Have you ever been so attached to something that It kills you to be without it for more than a day? Well let me tell you about the love of my life, my bed. My bed belonged to my grandmother who has been the most important person in my life. I wanted something that would remind me of her every night before I went to sleep. It may sound weird to people who have their own rooms, their own apartments, their own space, but my bed holds a lot of meaning because it 's an heirloom, it 's a safety zone, and it 's the only place in the whole house that is mine. My bed lets me have the opportunity to have my own space. Unfortunately i 'm the only girl in my house. I live with five of my brothers and my dad, so finding a place where I can do work and …show more content…
My bed has meaning to me not only because it 's my bed but because of the person who gave it to me. My grandma, someone who raised me. Every time I look at my bed or go to sleep, I remember all the days she sang to me, and told me stories about her life in Africa. The mattress isn 't my grandmothers don 't get me wrong, but the backboard and frame is. This bed makes me think about my family. My grandma’s Alzheimer 's was getting bad and my family came to the decision that it was time for her to move away and go to a nursing home. I feel their decision hurt me the most. My grandma was my diary and she wasn 't gonna be here anymore. Even though she forgets my name and forgets me sometimes I 'll never forget her and this bed is the constant reminder. My bed is a bed that 's pretty easy to describe. My bed has a wooden backboard and smells like strong old perfume every time I smell. I 'm pretty sure it smells like my grandma if I try to smell hard enough. My bed isn 't the bed you 'd think a typical sixteen year old would have. My bed isn 't extravagant or crazy, but it 's simple and comfortable and feels like home to me. My bed is brown, my favorite color, and blends in with my side of the room. Every time I look at my bed, I see her, my grandmother. My bed is definitely hers, if I had to chose a bed this wouldn 't be it but I still love it …show more content…
My bed has seen the days I 've cried about missing my grandma or the days I 'm happy because of something my family surprised me with. My bed has seen all my laughs and all of my tears. My bed has seen the days that I would worry and stress over my finals and my bed has seen the emotions that I can 't put into words. My bed reminds me with my grandmother 's advice and for that I love this bed. My bed has witnessed all the days I would go crazy over every little detail because I want everything to be perfect. My bed is the one thing in my house that I control. I control everything that happens on my bed and who touches it and who 's allowed to sit on it. I control everything that happens with my bed and nobody has crossed that. Out of everything in this house this is the one thing I call mine and I can control in any way I want. My grandmother said she would leave her bed to her favorite granddaughter and she wanted me to take care of it and that I will do. I never let my bed be dirty. I make sure my bed is clean and would be something my grandmother would be proud of. My bed is the only thing that makes me a control
In Robert Gober’s exhibition “The Heart Is Not a Metaphor” at MoMA, his works are full of the childhood experiences. A piece such as "happy family" this old road of old topic and the content of his own expressive suppression. Standing in front of Gober’s twisted-crib sculptures, I ask myself: What is my regret? Do I have any memories that haunt me at night? Fuzzy I saw the ceiling, my mother’s face and the edge of crib. I think most people have those images in their dreams too.
I’d never been in a house like this. It had rooms off of rooms, and in each of them were deep sofas and chairs, woven carpet over polished hard-wood floors, tasteful paintings on the walls. She asked if I was hungry, and she opened the fridge and it was stuffed with food-cold cuts and cheeses, fresh
“The thing about a bed, is that we keep them in our bedroom, which is like our intimate space, our private space, that we can
The photo is my bedroom. A fragrance is on the small desk next to the bed. Several perfumes on the table and a box of perfumes and scent boy washes are under the bed. It shows that I love scent very much. The turquoise laundry basket, bed sheet and comforter make
Is this the part where we compare my bed in the closet to your bed in the dishwasher box?
My room is the only place where I am most comfortable due to the way how I personally decorated it. My room fits my personality and nothing in my room distracts nor annoys me. Everything fits my preference: the size of my bed, its setting, its organization, and the low quantity of baubles scattered around the room. My room can either be clamorous or silent.
While Rauschenberg and Oldenberg both depict beds they do so in a different way. It is important to note that Oldenberg’s bed is very realistically depicted. The bed is viewed with the surrounding room visible which appears to be a bedroom. The only thing that seems out of the ordinary for a bed is the diagonal end placed upon the end. It is quite easy to see why Testadura argues that this bed is only a bed when viewing this work of art. However, Rauschenberg’s painting differs more from the mental image of a bed most of us picture. The bed depicted by Rauschenberg, “…hangs on a wall, and is streaked by some desultory house paint” (Danto 205). The upright bed is not functional in the sense a physical bed is expected to be. It is common for the viewer separate from the Artworld to question things about this bed like how the bedding and pillows stay in their correct places while the bed is upright. It is also common for those to wonder why the bed has been splashed...
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
Below the ceiling, hovering eighteen inches above plush, sculptured carpet, a monstrous king-sized tempurpedic bed. The oak sturdy headboard attaches to a scratched and dented brown metal frame, extending down to include an identical oak footboard.
Bed bugs are a somewhat mythical creature for many people and wildly exaggerated claims about their behavior may have made made it hard for you to understand bed bug truth and fiction. Clearing the following myths of any truth can help you better understand these annoying vermin.
In 2004–2005, the Penn Humanities Forum will focus on the topic of “Sleep and Dreams.” Proposals are invited from researchers in all humanistic fields concerned with representations of sleep, metaphors used to describe sleep, and sleep as a metaphor in itself. In addition, we solicit applications from those who study dreams, visions, and nightmares in art or in life, and the approaches taken to their interpretation.
The feeling of security that was so pure. It became a reminder of a time when everything was simple and it was so easy to find happiness in the most unexpected ways. I remember considering myself lucky whenever my mother would indulge in my pleas to play the piano. Never would have I thought that listening to the notes of “Send In the Clowns” or a song from Forrest Gump could give me so much joy. Another fond memory was our parents allowing my siblings and I to play in the rain. Being given permission to do so was already a big thing for us. To be able to enjoy such a simple act is something I hold unto. This house is the symbol of my childhood innocence and a life unmarred by worries. This is the place where I 've felt contentment in its most basic
It also provides the emotional link that I need to relax and a sense of comfort behind the closed doors of my home. I feel that these are the bricks that should be laid in every home and should be remembered in order to truly know what a home is or should be. I believe the feelings that are attached to me being at home do not come with a price tag, but it provides me with the different resources I need to help to shape my environment. Ultimately, things such as comfort, pleasure and a sanctuary are priceless within the walls of a
Everyone has their own, personal place to have alone time and clear their heads. For me, that place is my bedroom in my apartment. My room is the one place where I feel most nostalgic and comfortable; its’ a comfort that can’t be replaced. My bedroom is my favorite room in my apartment because I always have my privacy there, and I feel like it shows my personal style, which I love.
As the images and scenarios form, one’s emotions become a promising technique the brain plays on, touching the core of an individual’s deepest desires. When one wakes, the dream may be remembered; it might be in bits and pieces, but the parts still contain the dream. With the memories of the dream, comes the notion of wonder as one begins to contemplate whether what was seen in the dream is really the desires of her heart and mind or if the...