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.
While sliding my feet into my black leather dress shoes, my fingers grasp the mauve tie sitting on my unmade single bed. The noise from the washing machine bounces off the wooden acoustics, echoing throughout my small apartment. I walk to the bed and sit down on the edge, making a dip on the surface. My eyes dart to the wooden nightstand drawer, I yank on it for a while and it finally comes out. The collection inside the drawer includes multivitamin tablets, some Panadol, two medical directory magazines, a medicine prescription paper pad, a few bandages and several coins. However beneath the layer of my collectables there is a sheet of pitch black felt which separates my collectables from my treasures. I grab each corner of the felt and shift the pile to the
Rooms are a great place to unwind and recollect after a long day. They hold precious items and memories, and are the one place we can get away from the world. Bedrooms tend to be a place where we feel at our safest, and where we keep all our personal items. Items that we subconsciously identify ourselves with because they mirror our inner self. In my room, I have items that I feel reflect my inner values. However, it did take me quite some time to find these items among my family’s things. Just as John McPhee states in his essay, “The Pines,” “It was something of a wonder that I noticed the pump, because there were, among other things, eight automobiles in the yard, two of them on their sides and one of them upside down, all ten years old or
...f mines. My possessions are tied to memories and experiences I have gone through, and without them, I would not be how I am today.
Tracey Emin’s ‘My Bed’ (1998) was displayed in Tate gallery in 1998 and was shortlisted in an exhibition for the turner prize. My Bed Installation; consisted of her bed with bedroom objects in an abject state, Mattress, linens, pillows, objects sized 79 x 211 x 234 cm, currently in displayed in the Saatchi gallery. In 1999 which was sold at an auction for over $ 2.55 million.
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.
mattress, she said “That’s it. Get all your crap. You’re moving in with me” (86). Leigh-Anne
A couple years after he passed, my grandmother on my dad’s side bought me a curio cabinet with a glass casing and six shelves. It was her’s and my mom’s idea for me to place things in there that belonged to dad or things that my dad have given me that I wanted to preserve, yet still be able to see regularly. This is where the cactus skeleton and the cotton that I mentioned earlier in this essay are currently. Along with those two things, I have many more objects that were once my father’s, and held by him in his hands. Not only do I have objects, I have his notebook that he wrote in while he was out driving. It has a bunch of random writings in it, of numbers and what seem to be nearby stores at whatever location he was at. My mom even gave me some of the post-it notes that he would
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.
One’s personal possessions usually have value to them because they are something that a person can truly claim as his or her own. The most desirable and most valuable possession would naturally be love. With love some, but not all, desire material possessions. Last, everyone desires security to complete the last piece of the puzzle.
To me it was more than just an old dresser. It held many of our family's best times and fondest memories. I realized that I would soon have to leave my family and move on, but the mementos I had collected would remind me of them each and every day. I was jolted out of my blissful trance as the loud honk of the van horn made me snap back to reality. I quickly threw on my coat and grabbed up my bag, giving one last glance at my dresser.
The reason my bedroom is so important to me is because my room holds all of my personal belongings, which are very important to me. Also my room is a comfortable place to study or just to relax.
My bedroom is a very special and different room. Thriugh the day it's a relaxing sanctuary but through the night where all my wildest dream and fantasy's can be let loose into the tender world.
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...