Monday, January 3, 2011
Art is the Unspoken Language
As you stroll into the emptied white room with the canvas spread against the walls you approach one like no other. A portrait that reaches out to you, and leaves you speechless. The words were ripped from your mouth, and leaves you exasperated with mumbling staggered fragments in attempt of what you would like to say. The reason no words emerged to you clearly, is because there is no limit to what you can say in art, therefore we should not attempt to limit it with words.
Language can only go so far, but art is the unspoken language of infinite emotions. We were made without limits; whether you believe our creator was god, or atheistic evolution is the reason for our existence; somewhere along the line we began setting limits for ourselves. An artist expresses passion through his work in a unique point of view. I find it incorrect for students to be told to respond to art with writing. Not because I am a student and am looking to get out of work, but because art can not be expressed through words, and was intended to be that way by the artist himself. When we use the 47, 156 obsolete words of the English language we loose the passion that was put into the piece. Our world has evolved to a place where you must respond to everything with literature: why cant we respond using the unspoken language: art?
Instead of requiring students to describe how they felt when they looked at a piece of art, they should be given a choice between responding with literature, or art based on what they are more comfortable with. By making your own piece of work you can express your feelings more easily, and still show the symbolism and and message you got out of the piece.
Monday, October 25, 2010
"Today is life - the only life you are sure of".
Authors Note: I wrote this poem about the quote about a lecture Mr. Johnson gave us about living in the moment. The quote I used as inspiration for this piece was Today is life - the only life you are sure of". ~Dale Carnegie
Silent wind catches rustling sounds,
Cinnamon scents of autumn around.
Bitters air whipping, tornadoes tangling auburn strands
Slowly down rigid steep hills, steady steps expand.
Harmoniously combining with my thoughts sturdily
skidding to a stop, balancing my feet firmly.
Listen-
Live--
Making the best of the moments of today.
Is there a tomorrow? --
Will winter come?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Animal Farm
This piece symbolizes many things from Animal Farm by George Orwell. As in how power disrupted the lives of the animals. Take the three pigs for example. All started out with pure hearts but the thought of all the power they could withhold put them into a battle against one another. Doing things they never would have imagined before.
The tree represents the growing of their society. The left half of this piece is symbolizing the time before the revolt with the gold colors. Animals dreamed of their freedom, and were still good. As the power became more of the three pigs there intensions changed. It was less about freedom for all, and more about control. Laws were broken, and many of the animals were deceived. The right side of the tree is withered to show the pigs becoming corrupted by power. The bird flying into the night sky is there to show animals becoming evil. A quote by William Pitt- “absolute power corrupts absolutely”, describes both my piece and Animal Farm.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The key
Authors note: This poem is about trust, and how when your trusted with something you must not give in. A key can have many different meanings and in this poem i tried to express them.
Secrets--
Revealing pathways
The Truth-
Shall remain a mystery.
Curiosity-
Controlling
Overpowering
Overshadowing
Trust is held within you,
To fight the temptation to look.
Secrets--
Opened, closed.
Revealing pathways Drawn by its mystery.
Power--
Secured with a lock
Knowledge of where
The key-
The answer-The Truth-
Shall remain a mystery.
Curiosity-
Controlling
Overpowering
Overshadowing
Trust is held within you,
To fight the temptation to look.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Summer Fever
Authors note: Do you remember those days in spring that were so warm that you truly thought maybe summer is here? Well I do. My inspiration for this poem was one of those day.The kind that made you really truly believe spring is over, but then the next day the rain and storms are back.
Misfit days filled with warm summer air
No more snow to cover the ground,
a layer of green grass is revealed.
Yesterdays sunlit earth--
Replaced by the dark and dreary sky
And misting clouds above my head.
Gentle waves press against my feet
Taking steps across the warm sand;
Ones I could not take the day before.
This back and forth motion between
Forces a false sense of summer,
Because now the ferocious wind is back.
This day will last in my memory
My footprints marked in the sand as proof
Of a flawless summer day.
Misfit days filled with warm summer air
No more snow to cover the ground,
a layer of green grass is revealed.
Yesterdays sunlit earth--
Replaced by the dark and dreary sky
And misting clouds above my head.
Gentle waves press against my feet
Taking steps across the warm sand;
Ones I could not take the day before.
This back and forth motion between
Forces a false sense of summer,
Because now the ferocious wind is back.
This day will last in my memory
My footprints marked in the sand as proof
Of a flawless summer day.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Catedral Rock
The sounds in the world
Stood silent for now--
No human civilization
To distract from the beauty
Of the mesmerizing place before me.
Here--
Right now--
I feel as though the world is singing
In perfect harmony.
No off pitch noise
To ruin the perfect moment.
Authors note: Today some of the most beautiful places in the world can be ruined by the simple everyday things amongst us. It seems that wherever we go technology is always present. When I was in Arizona this was everything but that. My brother and I climbed a mountain called Cathedral Rock, and the silence let us soak in the beauty of the scene. This poem is about how a simple car horn can spoil a perfect moment.
Stood silent for now--
No human civilization
To distract from the beauty
Of the mesmerizing place before me.
Here--
Right now--
I feel as though the world is singing
In perfect harmony.
No off pitch noise
To ruin the perfect moment.
Authors note: Today some of the most beautiful places in the world can be ruined by the simple everyday things amongst us. It seems that wherever we go technology is always present. When I was in Arizona this was everything but that. My brother and I climbed a mountain called Cathedral Rock, and the silence let us soak in the beauty of the scene. This poem is about how a simple car horn can spoil a perfect moment.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Wanda's Diary
Author's note: Living in a place where you just don't belong is hard. This piece is diary entries from the point of view of Wanda in The Host by Stephanie Meyer.
November 19th , 2011
Thursday...The middle of the week. It's Friday soon but not soon enough. I've been living on the Singing world, for twelve months. Life hear as a bat is great, but I do not feel like there is a reason for my existence here. I’m happy, but I don't love anyone. I need someone to love. My life seems pointless here. Like I have no reason to get up in the morning. Would anyone even notice if tomorrow I was not here? All these question confuse me. That's why in the next week I will be taken to earth to be put inside of my first human host. This being my ninth planet I've lived on, and still no planet seems to fit me best. Although I’m not like most who have lived on two or three different planets, I am not happy here, and hope that this could be the one planet where I feel like I actually belong.
November 26th , 2022
Once again adaptation to a new host is a strenuous task, but the moment I opened my eyes to see the world in color was worth this Herculean task. Objects around me I had never seen before, but I knew what they were. So many memories and emotions to take in without knowing what they even meant to me. I have lived as almost every creature and I have yet to find a planet that fits me. This could be the one...the one planet I stay longer on than another full host life.
November 27th , 2022
I was told that the operation was successful, but I think otherwise. I’ve been named Wanderer and was told to look through all of the previous host’s memories. Her name was Melanie. A tall, tan, beautiful girl. She had a loving family until it was torn apart by the so called “cruel” world. See that’s just it. She showed me this, and seem to almost be talking to me, but as I tried to look further into her thoughts a wall was slammed down between us. A thick black wall protected by lock and key. There was no way around the wall. She held the key. I had no power against her. When I’m placed inside of my host she is suppose to die, disappear. Not be able to talk to me! I should be able to look through all of her memories no problem, but that’s not how it is with Melanie. She’s strong.
November 30th, 2022
MELANIE!...MELANIE! She’s alive. The operation didn’t kill her. This thing is living inside me still. I asked my Healer Fords Deep Waters about the whole Melanie thing, and he said that it has only happened one other time. His name was David. It was one of the first operations Fords has done. Most souls are put into child hosts, but like David I had requested an adult host. Since the mind is more developed in adults it’s more difficult to adapt to there mind, and take control over the body leaving Melanie’s presence a mere existence in her memories. John, David’s previous host did not die as well. He…He became stronger. John had taken control of David’s body. The harder he tried to fight against him the stronger John grew. Eventually David had no strength left inside of him that John took advantage of. John Stabbed David and ripped out his soul. What if Melanie does this to me? I can’t let her. This is my body now and I’m not going to give up. I am a fighter, and she is not gonna take me down. There is no chance that I am going to let her win this battle.
October 13th, 2022
Her memories are so vivid. Crystal clear pictures of moments in time, and I relive them every time I close my eyes. Melanie’s truly becoming stronger. She is beginning to take me down one step at a time. Right now she is ripping my heart out with all these memories, but what I don’t think she is realizing is how much I am beginning to attach to these dreams of her family. I think I have fallen in love with Melanie’s love, Jared, and, her little innocent brother Jamie. Now she is fighting me emotionally, showing me all the problems I have caused by taking her away from her family. How long will it be until The steps I walk are not truly mine?
October 27th, 2022
Jared is all I can think about. Part of the reason is because I can barely sleep anymore. Every dream I have is about Jared and Jamie. My love for them is so strong that I can’t tell whether I’m more in love with her memories or truly Jared and Jamie themselves. I want to see them for myself so badly that I don’t think I will be able to keep a restrain on how badly Melanie wants this too. She is so strong now that if I let myself become vulnerable to her she will be able to control me, and make me go where she wants me to.
November 15th, 2022
Today I must go see my healer Fords in Chicago. I need to speak to him about Melanie. I can hardly tell if when I take a step or move a finger if it is truly me doing this. It’s an uncomfortable feeling when you don’t know whether your body is your own.
November 17th, 2022
I have been traveling the desert for three days now. I finaly caved. Melanie got to me, and made me loose track of my reasonable thinking. I followed the map her Uncle Jeb had drawn for her a few years ago before I was placed into her body. Jeb said that if I, actually Melanie, was ever in trouble that this map would lead her to safety. Although I’m sure if I tried hard enough I could have resisted her temptation to go, but I didn’t want to. The thought of getting to see Jared and Jamie through my own eyes was to hard to resist. I couldn’t overlook this opportunity, or at least I was going to try to find my way through this labyrinth.
November 23rd , 2022
After four days wondering the desert I finally found my way to this hidden shelter, or at least it found me. I laid on the desert floor dehydrated, and hoping that my last few moments of life would be not so painful, but then like a god I was being carried into the shade of a cool shelter. Uncle Jeb rescued me from the dessert, and save my life. MY life not Melanie’s, but why. He could obviously see from the hideous scar on my neck that this was not Melanie’s body anymore, or at least he would have thought that.
December 25th, 2022
It has been a month that I have been living here, and I finally feel accepted. This underground cave is a human community protecting them from the “parasites”. Jared was tense, and not the same as in Melanie’s memories. I’m not sure if he truly is the one I love. Maybe I’m more in love with her Memories than actually him, but Jamie I truly do love. He believed me from the very beginning about how Melanie is still inside of me. Jamie never doubted that it was the truth, and he stood by me every step of the way, and for that I will always love him.
January 4th, 2023
I have finally discovered the truth bout myself. Melanie’s memories can make me love someone. I must love them for myself. Jared is not, and never will be the one I love, but I will always care for him. Truly I do love Jamie as if he was my own brother, and I know that he actually likes me for myself. The other thing I have discovered about myself is that me and Melanie are two entirely different people, and whether we care for the same people or not it can never make us the same. I think that Jamie is the reason I am here. He is one of the reason for my existence, and I am willing to live my entire human life here, with him. Maybe eventually I will find someone like Melanie’s memories of Jared, but for now Jamie is all I need.
November 19th , 2011
Thursday...The middle of the week. It's Friday soon but not soon enough. I've been living on the Singing world, for twelve months. Life hear as a bat is great, but I do not feel like there is a reason for my existence here. I’m happy, but I don't love anyone. I need someone to love. My life seems pointless here. Like I have no reason to get up in the morning. Would anyone even notice if tomorrow I was not here? All these question confuse me. That's why in the next week I will be taken to earth to be put inside of my first human host. This being my ninth planet I've lived on, and still no planet seems to fit me best. Although I’m not like most who have lived on two or three different planets, I am not happy here, and hope that this could be the one planet where I feel like I actually belong.
November 26th , 2022
Once again adaptation to a new host is a strenuous task, but the moment I opened my eyes to see the world in color was worth this Herculean task. Objects around me I had never seen before, but I knew what they were. So many memories and emotions to take in without knowing what they even meant to me. I have lived as almost every creature and I have yet to find a planet that fits me. This could be the one...the one planet I stay longer on than another full host life.
November 27th , 2022
I was told that the operation was successful, but I think otherwise. I’ve been named Wanderer and was told to look through all of the previous host’s memories. Her name was Melanie. A tall, tan, beautiful girl. She had a loving family until it was torn apart by the so called “cruel” world. See that’s just it. She showed me this, and seem to almost be talking to me, but as I tried to look further into her thoughts a wall was slammed down between us. A thick black wall protected by lock and key. There was no way around the wall. She held the key. I had no power against her. When I’m placed inside of my host she is suppose to die, disappear. Not be able to talk to me! I should be able to look through all of her memories no problem, but that’s not how it is with Melanie. She’s strong.
November 30th, 2022
MELANIE!...MELANIE! She’s alive. The operation didn’t kill her. This thing is living inside me still. I asked my Healer Fords Deep Waters about the whole Melanie thing, and he said that it has only happened one other time. His name was David. It was one of the first operations Fords has done. Most souls are put into child hosts, but like David I had requested an adult host. Since the mind is more developed in adults it’s more difficult to adapt to there mind, and take control over the body leaving Melanie’s presence a mere existence in her memories. John, David’s previous host did not die as well. He…He became stronger. John had taken control of David’s body. The harder he tried to fight against him the stronger John grew. Eventually David had no strength left inside of him that John took advantage of. John Stabbed David and ripped out his soul. What if Melanie does this to me? I can’t let her. This is my body now and I’m not going to give up. I am a fighter, and she is not gonna take me down. There is no chance that I am going to let her win this battle.
October 13th, 2022
Her memories are so vivid. Crystal clear pictures of moments in time, and I relive them every time I close my eyes. Melanie’s truly becoming stronger. She is beginning to take me down one step at a time. Right now she is ripping my heart out with all these memories, but what I don’t think she is realizing is how much I am beginning to attach to these dreams of her family. I think I have fallen in love with Melanie’s love, Jared, and, her little innocent brother Jamie. Now she is fighting me emotionally, showing me all the problems I have caused by taking her away from her family. How long will it be until The steps I walk are not truly mine?
October 27th, 2022
Jared is all I can think about. Part of the reason is because I can barely sleep anymore. Every dream I have is about Jared and Jamie. My love for them is so strong that I can’t tell whether I’m more in love with her memories or truly Jared and Jamie themselves. I want to see them for myself so badly that I don’t think I will be able to keep a restrain on how badly Melanie wants this too. She is so strong now that if I let myself become vulnerable to her she will be able to control me, and make me go where she wants me to.
November 15th, 2022
Today I must go see my healer Fords in Chicago. I need to speak to him about Melanie. I can hardly tell if when I take a step or move a finger if it is truly me doing this. It’s an uncomfortable feeling when you don’t know whether your body is your own.
November 17th, 2022
I have been traveling the desert for three days now. I finaly caved. Melanie got to me, and made me loose track of my reasonable thinking. I followed the map her Uncle Jeb had drawn for her a few years ago before I was placed into her body. Jeb said that if I, actually Melanie, was ever in trouble that this map would lead her to safety. Although I’m sure if I tried hard enough I could have resisted her temptation to go, but I didn’t want to. The thought of getting to see Jared and Jamie through my own eyes was to hard to resist. I couldn’t overlook this opportunity, or at least I was going to try to find my way through this labyrinth.
November 23rd , 2022
After four days wondering the desert I finally found my way to this hidden shelter, or at least it found me. I laid on the desert floor dehydrated, and hoping that my last few moments of life would be not so painful, but then like a god I was being carried into the shade of a cool shelter. Uncle Jeb rescued me from the dessert, and save my life. MY life not Melanie’s, but why. He could obviously see from the hideous scar on my neck that this was not Melanie’s body anymore, or at least he would have thought that.
December 25th, 2022
It has been a month that I have been living here, and I finally feel accepted. This underground cave is a human community protecting them from the “parasites”. Jared was tense, and not the same as in Melanie’s memories. I’m not sure if he truly is the one I love. Maybe I’m more in love with her Memories than actually him, but Jamie I truly do love. He believed me from the very beginning about how Melanie is still inside of me. Jamie never doubted that it was the truth, and he stood by me every step of the way, and for that I will always love him.
January 4th, 2023
I have finally discovered the truth bout myself. Melanie’s memories can make me love someone. I must love them for myself. Jared is not, and never will be the one I love, but I will always care for him. Truly I do love Jamie as if he was my own brother, and I know that he actually likes me for myself. The other thing I have discovered about myself is that me and Melanie are two entirely different people, and whether we care for the same people or not it can never make us the same. I think that Jamie is the reason I am here. He is one of the reason for my existence, and I am willing to live my entire human life here, with him. Maybe eventually I will find someone like Melanie’s memories of Jared, but for now Jamie is all I need.
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