It all began with me;
When the piercing tip made contact with the coarse untainted expanse. It was the beginning of the intimate connection between the creator, the instrument and the canvas which formed swift, coursing curves on the page. Graceful and delicate at first, the force increased as he traced already existent lines, deepening their shade, making them more prominent.
He was of older age. I felt his hand quiver whilst trying to sustain a firm yet fluid hold as he illustrated the miniscule features, which were too small to be noticed at first glance but made all the difference on the bigger scale, transforming a drawing into a masterpiece.
Radiant day turned into faded night. Flower vase turned into coffee mug. Luminescent sun rays filtering through the slightly undrawn blinds, casting a striped facade of shadow and light on the canvas, became a fluorescent manufactured brightness from the desk lamp occupying the corner space of the desk.
Through the ebb and flow of light and dark, I stayed his loyal companion and under his guidance, I was brought to life, manifested into the developing snapshot. A stroke here. Birds. A stroke there. Ripples. Till all these isolated senseless lines united and proclaimed a story of a thousand words – yet there were none.
With a sigh of resignation and triumph, he stepped back to look at our work – the mark that we have made to eternity.
A single three-hundred and sixty degree rotation and I have been renewed – with a shorter existence as compromise.
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Word after word after word. A string of letters composed of meaningful strokes. They were all just lines to me but in them there was a contained expression – was it a song, a poem, a letter, a story, a diary entry?
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...hat was still trying to get used to the action.
My brothers and sisters – Amber, Ash, Hunter, Jade, Rose – just to name a few, joined the scene illuminating it with an exuberance and spirit that I alone could not achieve. Warm and cool hues complemented each other striking the seamless balance between comfort and familiarity, and serenity and openness.
Upon finishing, I was directed to the space labelled “Name” and with a dignified stance, he wrote his own name branding it as our work. This was the first thing he was taught to write and certainly not the last.
From the fridge door to being the feature exhibition in an art gallery. It all began with me.
Even through my constant use to my eventual death, in my sufferings – every sharpen leading to the looming end – I became better at what I do. In my stories, whether in words or images, I live on, I made a mark.
The timeline carries on chronologically, the intense imagery exaggerated to allow the poem to mimic childlike mannerisms. This, subjectively, lets the reader experience the adventure through the young speaker’s eyes. The personification of “sunset”, (5) “shutters”, (8) “shadows”, (19) and “lamplights” (10) makes the world appear alive and allows nothing to be a passing detail, very akin to a child’s imagination. The sunset, alive as it may seem, ordinarily depicts a euphemism for death, similar to the image of the “shutters closing like the eyelids”
gave your life, for some reason, collapses. In a religious meaning, I believe it is best described by St. John of the Cross as “the soul’s journey to the divine union of the love of God” (Perrine). The darkness represents the hardships and difficulties the soul meets in detachment from the world and reaching t...
TXT- He was concentrated with the spiritual forces of nature than the exterior aspects and curvy shapes of the pastels were inspired from nature. The image is a complete abstraction of a dove used with pastels to create a geometric figure. Pg 346
Ralph heard the night watchman call lights out. The moon gleaming in the window was the only source of light within Ralph’s room now. Even in the dim light he could make out the sink and toilet. The room was padded, and the door had a glass window that reflected fluorescent light into the room. The combination of the artificial and natural light created a faint glimmer upon the mirror that hung above the sink.
Artists are masters of manipulation. They create unimaginably realistic works of art by using tools, be it a paintbrush or a chisel as vehicles for their imagination to convey certain emotions or thoughts. Olympia, by Manet and Bierstadt’s Sierra Nevada Mountains both are mid nineteenth century paintings that provide the viewer with different levels of domain over the subject.
Though most works of art have some underlying, deeper meaning attached to them, our first impression of their significance comes through our initial visual interpretation. When we first view a painting or a statue or other piece of art, we notice first the visual details – its size, its medium, its color, and its condition, for example – before we begin to ponder its greater significance. Indeed, these visual clues are just as important as any other interpretation or meaning of a work, for they allow us to understand just what that deeper meaning is. The expression on a statue’s face tells us the emotion and message that the artist is trying to convey. Its color, too, can provide clues: darker or lighter colors can play a role in how we judge a piece of art. The type of lines used in a piece can send different messages. A sculpture, for example, may have been carved with hard, rough lines or it may have been carved with smoother, more flowing lines that portray a kind of gentleness.
charged at the world with full intensity and wrestled his perceptions into lines that fairly
Through the course of this poem the speaker discovers many things. Some discoveries made are physical while others are mental and emotional. On a physical level the speaker discovers a book, a new author and the power
overcomes him and he becomes consumed with the idea of creating life, “Summer months passed while I was thus
This marked the beginning of his inspiration to form a personal, expressive, and religious stance on his art values and style. He has found his process and content that will be apparent in his future work.
...iolent animal and human combat. They filled up his mind. Over time his style had become purified and refined. His brush strokes were bolder, more confident and vigorous. His colors were cleaner and brighter now. His compositions are more direct and simpler.
experiences are reflected in their writing. Both of these writers present the reader with the concept of human mortality in such a way that not only is the fear of death prevalent in their work, but also the love of life.
I addition, the painter ability to convince portrays fabric of different types of the marks to make him a great painter. In a dimensional work of art, texture gives a visual sense of how an object depicted would feel in real life if touche...
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by James Joyce, exemplifies the model of art it proposes as it also offers the reader on how to read that very art. Following the main character, Stephen Dedalus, through life, Joyce uses Stephen’s immediate perception to convey how an artist views the world. The reader witnesses Stephen encountering everyday aspects of life as art—the words of a language lesson as poetry or the colors of a rose as beautiful. Through Stephen’s voyage and words, Joyce introduces the theory that “beauty” as a label for an object is not born from the actual physical object itself, but rather lies within the process one goes through when encountering the object. Joyce’s theory is also experienced by the reader as he or she encounters Stephen’s perceptions as well as the beauty of the poetic language and vivid description within Joyce’s narrative. The rhythmic patterns and stylistic sentences create a multitude of authorial voices that blend at various points in the novel involving Joyce, Stephen, and the reader.