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…

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.