My metaphors are based love.
1) Love is a flower. Failing to water it will cause it to whither. I was going to take a fake plant and have some of the flowers barely standing while one was whithered on the ground and falling apart.
2) Love is a chemistry set. Mix the wrong ingredients and you get trouble. Taking a few glass cups and bottles, I was going to make a chemistry set with love and troublemaking ingredients and have them mixing. I was also going to break some of the glasses and burn the case I am going to put them in.
3) Love is a Lamp. It may not be around in the light, but it will always be there for you in the dark. I was going to take a few old lamps, place them together, and put some lights inside of them in a dark area. I was hoping to make a shadow effect with the way I played with the lights
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Story Revision
I've always tried to stay in line. I always did what I was told to do with no questions asked; however, this line I was always told to stay on was constricting me. I tried to do what I wanted to do, but staying on the line was what I was told I must do. So one day, I decided to take a step off of it.
The feeling I felt at first was foreign and slightly awkward, but soon, I began to smile in delight. The pressure on my shoulders was gone and the smell of freedom flowed through my body. I was able to say no to the things I was not able to when I was on the line and felt no consequences from my actions.
However, one day, I went to far. Instead of listening to my mother's words of wisdom about the use of fire, I went against her orders and grabbed the matches out of the cabinet anyway. I wanted to know what it was like to strike a match and let the dangerous substance dance in my hand like I had seen my father do many times in the past.
The situation went from fun to disastrous in a matter of seconds.
My hands were burned by the red and orange demon as the wooden pole holding it up fell from my grasp and onto my skin. At that moment in time, I kept telling myself that I should've listened to what my mother told me to do. I should of stayed in line. That was when I realized that, even though it is difficult, staying in line is what prevents people from hurting themselves or others.
So after I was able to get my wounds healed, I vowed to stay in line once again...at least...on occasions.
The feeling I felt at first was foreign and slightly awkward, but soon, I began to smile in delight. The pressure on my shoulders was gone and the smell of freedom flowed through my body. I was able to say no to the things I was not able to when I was on the line and felt no consequences from my actions.
However, one day, I went to far. Instead of listening to my mother's words of wisdom about the use of fire, I went against her orders and grabbed the matches out of the cabinet anyway. I wanted to know what it was like to strike a match and let the dangerous substance dance in my hand like I had seen my father do many times in the past.
The situation went from fun to disastrous in a matter of seconds.
My hands were burned by the red and orange demon as the wooden pole holding it up fell from my grasp and onto my skin. At that moment in time, I kept telling myself that I should've listened to what my mother told me to do. I should of stayed in line. That was when I realized that, even though it is difficult, staying in line is what prevents people from hurting themselves or others.
So after I was able to get my wounds healed, I vowed to stay in line once again...at least...on occasions.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Menil
The Menil Collection was interesting; however, it was way to stretched out. We had to walk through people's backyard's to get from one building to the next. Also, the chapel with all the black canvases was depressing. I felt as though my soul was being drained with every passing second. My favorite area had to be the Egyptian section because I'm in love with that time era. I also loved the Witnesses's room because of all the strange sculptures that make your eye study every detail. I was beat with exhaustion when the day was over, but I learned alot about how certain arts are somehow put on display.
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