Once upon a time as a merchant set off for market, he asked each of his three daughters what she would like as a present on his return. The first daughter wanted a brocade dress, the second a pearl necklace, but the third, whose name was Beauty, the youngest, prettiest and sweetest of them all, said to her father:
"All I'd like is a rose you've picked specially for me!"
beauty and the beastWhen the merchant had finished his business, he set off for home. However, a sudden storm blew up, and his horse could hardly make headway in the howling gale. Cold and weary, the merchant had lost all hope of reaching an inn when he suddenly noticed a bright light shining in the middle of a wood. As he drew near, he saw that it was a castle, bathed in light.
"I hope I'll find shelter there for the night," he said to himself. When he reached the door, he saw it was open, but though he shouted, nobody came to greet him. Plucking up courage, he went inside, still calling out to attract attention. On a table in the main hall, a splendid dinner lay already served. The merchant lingered, still shouting for the owner of the castle. But no one
came, and so the starving merchant sat down to a hearty meal.
Overcome by curiosity, he ventured upstairs, where the corridor led into magnificent rooms and halls. A fire crackled in the first room and a soft bed looked very inviting. It was now late, and the merchant could not resist. He lay down on the bed and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, an unknown hand had placed a mug of steaming coffee and some fruit by his bedside.
The merchant had breakfast and after tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his generous host. But, as on the evening before, there was nobody in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the strangeness of it all, he went towards the garden where he had left his horse, tethered to a tree. Suddenly, a large rose bush caught his eye.
Remembering his promise to Beauty, he bent down to pick a rose. Instantly, out of the rose garden, sprang a horrible beast, wearing splendid clothes. Two bloodshot eyes, gleaming angrily, glared at him and a deep, terrifying voice growled: "Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, you ate at my table and slept in my own bed, but now all the thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers! I shall put you to death for this slight!" Trembling with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the Beast.
"Forgive me! Forgive me! Don't kill me! I'll do anything you say! The rose wasn't for me, it was for my daughter Beauty. I promised to bring her back a rose from my journey!" The Beast dropped the paw it had clamped on the unhappy merchant.
"I shall spare your life, but on one condition, that you bring me your daughter!" The terror-stricken merchant, faced with certain death if he did not obey, promised that he would do so. When he reached home in tears, his three daughters ran to greet him. After he had told them of his dreadful adventure, Beauty put his mind at rest immediately.
"Dear father, I'd do anything for you! Don't worry, you'll be able to keep your promise and save your life! Take me to the castle. I'll stay there in your place!" The merchant hugged his daughter.
"I never did doubt your love for me. For the moment I can only thank you for saving my life." So Beauty was led to the castle. The Beast, however, had quite an unexpected greeting for the girl. Instead of menacing doom as it had done with her father, it was surprisingly pleasant.
In the beginning, Beauty was frightened of the Beast, and shuddered at the sight of it. Then she found that, in spite of the monster's awful head, her horror of it was gradually fading as time went by. She had one of the finest rooms in the Castle, and sat for hours, embroidering in front of the fire. And the Beast would sit, for hours on end, only a short distance away, silently gazing at her. Then it started to say a few kind words, till in the end, Beauty was amazed to discover that she was actually enjoying its conversation. The days passed, and Beauty and the Beast became good friends. Then one day, the Beast asked the girl to be his wife.
Taken by surprise, Beauty did not know what to say. Marry such an ugly monster? She would rather die! But she did not want to hurt the feelings of one who, after all, had been kind to her. And she remembered too that she owed it her own life as well as her father's.
"I really can't say yes," she began shakily. "I'd so much like to..." The Beast interrupted her with an abrupt gesture.
"I quite understand! And I'm not offended by your refusal!" Life went on as usual, and nothing further was said. One day, the Beast presented Beauty with a magnificent magic mirror. When Beauty peeped into it, she could see her family, far away.
"You won't feel so lonely now," were the words that accompanied the gift. Beauty stared for hours at her distant family. Then she began to feel worried. One day, the Beast found her weeping beside the magic mirror.
"What's wrong?" he asked, kindly as always.
"My father is gravely ill and close to dying! Oh, how I wish I could see him again, before it's too late!" But the Beast only shook its head.
"No! You will never leave this castle!" And off it stalked in a rage. However, a little later, it returned and spoke solemnly to the girl.
"If you swear that you will return here in seven days time, I'll let you go and visit your father!" Beauty threw herself at the Beast's feet in delight.
"I swear! I swear I will! How kind you are! You've made a loving daughter so happy!" In reality, the merchant had fallen ill from a broken heart at knowing his daughter was being kept prisoner. When he embraced her again, he was soon on the road to recovery. Beauty stayed beside him for hours on end, describing her life at the Castle, and explaining that the Beast was really
good and kind. The days flashed past, and at last the merchant was able to leave his bed. He was completely well again. Beauty was happy at last. However, she had failed to notice that seven days had gone by.
Then one night she woke from a terrible nightmare. She had dreamt that the Beast was dying and calling for her, twisting in agony.
"Come back! Come back to me!" it was pleading. The solemn promise she had made drove her to leave home immediately.
"Hurry! Hurry, good horse!" she said, whipping her steed onwards towards the castle, afraid that she might arrive too late. She rushed up the stairs, calling, but there was no reply. Her heart in her mouth, Beauty ran into the garden and there crouched the Beast, its eyes shut, as though dead. Beauty threw herself at it and hugged it tightly.
"Don't die! Don't die! I'll marry you . . ." At these words, a miracle took place. The Beast's ugly snout turned magically into the face of a handsome young man.
"How I've been longing for this moment!" he said. "I was suffering in silence, and couldn't tell my frightful secret. An evil witch turned me into a monster and only the love of a maiden willing to accept me as I was, could transform me back into my real self. My dearest! I'll be so happy if you'll marry me."
The wedding took place shortly after and, from that day on, the young Prince would have nothing but roses in his gardens. And that's why, to this day, the castle is known as the Castle of the Rose.
A school blog for the class WAVI. :D
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping Beauty
Grimm's Fairy Tale version - translated by Margaret Hunt - language modernized a bit by Leanne Guenther
Long ago there lived a King and Queen who said every day, "If only we had a child!" But for a long time they had none.
One day, as the Queen was bathing in a spring and dreaming of a child, a frog crept out of the water and said to her, "Your wish shall be fulfilled. Before a year has passed you shall bring a daughter into the world."
And since frogs are such magical creatures, it was no surprise that before a year had passed the Queen had a baby girl. The child was so beautiful and sweet that the King could not contain himself for joy. He prepared a great feast and invited all his friends, family and neighbours. He invited the fairies, too, in order that they might be kind and good to the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as the King only had twelve golden plates for them to eat from, one of the fairies had to be left out. None of the guests was saddened by this as the thirteenth fairy was known to be cruel and spiteful.
An amazing feast was held and when it came to an end, each of the fairies presented the child with a magic gift. One fairy gave her virtue, another beauty, a third riches and so on -- with everything in the world that anyone could wish for.
After eleven of the fairies had presented their gifts, the thirteenth suddenly appeared. She was angry and wanted to show her spite for not having been invited to the feast. Without hesitation she called out in a loud voice,
"When she is fifteen years old, the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down dead!"
Then without another word, she turned and left the hall.
The guests were horrified and the Queen fell to the floor sobbing, but the twelfth fairy, whose wish was still not spoken, quietly stepped forward. Her magic could not remove the curse, but she could soften it so she said,
"Nay, your daughter shall not die, but instead shall fall into a deep sleep that will last one hundred years."
Over the years, the promises of the fairies came true -- one by one. The Princess grew to be beautiful, modest, kind and clever. Everyone who saw her could not help but love her.
The King and Queen were determined to prevent the curse placed on the Princess by the spiteful fairy and sent out a command that all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be destroyed. No one in the kingdom was allowed to tell the Princess of the curse that had been placed upon her for they did not want her to worry or be sad.
On the morning of her fifteenth birthday, the Princess awoke early -- excited to be another year older. She was up so early in the morning, that she realized everyone else still slept. The Princess roamed through the halls trying to keep herself occupied until the rest of the castle awoke. She wandered about the whole place, looking at rooms and halls as she pleased and at last she came to an old tower. She climbed the narrow, winding staircase and reached a little door. A rusty key was sticking in the lock and when she turned it, the door flew open.
In a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax. The old woman was so deaf that she had never heard the King's command that all spindles should be destroyed.
"Good morning, Granny," said the Princess, "what are you doing?"
"I am spinning," said the old woman.
"What is the thing that whirls round so merrily?" asked the Princess and she took the spindle and tried to spin too.
But she had scarcely touched the spindle when it pricked her finger. At that moment she fell upon the bed which was standing near and lay still in a deep sleep.
The King, Queen and servants had all started their morning routines and right in the midst of them fell asleep too. The horses fell asleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the doves on the roof and the flies on the wall. Even the fire in the hearth grew still and went to sleep. The kitchen maid, who sat with a chicken before her, ready to pluck its feathers, fell asleep. The cook was in the midst of scolding the kitchen boy for a mess he'd made but they both fell fast asleep. The wind died down and on the trees in front of the castle not a leaf stirred.
Round the castle a hedge of brier roses began to grow up. Every year it grew higher until at last nothing could be seen of the sleeping castle.
There was a legend in the land about the lovely Sleeping Beauty, as the King's daughter was called, and from time to time Princes came and tried to force their way through the hedge and into the castle. But they found it impossible for the thorns, as though they were alive, grabbed at them and would not let them through.
After many years a Prince came again to the country and heard an old man tell the tale of the castle which stood behind the brier hedge and the beautiful Princess who had slept within for a hundred years. He heard also that many Princes had tried to make it through the brier hedge but none had succeeded and many had been caught in it and died.
The the young Prince said, "I am not afraid. I must go and see this Sleeping Beauty."
The good old man did all in his power to persuade him not to go, but the Prince would not listen.
Now the hundred years were just ended. When the Prince approached the brier hedge it was covered with beautiful large roses. The shrubs made way for him of their own accord and let him pass unharmed.
In the courtyard, the Prince saw the horses and dogs lying asleep. On the roof sat the sleeping doves with their heads tucked under their wings. When he went into the house, the flies were asleep on the walls and the servants asleep in the halls. Near the throne lay the King and Queen, sleeping peacefully beside each other. In the kitchen the cook, the kitchen boy and the kitchen maid all slept with their heads resting on the table.
The Prince went on farther. All was so still that he could hear his own breathing. At last he reached the tower and opened the door into the little room where the Princess was asleep. There she lay, looking so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her. He bent down and gave her a kiss. As he touched her, Sleeping Beauty opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
Throughout the castle, everyone and everything woke up and looked at each other with astonished eyes. Within the month, the Prince and Sleeping Beauty were married and lived happily all their lives.
Grimm's Fairy Tale version - translated by Margaret Hunt - language modernized a bit by Leanne Guenther
Long ago there lived a King and Queen who said every day, "If only we had a child!" But for a long time they had none.
One day, as the Queen was bathing in a spring and dreaming of a child, a frog crept out of the water and said to her, "Your wish shall be fulfilled. Before a year has passed you shall bring a daughter into the world."
And since frogs are such magical creatures, it was no surprise that before a year had passed the Queen had a baby girl. The child was so beautiful and sweet that the King could not contain himself for joy. He prepared a great feast and invited all his friends, family and neighbours. He invited the fairies, too, in order that they might be kind and good to the child. There were thirteen of them in his kingdom, but as the King only had twelve golden plates for them to eat from, one of the fairies had to be left out. None of the guests was saddened by this as the thirteenth fairy was known to be cruel and spiteful.
An amazing feast was held and when it came to an end, each of the fairies presented the child with a magic gift. One fairy gave her virtue, another beauty, a third riches and so on -- with everything in the world that anyone could wish for.
After eleven of the fairies had presented their gifts, the thirteenth suddenly appeared. She was angry and wanted to show her spite for not having been invited to the feast. Without hesitation she called out in a loud voice,
"When she is fifteen years old, the Princess shall prick herself with a spindle and shall fall down dead!"
Then without another word, she turned and left the hall.
The guests were horrified and the Queen fell to the floor sobbing, but the twelfth fairy, whose wish was still not spoken, quietly stepped forward. Her magic could not remove the curse, but she could soften it so she said,
"Nay, your daughter shall not die, but instead shall fall into a deep sleep that will last one hundred years."
Over the years, the promises of the fairies came true -- one by one. The Princess grew to be beautiful, modest, kind and clever. Everyone who saw her could not help but love her.
The King and Queen were determined to prevent the curse placed on the Princess by the spiteful fairy and sent out a command that all the spindles in the whole kingdom should be destroyed. No one in the kingdom was allowed to tell the Princess of the curse that had been placed upon her for they did not want her to worry or be sad.
On the morning of her fifteenth birthday, the Princess awoke early -- excited to be another year older. She was up so early in the morning, that she realized everyone else still slept. The Princess roamed through the halls trying to keep herself occupied until the rest of the castle awoke. She wandered about the whole place, looking at rooms and halls as she pleased and at last she came to an old tower. She climbed the narrow, winding staircase and reached a little door. A rusty key was sticking in the lock and when she turned it, the door flew open.
In a little room sat an old woman with a spindle, busily spinning her flax. The old woman was so deaf that she had never heard the King's command that all spindles should be destroyed.
"Good morning, Granny," said the Princess, "what are you doing?"
"I am spinning," said the old woman.
"What is the thing that whirls round so merrily?" asked the Princess and she took the spindle and tried to spin too.
But she had scarcely touched the spindle when it pricked her finger. At that moment she fell upon the bed which was standing near and lay still in a deep sleep.
The King, Queen and servants had all started their morning routines and right in the midst of them fell asleep too. The horses fell asleep in the stable, the dogs in the yard, the doves on the roof and the flies on the wall. Even the fire in the hearth grew still and went to sleep. The kitchen maid, who sat with a chicken before her, ready to pluck its feathers, fell asleep. The cook was in the midst of scolding the kitchen boy for a mess he'd made but they both fell fast asleep. The wind died down and on the trees in front of the castle not a leaf stirred.
Round the castle a hedge of brier roses began to grow up. Every year it grew higher until at last nothing could be seen of the sleeping castle.
There was a legend in the land about the lovely Sleeping Beauty, as the King's daughter was called, and from time to time Princes came and tried to force their way through the hedge and into the castle. But they found it impossible for the thorns, as though they were alive, grabbed at them and would not let them through.
After many years a Prince came again to the country and heard an old man tell the tale of the castle which stood behind the brier hedge and the beautiful Princess who had slept within for a hundred years. He heard also that many Princes had tried to make it through the brier hedge but none had succeeded and many had been caught in it and died.
The the young Prince said, "I am not afraid. I must go and see this Sleeping Beauty."
The good old man did all in his power to persuade him not to go, but the Prince would not listen.
Now the hundred years were just ended. When the Prince approached the brier hedge it was covered with beautiful large roses. The shrubs made way for him of their own accord and let him pass unharmed.
In the courtyard, the Prince saw the horses and dogs lying asleep. On the roof sat the sleeping doves with their heads tucked under their wings. When he went into the house, the flies were asleep on the walls and the servants asleep in the halls. Near the throne lay the King and Queen, sleeping peacefully beside each other. In the kitchen the cook, the kitchen boy and the kitchen maid all slept with their heads resting on the table.
The Prince went on farther. All was so still that he could hear his own breathing. At last he reached the tower and opened the door into the little room where the Princess was asleep. There she lay, looking so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her. He bent down and gave her a kiss. As he touched her, Sleeping Beauty opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
Throughout the castle, everyone and everything woke up and looked at each other with astonished eyes. Within the month, the Prince and Sleeping Beauty were married and lived happily all their lives.
Beauty Lies in the Beholder's Eyes
Beauty Lies in the Beholder's Eyes
by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
So many beauties in this appealing world
The true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
There is beauty in the child's innocence and in mother's love
There is beauty in a friend's affection and in a tender heart
There is beauty in a pretty smile and caring eyes
There is beauty in the morning sun and a rainy day
There is beauty in the flaky slow and a pleasant spring
There is beauty in the milky moon and the graceful rivers
There is beauty in a hard earned victory and a hopeful soul
There is beauty in me and beauty in you
So many beauties in this spectacular world and its dazzling life
And the true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
by Kavitha Krishnamurthy
So many beauties in this appealing world
The true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
There is beauty in the child's innocence and in mother's love
There is beauty in a friend's affection and in a tender heart
There is beauty in a pretty smile and caring eyes
There is beauty in the morning sun and a rainy day
There is beauty in the flaky slow and a pleasant spring
There is beauty in the milky moon and the graceful rivers
There is beauty in a hard earned victory and a hopeful soul
There is beauty in me and beauty in you
So many beauties in this spectacular world and its dazzling life
And the true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
My Idea of Beauty
Nitya Pillai (25th June 1981 / India...now living in Dubai)
Create Date : Thursday, January 04, 2007
Update Date : Friday, February 25, 2011
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-idea-of-beauty/
My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
Create Date : Thursday, January 04, 2007
Update Date : Friday, February 25, 2011
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-idea-of-beauty/
My Idea of beauty
Beauty is the sensation of your heart skipping a beat,
when eyes full of mischief glance at you...
Beauty is the smile which appears on your lips, when you think of the way he smiles at you...
Beauty is in the heart which touches another
Beauty is tender hands holding each other
Beauty is strong arms holding you warm
Beauty is in water, beauty is in weather,
beauty is in air, beauty is in life
Beauty is in love, beauty is in wind...
Beauty surrounds you days and nights
yet no one knows beauty's heights...
What's In Your Heart
Ricky Baker (01-24-1990 / San Antonio, Texas)
Create Date : Thursday, March 11, 2010
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-s-in-your-heart/
What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
Create Date : Thursday, March 11, 2010
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-s-in-your-heart/
What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
Friday, May 13, 2011
What Do You Call Beauty?
What do you call Beauty?
Is it her blonde hair, or deep green eyes?
His tan skin, or the black man’s rise?
What becomes envisioned on the word Beauty?
Wise waters bringing back tales of the seas?
The Earth with the animals and all of the trees?
It may be anything, anything at all.
Whether you are large, whether you are small
Short, shy, shocking, sheltered, or tall.
For Beauty is nothing, yet everything at once,
It is the unluckiest of us, and it is bunce.
Something that is overlooked, or taken for granted
Something that may give us the feeling of being enchanted.
It is so important, and some may understand,
It is one of the greatest things in the land.
Structure and words by Chelsi Varney/ 5/Friday13/11 at 1:50pm. :)
Is it her blonde hair, or deep green eyes?
His tan skin, or the black man’s rise?
What becomes envisioned on the word Beauty?
Wise waters bringing back tales of the seas?
The Earth with the animals and all of the trees?
It may be anything, anything at all.
Whether you are large, whether you are small
Short, shy, shocking, sheltered, or tall.
For Beauty is nothing, yet everything at once,
It is the unluckiest of us, and it is bunce.
Something that is overlooked, or taken for granted
Something that may give us the feeling of being enchanted.
It is so important, and some may understand,
It is one of the greatest things in the land.
Structure and words by Chelsi Varney/ 5/Friday13/11 at 1:50pm. :)
Untitled -so far-
It is the way he moves, the way she dances.
It is the way they are, how the deer prances.
It is Nature and all it beholds,
The people and how they grow old.
The innocence of the young,
The image the frame holds, and how it is hung.
The laugh and the smile of the one you love,
The blueness and white of the sky and clouds above.
Thinking is It, and It is your mind;
For your mind is you, until the end of time.
No body the same, however comparable;
No one is to blame, mistakes are repairable.
It is the essence of these wise words,
Whether an individual, or part of a herd.
It is all around, just look up, and look down,
You will find it, you will see,
It is you and it is me.
It is Beauty, and Beauty it will be
As for Beauty, well, It can set you free.
Words and Structure by Chelsi Varney
It is the way they are, how the deer prances.
It is Nature and all it beholds,
The people and how they grow old.
The innocence of the young,
The image the frame holds, and how it is hung.
The laugh and the smile of the one you love,
The blueness and white of the sky and clouds above.
Thinking is It, and It is your mind;
For your mind is you, until the end of time.
No body the same, however comparable;
No one is to blame, mistakes are repairable.
It is the essence of these wise words,
Whether an individual, or part of a herd.
It is all around, just look up, and look down,
You will find it, you will see,
It is you and it is me.
It is Beauty, and Beauty it will be
As for Beauty, well, It can set you free.
Words and Structure by Chelsi Varney
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Dialogue Poems for 5-3 - Finished
Where art thou, who loves my appearance?
Where art thou, who knows my pain?
Where art thou, who knows what there's to gain?
I am here, here loving your beauty
I am here, here to take a away your agony
Knowing you wont be an escapee
Escapee? but how can you not label me as such?
I run from life, soon to make mine disappear.
Disappear? Oh no, no, no!
You shall not leave this world my dear.
But how can you love one that is not yet perfect?
I have years to go, yet I cannot make it
I am soon to go, soon to split
Split in half, not longer whole am I
But not all has gone awry..
You have me.
You have my understanding shattered pieces.
This will never go away
I will be who I am today,
forever,
Until the last drop of blood leaves my face
And my body turns cold.
But Darling,
You are not yet old!
You have everything to obtain,
yet you ask, "What is there to gain?"
Whilst there's a whole world of mystery...
It's too late, I am history.
I will never look like Them.
No one will ever see who I am..
On the inside.
But honey, they all lied!
You don't have to be like anyone else,
You are who you are, you are unique,
As for life, you are at its peak.
But I've tried and tried,
and all I've done is cried.
Nothing has been accomplished.
My life is nothingness.
I cannot but repeat myself.
I fear for your overall health.
I fear there is nothing I can do
For the meaning of life,
You misconstrue.
Then tell me, sweet friend,
what do I look like to you?
Oh Mirror, What have I been searching for all this time?
Who am I Mirror?
Who am I?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Unfinished copy of Art Inspired Story
He puts it to his wrist. A tingling sensation runs through to his elbow. He puts pressure on the blade. Blood seeps through, turning bright red once touched by the sympathetic air. He lets out a deep breath, a sigh of relief. Ahh.. Much better, he thinks as he closes his eyes and leans back against the purest of white walls. A light smile rests upon his lips. The blood starts to run, following the creases of his palm. It flows down to his pinky, building into a bold bubble. He’s in a laid back position, with his arms over his knees, hands dangling above his bare feet. It seems like time stops for a moment, much like it does in the movies when a faucet leaks, and he opens his eyes to watch the drop drip down. It hits his toes with a thud. Once splashed in place, the clock picks back up and he realizes he should move before it gets on the carpet. He mops up the blood globule with his index finger. He gets up to crack open the window, then sets out to obtain a towel. As he walks away from the window, the air, once forgiving, strikes back as it catches his open wound, making it feel like a deep paper cut, the kind that’s never expected. It was so sudden that he gasped and grasped his wrist, making the pain worse. His attention was so focused on the situation that he didn’t see the object on the floor that intended on making him trip. He seemed to realize it though, just as his foot was upon the object, and stumbled over it, catching his balance on the sink. He pulls himself up, grabbing a glance at his reflection in the mirror. Anger shoots through him faster than the blood rushed to his open flesh to start the healing process. The scars were just so, so disgusting! So disturbing! There was no way that anybody could love someone who looked like that. Every mirror or reflective entity was gone in this house, that is, besides this one. He thought that, if ever a quest would come over, they would like to have one in order to fix themselves up when using the restroom. He is a kind, considerate person like that.. he scuffs.. but no one would ever look past my scars…
1980: Age 13. Day: the 7th of November. His birthday. Samuel’s birthday. Oh, Samuel, Oh Sam… everyone kept saying.. Now you’re a teenager! You’re growing up so fast! You’re going to be moving out before we know it!.. so many comments directed towards him he didn’t really care to hear. But that was okay, he was excited. A big toothy smile filled his face from ear to ear. Nothing would bother him today.. nothing could. He was surrounded by so many friends. It was nearing 4:00pm, when all his friends would leave. The party had start at 11:00am; they had gone bowling and ice skating. It had been a lot of fun. Friday’s were the only day the rink was open 1-3:30pm. Now, all Sam’s friends were gathering all their coats and whatnot, as the grandfather clock rang out four times. The clock was a little fast, but already a couple of the boy’s parents were here to pick them up.
“Bye Chris!”
“Bye Sam!” Chris responded as he walked out the door. Two minutes passed..
“See ya Andrew.”
“See ya Sam!” and he left as well. One by one the children started to leave. Pretty soon, at eleven past four, the last kid left. It happened to be Sam’s best friend. They hugged.
“Bye Sam.” She said.
“Bye Samantha.” He replied. They had been hanging outside on the swing set so he went back inside. Already, more of his family had showed up; his Aunt Sally, and her husband Jack, and his grandma. In the next hour, a couple of his older and younger cousins came as well as the one cousin his age. His name was Kevin. A couple more aunts and uncles, one grandfather. Not everyone from his family came though. Some had moved out of state or were on vacation for a while. Some just couldn’t make it. But there were so many people since it was such an important birthday, and this was to be very unfortunate…
1980: Age 13. Day: the 7th of November. His birthday. Samuel’s birthday. Oh, Samuel, Oh Sam… everyone kept saying.. Now you’re a teenager! You’re growing up so fast! You’re going to be moving out before we know it!.. so many comments directed towards him he didn’t really care to hear. But that was okay, he was excited. A big toothy smile filled his face from ear to ear. Nothing would bother him today.. nothing could. He was surrounded by so many friends. It was nearing 4:00pm, when all his friends would leave. The party had start at 11:00am; they had gone bowling and ice skating. It had been a lot of fun. Friday’s were the only day the rink was open 1-3:30pm. Now, all Sam’s friends were gathering all their coats and whatnot, as the grandfather clock rang out four times. The clock was a little fast, but already a couple of the boy’s parents were here to pick them up.
“Bye Chris!”
“Bye Sam!” Chris responded as he walked out the door. Two minutes passed..
“See ya Andrew.”
“See ya Sam!” and he left as well. One by one the children started to leave. Pretty soon, at eleven past four, the last kid left. It happened to be Sam’s best friend. They hugged.
“Bye Sam.” She said.
“Bye Samantha.” He replied. They had been hanging outside on the swing set so he went back inside. Already, more of his family had showed up; his Aunt Sally, and her husband Jack, and his grandma. In the next hour, a couple of his older and younger cousins came as well as the one cousin his age. His name was Kevin. A couple more aunts and uncles, one grandfather. Not everyone from his family came though. Some had moved out of state or were on vacation for a while. Some just couldn’t make it. But there were so many people since it was such an important birthday, and this was to be very unfortunate…
Critique #2
I have mentioned before that not all concepts of beauty are how a person looks or is. In some cases that is true. In many, well, it really is about how you look. Different cultures have many different concepts of beauty. Sometimes what you look like determines your status or symbolizes something. Here, we see a woman who to some people is very scary, and to others is good-looking. Personally, I think this is not very pretty. However, many people think that if you are indeed buff, you are strong and smart and important. This picture shows characterization, value, texture, and contrast through color.
The person in this picture has her own life, her own story, and therefore can show characterization. The way she is posed and the way she looks helps to show characterization as well. Of course, everybody, when looking at a picture, doesn’t always see the same thing. To me, this person thinks she is very attractive and likes how she looks. She is proud to be buff and so shows it off. So many things could have made her like this. She could have had a bad childhood where people were always picking on her so she wanted to grow up and be strong.. she could have had a normal childhood, but always idolizing stronger or buff people, or she could have just gotten into it later in life from a sport or a person etc. Either way, the woman does a very good job of portraying character in this picture.
“Illegal Dietary Supplements” shows a lot of texture. It’s as if, if you reach out to touch her legs or arms, you would be able to feel the veins and muscles. It’s a very detailed picture that gives you a feeling of realism.
This picture also has complementary colors, giving it a bit of contrast. The background is blue, and the woman’s body is like an orange color. This makes her pop out, giving her more attention then the picture would get if it was all unified.
Another thing having to do with the colors is the value. There are plenty of darks and lights in this picture, but what makes them an asset to this picture is that they make sense. You can tell where the light is coming in, and see the ring of darkness where the light is starting to fade. The light is actually presented in an interesting way. It’s right on the woman, making her stick out more. It makes the background interesting the way it fades out. Also, it makes shading in her muscles and legs etc.
Happy Healthy Living does a good job of capturing an effective scene to show beauty through someone else’s eyes, whether one can agree or not.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Critique #1
"Deep Red Beauty" - Debra SissonNot all concepts of beauty are on how a person looks or is. However, it usually is about what makes you feel happy on the inside. I chose to start with a flower, particularly a rose, because in my eyes they are very beautiful. I love flowers and I know others feel the same way. The interesting part is that not all people feel like flowers are special and lovely. This painting has many reasons why it’s effective. There’s lots of texture, contrast, movement, value, and unity through colors.
Texture is, to me, a very important part of a painting. The rose is painted so realistically that it forms an even more real image in your head of what you see. This is helped by the texture, which has a soft tone about it.
Another thing that’s important is unifying through colors. Every color you see in the painting is also put somewhere else. There’s green in the stem and in the background, yellow in the stem and background, red in the flower, stem and background, etc. The unity brings the painting all together and makes it pleasing to look at.
“Deep Red Beauty”, although unified, also contains contrast. This picture has a slight contrast that makes it pop off the canvas. I think maybe because the colors are so unified that the bright red really gives the painting something special about it. It’s one of the first things the viewer sees. It is also achieved because the rest of the painting uses laid-back/dullish colors. None of them are as bright as the flower.
Another thing having to do with the colors is the value. There are plenty of darks and lights in this painting, but what makes them an asset to this picture is that they make sense. You can tell where the light is coming in. and see the shadow of the leaves and the whole flower. The light is actually presented in an interesting way. It’s sort of round, making it move along with the flower; which brings us to the next subject at hand.
Movement is successfully portrayed in this picture because the stem moves from left to right, curving and bringing your eye through the whole painting at the same time as directing it to the flower/rose. The light moves throughout the painting, as well. It is seen in the crevices of the rose and in front of the rose where the light is coming from. Again, it Is round, following the way of the stem. \
Debra Sisson does a very good job at using the elements in “Deep Red Beauty”, making her painting very delightful, whether you might enjoy flowers or not.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Potential Critique Pictures!
"94800_f496" - HubPages - Picture
"Black Beauty Painting" - R. Gregg Miller - Painting
"Deep Red Beauty" - Debra Sisson - Oil Painting
Friday, February 18, 2011
Declaration
My first post!
Okay so Im going to do Concepts of Beauty.
I want to do Concepts of Beauty because Im very interested in different cultures. I love people's ideas, thoughts, opinions, etc. I love getting inside peoples heads and learning about them. I think that Concepts of Beauty will work out for me because different cultures have different preferences when it comes to dressing, speaking, walking, etc. By doing this topic I will not be so ignorant about different cultures. It is very interesting to me and I knew I wanted to do it the second I heard it.
Also, even America has different standards of beauty. there are different races, the thoughts about them, our weight, hair color, etc. I look forward to learning about my topic.
Okay so Im going to do Concepts of Beauty.
I want to do Concepts of Beauty because Im very interested in different cultures. I love people's ideas, thoughts, opinions, etc. I love getting inside peoples heads and learning about them. I think that Concepts of Beauty will work out for me because different cultures have different preferences when it comes to dressing, speaking, walking, etc. By doing this topic I will not be so ignorant about different cultures. It is very interesting to me and I knew I wanted to do it the second I heard it.
Also, even America has different standards of beauty. there are different races, the thoughts about them, our weight, hair color, etc. I look forward to learning about my topic.
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