Title: Friendship
Artist: Kasey Sullivan
Medium: Photograph
Location: Australia
Artist: Kasey Sullivan
Medium: Photograph
Location: Australia
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Image 18
Title: Friendship
Artist: Unknown
Medium: Photograph
Location: Unknown
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=+friendship&form=QBIR&qs=n&sk=&sc=8-10#focal=2bf9fb0b36802963119c50aa52aef340&furl=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.flickr.com%2F2178%2F1797604443_99e353371f.jpg
Artist: Unknown
Medium: Photograph
Location: Unknown
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=+friendship&form=QBIR&qs=n&sk=&sc=8-10#focal=2bf9fb0b36802963119c50aa52aef340&furl=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.flickr.com%2F2178%2F1797604443_99e353371f.jpg
Image 17
Title: Friendship
Artist: Unknown
Medium: Oil
Location: Unknown
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=+friendship&form=QBIR&qs=n&sk=&sc=8-10#focal=cf5e4c7d779bc46e00a417b075a2f80a&furl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dobhran.com%2Fimages%2Ffriendship-3.jpg
Artist: Unknown
Medium: Oil
Location: Unknown
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=+friendship&form=QBIR&qs=n&sk=&sc=8-10#focal=cf5e4c7d779bc46e00a417b075a2f80a&furl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.dobhran.com%2Fimages%2Ffriendship-3.jpg
Image 16
Title: Imaginary Friends
Artist: Unknown
Medium: Photograph
Location: Wellington
http://www.mnn.com/lifestyle/health/stories/study-make-believe-friends-make-kids-language-skills-better
Artist: Unknown
Medium: Photograph
Location: Wellington
http://www.mnn.com/lifestyle/health/stories/study-make-believe-friends-make-kids-language-skills-better
Image 15
Title: True FriendsArtist: Unknown
Medium: Oil
Location: Unknown
http://blogs.muxlim.com/islamfan/true-friends/
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=true+friends&form=QBIR&qs=n&sk=&sc=7-12#focal=c03466c8c593eaa9394ba36d43a0ca70&furl=http%3A%2F%2Fartfiles.art.com%2Fimages%2F-%2FNancy-Crookston%2FTrue-Friends-Print-C10082219.jpeg
Image 10
Title: FriendshipArtist: Unknown
Medium: Unknown
Location: Unknown
http://www.flickriver.com/photos/ejpphoto/popular-interesting/
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Narrative 2
My mom always tells me how attached I was to that big ball of fur. Ever since I was born Trupper had always been around. My mom told me that I would always hug Trupper and he wouldn't mind. But if anyone else grabbed him he would start barking at them. He was almost like my brother even though he was just a dog. But no he wasn't just a dog to me, to me he was my best friend. I grew up being used to having him around the house, him barking if he heard something outside. He was like our family's gentle watch dog. But one day this all changed.
This was the day I was sure to never forget. I remember every moment of it like it was yesterday.
I was one of the shy kids in school I tried keeping out of people's way. So my house was a safe place for me. After school I'd come home and play with Trupper. He would be waiting for me at the gate in our backyard at the exact minute I'd get home, almost as though he knew what time school ended. I would let myself in and start playing with Trupper. His favorite game was fetch, he would run back and forth across the yard for hour. Repeatly doing the same thing.
One day I came home and I was having a losey day and was looking forward to seeing Trupper. As I came up the driveway heading towards the gate I couldn't see him. As I got closer I could see that the gate was open. My heart started pounding. I walked towards his doghouse but he wasn't in there. Maybe he's inside. I walked inside and yelled his name, again he was nowhere to be found. Maybe my mom took him out for a walk. I checked the counter for any signs of my mom being home; her car keys, her purse, nothing. I walked outside to look in the driveway for he car, that wasn't there either.
All the possibilities of where he could be ran through my head. They started of reasonable but then progressed into the worst things possible. Maybe my mom took him to the vet, no she always makes me walk him down the street to the vet. Maybe he got out and someone found him. Maybe someone say him in my backyard and took him. Maybe he did get out but nobody found him. What if he never comes back? So many possibilities were running through my mind.
All the possibilities of where he could be ran through my head. They started of reasonable but then progressed into the worst things possible. Maybe my mom took him to the vet, no she always makes me walk him down the street to the vet. Maybe he got out and someone found him. Maybe someone say him in my backyard and took him. Maybe he did get out but nobody found him. What if he never comes back? So many possibilities were running through my mind.
I ran inside to call my mom and find out if she knew where Trupper was. As i dialed the numbers my hands were shaking so much I was unsure if I was actually typing the correct numbers. I put the phone to my ear I heard exactly three rings. Every ring seemed louder. She answer, "I'll be home in fifteen minutes, love you." Before I could respond she hung up. She had to of known where he was if she didn't want to talk to me. Usually when I called her after school she'd ask me how was school, do you have homework, or any other questions about my school day. I was always the one who didn't want to talk, but today it was her ending the conversation quick.
I sat on the couch for what seemed for ever. My mom finally arrived at 3:45 five minutes more than how long she said she would take. My mom wasn't usually home until 4:30.
As she pulled into the driveway I looked out the window into the car to see if she had Trupper with her. Maybe they were just coming home from the vet. When I didn't see Trupper in the car I sat on the couch waiting for my moms explination.
She walked in and looked at me then back down at the ground. But something caught my eye, her eyes were red as though she had just been crying. I knew that my possibilities could be correct from the look on her face.
She sat down next to me holding my hand. She looked me in the eye, I was right she had been crying. She told me that Trupper had been getting to old and that he was starting to hurt often. I have noticed him starting to be tired alot more often. But I thought nothing of it. She then explained to me that the vet and her thought it was the best thing to put him down. Those words froze in my head put him down. Once I realized I would never see him again I started crying.
My sad crys turned into anger towards my mom. I started yelling at her asking why would you do this. I said how could you do this and not tell me, all I would need was a goodbye.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Critique #3
The name of the painting is Friendship. The artist is Pablo Picasso. The medium of this piece is oil on a canvas. The subject matter is Friendship. When I look at this piece it is very calming and relaxing.
There are two figurative pieces in this art that seem to be humans. The body is made up of compositions that make the bodies a whole. These two people render two friends leaning on each other. The way the people are touching each other shows a content of friendship. There is chiaroscuro between the fronts of back of this piece; towards the front it is lighter but as you move back it gets darker. There is a hue of dark shades in this piece of art. There a darker shade of colors shown in this painting. There is a good amount of value between the amount of light in the painting and the amount of darkness in the painting. The person having their hand on the other person’s leg implies movement. In the foreground there is a human being comforted by another human. In the field there is a human comforting another human. There is a subtle white thing in the foreground of the painting that I did not immediately notice and that I cannot tell what it is.
The focal point that I see in this painting is the two people’s faces. Where the people’s bodies are there is a lot going on but when you look at their heads they are just resting on each other peacefully. There is an obvious narrative which is that these two people are friends. Also it seems as though the one in the background is comforting the one in front of him by having his arm on his shoulder and by touching his knee. The things that make this piece strong is the pieces that make it up and the relaxation of the piece. The thing that makes this piece weak is the white thing in the foreground that I cannot tell what it is.
There are two figurative pieces in this art that seem to be humans. The body is made up of compositions that make the bodies a whole. These two people render two friends leaning on each other. The way the people are touching each other shows a content of friendship. There is chiaroscuro between the fronts of back of this piece; towards the front it is lighter but as you move back it gets darker. There is a hue of dark shades in this piece of art. There a darker shade of colors shown in this painting. There is a good amount of value between the amount of light in the painting and the amount of darkness in the painting. The person having their hand on the other person’s leg implies movement. In the foreground there is a human being comforted by another human. In the field there is a human comforting another human. There is a subtle white thing in the foreground of the painting that I did not immediately notice and that I cannot tell what it is.
The focal point that I see in this painting is the two people’s faces. Where the people’s bodies are there is a lot going on but when you look at their heads they are just resting on each other peacefully. There is an obvious narrative which is that these two people are friends. Also it seems as though the one in the background is comforting the one in front of him by having his arm on his shoulder and by touching his knee. The things that make this piece strong is the pieces that make it up and the relaxation of the piece. The thing that makes this piece weak is the white thing in the foreground that I cannot tell what it is.
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