watercolour that has been edited with photoshop.

don't rip, it takes effort to make it ><

edit: i forgotten to mention, i had reference too. It's a falcon picture from DK book 'living world'.

Deviantart link: http://dellidew.deviantart.com/art/Flying-Cage-92072610


by Renren:

http://img168.imageshack.us/img168/4083/freedompm7.jpg

by Seto:


http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs30/i/2008/176/1/9/Dolphin__Ireland_by_CoolGogeta.jpg

http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/i/2008/176/1/c/Deer_in_Ireland_by_CoolGogeta.jpg

http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/176/0/3/Landscape_2__Ireland_by_CoolGogeta.jpg

http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/176/0/5/Landscape___Ireland_by_CoolGogeta.jpg

[Yamamoto]

Thank You




To all the participants who submitted entries.


To all the representatives of the 6th Division who collected the entries.


To you for viewing the Gallery :)

We couldn't have done all this without all of you :D



The next theme will be Music, and the deadline will be August 25.

[Yamamoto]

The first CB Exhibition Gallery is up :)

EDIT: Deadline is August 25 not September...my bad ^^;

Let the voting for the People's Choice Award commence :D

[Barbaroi]

It was a close call between setos pictures and Miya's LP. I really liked the 1st, 2nd and 4th pictures though, especially the 4th one. Really beautiful looking place.


Seto GMV

[Hiraishin]

Kensei GMV

The photography is really great, I think he matched it perfectly. :3

[silverwolf801]

I choose SETO's GMV
To me he best illustrates the traits of freedom with his crisp and clean tags

[Prince Noctis]

Kensei GMV

The photography is really great, I think he matched it perfectly. :3

Kensei GMV

[Milan]

Kensei gets mine!

[Kray]

It was tough for me - between Kensei and Alerane.


Kensei GMV. <3



(<3 you still ale!)

[Alerane]

lol, I say Kensei too ^^

[Ren]

Votings closed. Will tally the votes and announce the results soon :)

Thank you for voting! =D

[Yamamoto]

Thank you for all the votes, we appreciate it :)

Kensei= 5
Seto= 2

Congratulations to all participants, and the Gallery will be put on hold for the moment. It will still be themed for Music so you can still make works, we'll just announce the new due date when things get running back up ^^;

[Barbaroi]

Congrats Kensei.

I CALL RIGGED VOTING!!

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Lol jk. Seriously. Congrats man :)

[Hiraishin]

Thats mean uncle >;

Grats kennie :3

[Yamamoto]

@Barb: well you should have gotten more people to vote to overthrow me then :p

Thanks :)