Thursday, April 8, 2010



Narative 1

I was standing there in my old worn down neighborhood. The tall brown trees were all dead, it’s like we had never lived there. The houses are all close together and falling apart. It’s been years since I have been here. At night the street lights would light up the road and the walk way would shine from the lights. The best time to go out was at night with the dark blue sky with the moon shinning in the night. There was a clear blue pond near my house. At night the little green frogs would speak to each other. It was almost like magic.
Everything was so simple back then. I didn’t have to worry about anything. Life was almost perfect but there was something missing. I just couldn’t figure out what. I used to sit for hours around a hot fire with hot chocolate and try and think what could possibly be missing in my life. I had good grades, a wonderful supportive family, amazing friends, sports, but what could be missing? That’s what I asked myself every night.
After about a year went by I walked into my school on my first day of my senior year in high school. I had on a little jean skirt and a colorful shirt on. My shinny brown hair all curly and nice was so tan from the beach all summer. I didn’t want to be in school anymore couldn’t wait to graduate. I was putting my bag in my locker when he walked by. I didn’t know who he was or how old or anything about him. But instantly I knew I needed to meet him. He was tall, tan, and handsome. I had been in that school for three years and never saw anyone like him. He walked to fast and I didn’t want to seem like a stalker and chase after him so I slowly made my way to first period. When I got there he was the first person to catch my eye in that room, and then I was hooked. Don’t ask me about the feeling I had but somehow I knew that he was what I was missing.
I saw that old wooden desk next to him was open. So I sat down. I was trying to get the confidence to say hi but I just couldn’t I was frozen. I never had a problem talking to guys before but this time was different it’s like he took my breath away and didn’t even know it. The class was almost ending and I still couldn’t say hi. When the bell rang I was so disappointed in myself I knew I had to talk to him.
I finally got the nerve to walk over and say hi. We began talking but I don’t remember what he told me because I was mesmerized in his heavenly blue eyes. He walked me to my next class and told me his name was Matt. Before he walked away he told me to meet him in the courtyard which was filled with beautiful flowers.
As soon as the bell rang I ran as fast as I could to the bench in the courtyard because I wanted to be there before him. I was shaking because I was so nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. Then he came walking around the corner and my heart melted. It wasn’t a bad thing I had the biggest butterflies ever. We sat there for hours and talked about nothing. All we did was look into two each other’s eyes and I was amazed I never wanted that day to end. Then we walked down that very same street where we are standing. We walked up and down this street for hours and hours. It was raining then though so we walked under an old tan umbrella.
We talked for a couple weeks, hung out a few times. Then one day he asked me out I was so happy I couldn’t say anything. We dated the rest of the year and I knew I was in love. Two years later we got married. That was the happiest day of my life. We got married in the beautiful garden where we had met. It was so romantic. I knew from the moment I met Matt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I never thought that by not trying to meet someone can actually have your true love just show up without warning. From that moment on I knew that he was what I was missing all along and then I had him. I will never let him go.
“Grandma?” said Sophia “Yes Hun” I said. “Do you think you will be with grandpa for the rest of your life?” she asked. “There is no doubt in my mind. We have been together for fifty years and we are still madly in love. He is my best friend and I can’t picture my life without him. I love him so much” I said. “He will always have my heart no matter what happens.” Sophia said “Do you think I will be in love someday?” “ I don’t know but if you do then you will know from the moment you lay your eyes on him” I said “ And make sure you talk to him because just as easily as he walked into your life he could walk out. Don’t let that chance of a lifetime go by” Sophia said “Thanks grandma I love you” I said “I love you to. Let’s go home”.

Monday, March 29, 2010

http://www.gemeentemuseum.nl/index.php?id=35860&langId=en
Museum: Von der Heydt-Museum
This fits my concept because its shows art through love and passion.

http://www.museumoflove.org/
Museum: The museum of love
This museum is all about love so it works really well with my concept.

http://love.twowholecakes.org/
Museum: The museum of fat love
The museum is about over weight people and I don’t know it is really a museum but it says it is. This goes well with my concept because just because your over weight doesn’t mean you cant fall in love.

http://www.mbam.qc.ca/tiffany/en/index.html
Museum: The Montreal Museum of fine arts
I choose this museum because all of the painters have passion and love for there work. My concept pretty much works with all museums because everyone has a passion and love for something.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Movies: The Titanic(1997)
The Notebook
A walk to remember
The Proposal
(500) days of summer
Barry White - You're My First, My Last, My Everything Lyrics
The first, the last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are
I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
You're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for evermore
You're the first, your the last, my everything

And with you I've found so many things
A love so new only you could bring
Can't you see it's you
You make me feel this way
You're like a fresh morning dew on a brand new day
I see so many ways that I
Can love you till the day I die
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a-a-a a dream
You're the first, the last, my everything

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
Girl you're my reality
But I'm lost in a-a-a a dream
You're the first, you're the last, my everything
First Love

Author: Sharmaine Pearl Seno

For the first time I felt
this true love in my heart
it is buried so deep
and that I would always keep

All through the darkest night
you’re the brightest star in my sight
always been at my side
even in a grisly fright

You clothe me when I shiver
with your ever warm embrace
you’re the moon that lights my way
that makes me feel very gay

You wipe the tears on my cheeks
the tears of joy that I’ve seek
and it’s you, my love, my divine
That makes me shine so bright

You’re the sun in my sky
staring at me with all your might
guiding me with your ever shining light

For the first time in my life
I found my love and my life
without you I will cry
for you my love I will die!



MY PASSIONATE LOVE

Author: Unknown

All I am, all I'll be
Everything in this world
All that I'll ever need
Is in your eyes
Shining at me

When you smile I can feel
All my passion unfolding
Your hand brushes mine
And a thousand sensations
Seduce me

'cause I
I do cherish you
For the rest of my life
You don't have to think twice
I will love you still
From the depths of my soul
It's beyond my control
I've waited so long to say this to you
If you're asking do I love you this much
I do

In my world, before you
I lived outside my emotions
Didn't know where I was going
'Til that day I found you
How you opened my life
To a new paradise
In a world torn by change
Still with all of my heart
'Til my dying day


Artist: John singleton Copley
Title: Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Mifflin
Location: Boston
Medium:Portrait
John Singleton Copley was born into the family of an Irish immigrant named Richard Copley and his wife Mary Singleton Copley. Though no record of the birth was made, the date is believed to have been July 3, 1738. His parents owned and ran a tobacco shop in Boston. By 1748, Richard Copley had died, though the exact date of this is also unknown, but on May 22, 1748 his widow married Peter Pelham, an engraver and teacher, and moved with her son to a quieter and more respectable part of Boston.
Copley’s stepfather, Peter Pelham, played an enormous part in the future artist’s education. First of all, general education – reading, writing and math – were available right at home in Pelham’s school. Most importantly, however, Copley had the opportunity to work in his stepfather's shop, where he was taught the art of engraving, as well as forming friendly contacts with several Boston-based painters, whose studios Copley could visit. Unfortunately, this situation did not last long – Peter Pelham died in 1751 when Copley was only 13.
The boy pursued the artistic trade. All alone, he learnt from engravings of artwork from Europe, imitating them and borrowing different elements to create his own works, from dress to landscapes in the background. At the age of 15 Copley started his career as a portraitist. His earliest works, such as a portrait of his stepfather Peter Pelham (1753), or the portrait of his stepbrother Charles Pelham and the portrait of Mrs. Joseph Mann (1753) are still immature and stiff, and depended on liberal borrowing from other artists' work, but nevertheless are impressive if we take into consideration the young painter's age and training.
In 1755 the British painter Joseph Blackburn, settled in Boston, bringing with him the latest European fashion: Rococo. Learning first hand from live paintings was the next stage in Copley’s artistic development. Very quickly, he picked up the skill of depicting graceful poses and rendering rich draperies and jewelry.
By 1758, Copley had produced about 40 portraits, which record his rapid progress in mastering the craft. During these years he came to the attention of high Boston society. One of the best works of the first five years of his career is the double portrait of two sisters, Mary MacIntosh Royall and Elizabeth Royall, daughters of one of the wealthiest New England citizens, Isaac Royall. With his depictions of beautiful girls, fine lace, the folds of silk dresses and background draperies, the 20-year-old painter was showing off, eager to demonstrate his skills at rendering texture.
In the early 1760s, Copley tried his hand at pastels, a media very popular at the time, and his pastel portraits rank among the very best of the 18th century. By the mid-1760s Copley had become famous not only in his native Boston, but also throughout colonial America. He received invitations to travel to Philadelphia, New York and Canada, but always refused politely, having a lot of commissions at home. He was now also looking for recognition in the old world.
Copley was introduced to the London public at the exhibition of the Incorporated Society of Artists in 1766. His entry “Boy with Squirrel” was the first picture painted in America to be exhibited abroad. Boy with Squirrel is a portrait of Copley’s half brother, Henry Pelham. Painted in 1765, it was based on a sketch from around 1758 when the sitter was nine. The picture was welcomed and praised both by the public and artistic critics. The painter was accepted to the Society of Artists of Great Britain and invited to London. Inspired by this success, the next year Copley sent the Young Lady with a Bird and Dog (sometimes known as Mary Warner) to the Society’s exhibition. This picture, however, was met negatively, which made it obvious to Copley that in order to become a great painter by European standards he would have to come to Europe to study its art first hand. Despite his wish to study in Europe, Copley could not just pack up and go – there were commissions to be fulfilled and he might have been afraid to risk his financial well-being and good standing as a leading painter in the colonies.
On November 17, 1769, he married Susanna Farnham Clarke, the daughter of Richard Clarke, one of Boston’s richest merchants and local agent for the British East India Company. Their union was destined to last 45 years and to produce six children.
In May 1771, Copley and his wife went to New York on the invitation of Captain Stephen Kemble, a British Army Officer stationed on Manhattan Island. Copley worked in New York for 7 months, producing about 37 oil portraits. Unfortunately, most of his New York portraits vanished when their owners, mostly loyalists, fled the country at the outbreak of the Revolution in 1775. At one point during his busy stay, Copley found time for a two-week trip to Philadelphia to see Allen’s collection of paintings. Copley and his wife were back in Boston in January of 1772.
The early 1770s were a time of constant discontent and violent outbreaks in the American colonies. Having many friends among both loyalists and revolutionaries, Copley did not want to take sides, but he could not, however, entirely escape the effects of the growing unrest around him.
The history-making Boston Tea Party of December 16, 1773, drove his father-in-law to the brink of bankruptcy. The unstable political situation made Copley’s services as a painter unneeded for a while, and he at last made the decision to travel to Europe. On June 10, 1774 Copley departed for England. He sailed alone, without his family, clearly intending, as soon as the troubles were over, to return to his flourishing practice as America’s leading portrait painter, but the long and bloody War of Independence which broke out soon after his departure, forced him to postpone his return. After the war ended, Copley financial situation no longer permitted a return, and the painter ended up staying in Britain forever.
By the time Copley left America, he had painted about 350 portraits, of which 312 still exist today.
Copley arrived in England on July 9, 1774. After 6 weeks there, he set out for the continent, first stopping in Paris, and eventually reaching Genoa and Rome. His first work in Europe was rather surprising for a Puritan painter – The Ascension of Christ. After such an unexpected subject Copley returned to portraiture with his rather pompous family portrait of Mr and Mrs Ralph Izard, an American couple whom he met in Italy. The portrait, in Copley’s usual manner, features a large number of antique accessories and has a view of the Colosseum in the background.
After 7 months in Rome, Copley returned to England, eager to put to practice all his new knowledge. In London he reunited with his family, who had left war-ravaged North America. At the Academy’s exhibition in 1776, Copley entered his Italian work, the portrait of the Izards. It attracted no special notice, but thanks to the earlier success of his Boy with a Squirrel and Benjamin West’s efforts on his behalf, Copley was elected an Associate of the Academy.
In 1778, Copley produced his first historical picture, Watson and the Shark, commissioned by Brook Watson, a well-to-do merchant and the future Lord Mayor of London. The painting depicts an incident that happened when Watson was 14: swimming in the waters off Havana, Cuba, he was attacked by a shark that bit off his leg. The picture was praised by both the public and critics.
Almost at once, Copley started another historical painting - The Collapse of the Earl of Chatham. The subject was William Pitt (1708-1778), the 1st Earl of Chatham, the British Whig statesman, who had been England’s Secretary of State and later its Prime Minister. On April 7, 1778, in the House of Lords, Chatham sat listening as a fellow member of Parliament, the Duke of Richmond, made a speech calling for George III to withdraw troops from the colonies and to recognize American independence. As the aged and frail Chatham rose to protest, he collapsed, the victim of a stroke, dying a month later. Copley worked on the picture for two years. Foreseeing the picture’s popularity and hoping to profit from it, the painter ordered a large engraving of it and sold 2,500 advance subscriptions for the prints. He also decided not to exhibit the painting at the Royal Academy, but in separate quarters, charging an admission fee. During the 10 weeks that the painting was on display, some 20,000 people came to see it. This incident was a cause of much tension between Copley and his fellow Academicians, West included.
Copley’s next historical painting was commissioned by the influential London alderman and print publisher John Boydell. The picture revived another episode in contemporary history – the death of the young British commander, Major Francis Peirson at the moment of his victory over invading French troops on the British-held Channel island of Jersey in 1781. The picture was also exhibited independently and for a fee, further vexing the Royal Academy and Copley’s colleagues.
By 1790 Copley finished his monumental Siege of Gibraltar. Its display drew enormous crowds, but critics were unenthusiastic.
Faced with the resentment from London art circles, Copley was going through a hard time. The rivalry with his compatriot and former friend Benjamin West had turned into open hostility. With Reynolds’ death in 1792, West had been elected president of the Royal Academy. Copley himself had aspired to the post and thereafter disagreed with West over every Academy issue and intrigued against West at every opportunity. He was fast losing most of his other friends.
After the critical response to The Siege of Gibraltar, Copley produced several other history paintings in the hopes of repeating the success of Watson and The Death of Chatham. However, he produced few notable works.
On September 9, 1815, Copley died of a stroke in his London home at the age of 77.

Friday, March 5, 2010


Title: Puppy love
Artist: Tom Windham
Medium: Oil
Location: Unknown