Blank. That’s how every canvas should begin. However, the canvas I faced was bleeding with chaos. Ash from volcanic eruptions fought with blades of water beating down, darkening the sky as rubies and citrines spewed from the angry mouths of volcanoes. The once lush, vivid landscape of palm trees, hibiscuses had been blackened to their cores. The earth maniacally bellowed at the havoc entrapping me; my shoes struck the ground, attempting to beat my heart in the race to avoid the sudden dips into oblivion. Thud, my aching feet had betrayed each other as the ground cracked beneath me. “I can’t do this any longer,” I thought, as my eyelids fell along with my body. “Yes you can, just breathe. Remember your weapon,” and as my breath escaped, the words of my conscience seeped in. …show more content…
The oblivion, once engulfing me, was filled with strokes of emerald rainforests and cerulean blues lapping over peachy sand. The hibiscuses, once smoldered, were repainted with the fiery reds, warm oranges, calming purples and pinks melting from a sunset, which had erased all traces of the stormy sky. The mouths of the volcanoes, once clamoring for attention, were silenced with rolling hills dressed in lavish green cloths. Boom boom, boom boom, my heart slowed as I stepped back, paintbrush in hand, to see that the world around me had been repainted. Repainted from the academic chaos that had almost devoured me, to an oasis of
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
Since the painting focuses on depth, the picture is read near to far, starting with the obvious painstaking details in the foreground, and ending with the massive background.
“There were moments when ones past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself;but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream,remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of the strange world of plants,and water, and silence....When you have to attend to things of that sort, to the mere incidents of the surface, the reality- the reality, I tell you-fades.
In the distance to the West, the fiery and hazy sun had begun to sink below the horizon. The fuzzy outline of the mountains glowed orange, as if they were melting. In the form of cascading shades of gray to black to ink, darkness seeped in from the East.
Volcanoes are one of natures most interesting and dangerous phenomenons. The way volcanoes operate can be understood, on a basic level, by just some simple physics and chemistry, this paper will investigate and explain some of the basic physics that govern the behavior of volcanoes.
Option 1: Tell us about one of your proudest achievements and why it is important to you.
There is a serene moment when reading John Muir “A Windstorm in the forests,” that rushed through me. Which can only be described as a rush of emotions that one might face when returning home after traveling for so long. I feel that this response is so far harder to write than I could have imagined it to be because the forest Muir is describing within his story, within the Sierra Nevada is one that I grew up with. The same ones that I spent my summers and winter breaks at, I feel a slight struggle when trying to describe my response because I didn’t realize how much I miss all of that and how many of my memories are surrounded by that forest. Reading Muir story brought back the images of seeing stretches of land covered in an endless amount
Hughes ran along the hot sandy beach of Oahu, Hawaii. Oahu was a secret military that the enemies had found. It held missiles and experimental weaponry. The enemies had found it and captured it, he was there to take it back. He was just let out of a reinforcement helicopter onto the beach and it was already dangerous. He was trying to reach the front line to push the opposition back, but it was all for nothing he was stuck in the back. Hughes was thinking about how he could move up get to the front. As he figured out how to get to the base, he saw a large tank come up a dune with two smaller tanks trailing behind it. He knew this would be a hard battle considering they were now out gunned by the three massive tanks and two-thousand soldiers.
“Why are you obsessing over it so much?! He’s dead to us and to this city! Going beyond the city limits is certain death. God knows what’s out there, just waiting to kill you.”
My canvas held the expectation of an understanding, forgivable environment until the day of childish criticism and unreasonable expectations arrived
...rivers of paint rush across the dark black ground, creating writhing intertwining shapes that suggest figures in a landscape setting, but without any specificity whatsoever.
"Not if I beat you until you can’t." I said crudely. I was anxious and scared. I broke my mum's lawn gnome and knew that she had warned me of touching them or else she would make me into a lawn gnome. I also knew that I would not only be in trouble for breaking of the head of the orange beard, red checked and very plump gnome, but also for playing hooky with my Dad’s RC car. Later that night I got three extra spankins for threatening my little sister.
Super Volcanoes There is no exact definition for a super volcano, but the expression is often used to refer to volcanoes that have produced extraordinarily large eruptions in the past. When one of these large eruptions occurs, a huge amount of material is blasted out of the super volcano, leaving a massive crater or caldera. A caldera can be as much as forty or fifty miles wide. At Yellowstone, the caldera is so big that it includes a fair amount of the entire park. In effect, it is so big that at first scientists didn't see the state a caldera had until it was photographed from space.
It will be one rough journey for the young artist, however. Life will throw him around in a complicated mixture of feelings, thoughts and emotions, as he will desperately seek to find out who he is and what his purpose in life is. As his mind keeps sinking in dark, depressive moments of contemplation, the world around him will gradually affect him less, and his subconscious will start building the foundations of a brand new world, inside his head. A world where clocks melt under the persistence of the moment, where the horizon bends under a quill and nature explodes into a force against which we are meaningless; a world of beauty, color and contrast where poverty does not exist; where pain, solitude, depression and agony have no meaning.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...