Descriptive Essay On A History Museum

The Museum I chose to go to is The Museum of Natural History, the museum was great and pretty interesting. The topic that I mainly focused on was the Native Americans. My main points was to focus on the way they were living, how they managed to survive and most importantly their traditional cultures. There were many things I've seen that I learned in class, such as the ghost dance and how they were forced out of their land to live in the reservation. There were also many things that we haven't discussed in class; for exa

On a camping trip to Pine Creek Gorge, I became mesmerized by history in a way that can only be described as a passionate need to be a part of it. Upon biking the Pine Creek Rail Trail, I stopped for a moment on a bridge overlooking a magnificent site. A river stood before me, and I was immediately transported two hundred years through time. A canoe slowly made its way towards me, two Native American men, its passengers. I became transfixed and it was this one moment in time that I gave in to my passion for history.

The McNay art museum is a fantastic and beautiful place. There has a historic story about this museum. Mrs.McNay, the founder of the McNay art museum, collected many of 19th and 20th century European and American painting. After she died, she left her collection of more than 700 works of art and established the first museum modern art in Texas in 1954. This museum collects many of historic paintings, photography, metal work and sculptures. My favorite section of that museum is featured exhibitions. When I walked in, I felt I was in the fashion show; there have many of awesome costumes. Those costumes are so amazing and beautiful; each costume all has some word on it and make those costumes become meaningful. I just found out those costumes

"Try not to go too deep into the woods, Viola." That's the one thing that father had dependably let me know. Every one of the grown-ups in the town said the same thing, so it appeared like a platitude told to kids who wanted to play in the woods. The wind blew, making my skirt and golden braids sway. Holding the hair out of my eyes, I turned upward. Through the holes in the green branches over my head, I could marginally see the blue sky. It was a hot summer afternoon, and there I was, in the forest. There was an incredible woodland close to Salem Town, the town I lived in. The forest, which was abundant year-round, was extremely helpful for the villagers. A prime example how it is useful to the daily life of the villagers in our modest little

Jeff stepped out of the car doubtfully on that first day. The face was plain, green, and colonial, and the garage held only one car. This was hardly the house of his dreams. The boys, however, did not hesitate. Slamming doors, they ran across the yard and began playing among the six stately columns of a giant poplar tree. Before long, weekends and vacations were spent cutting limbs and vines and pulling holly stumps. Now there is an endless play of light and shade. The breeze lifts, leaves dance, treetops sway, and I can

My throat had grown dry and each passing breath sent a blaze through me. The further I bolted into the forest, the more mystical and spellbinding it became. Huge roots painted a maze on the ground and the flora became thick and lush, forming an arch above my head. The forest reeked of age. The composting, organic fragrance rose up in

This big partial of land was known as Canada and we had to sail the ocean in order to reach that destination. My father is a man of honor, he would do anything for his family. He is the one of should be the beauty of life. For example on my birthday, he would always bring me to this ordinary looking oak tree which we named Áilleacht, meaning beauty in English. The first time he brought me over there, I didn’t understand why he was so fascinated about this tree, it look the same as all the others, but then he explained to me and my brother all the details about it. He started by telling us that the leaves were so skinny and that they each had between 5 and 7 lobes. Then he explained to us that oaks are fast-growing trees which meant that every year when we went to visit Áilleacht she grew in size. The thing I remember the most was when he would make us smell the leaves. Every time, I would breathe as deep as I can, and feel the fresh and thick air coming into my nose. I just love the feeling so

I dropped the fish bowl in fear of not making it out the forest alive. I picked up the castle, then ran back to the door to get my stuff. I hopped into the truck and drove away along the path. I wanted to pause the world and cry, but the fire would have dried them fast than I would created them. Someone must have called the fire department because once I was out of the forest, there were police officers and firefighters around. The EMT checked me out to make sure I was ok, but my health didn’t concern me. I’d never see my cabin again, but what mattered most was never seeing Qura, my first best friend,

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

I was jolted awake to find myself bound to a tree, wet and shivering in the cold. As I freed myself, I tried to recall the night before.

It was August one year ago. My friends and I were out at the mall when we realized it was 9:00 p.m., and we had to go home. So we decided to take the route through the woods; not a very good idea, now that I think about it. It was very dark outside and the only light was the slight moonlight that we could see through branches of old trees, covering the sky like a blanket. There were sticks, twigs, and a lot of large rocks along the pathway, which made us even more cautious to not twist our

My Wooded World Sheila Visingardi tells a story about how nature plays a huge part in her life. As a child she would sit in the beautiful, relaxing, woods and let her mind wander. It was as if the branches would call to her. (Lines 2-4) As the speaker grows older the woods have become an escape for her. The woods represent a sanctuary. This is where she feels inspired and creative, and also safe and at home. It is “a world full of imagination, creativity, resourcefulness, as well as inspiration.” (Lines 7-8)

Resting underneath the shade of the trees, I found myself appreciating the scent of pine needles; the ambiance of Christmas. Encompassed by the thick heavy air, I watched as a single sparrow fluttered high above the emerald forest. A few feet next to me an eager chipmunk hastily scampered from tree to tree, awaiting the chill of winter. The forest, I realized, was home to many wild creatures. In giving protection and food, the forest was gladly rewarded with the company of these animals. Beyond the horizon, I could see the community of newly formed saplings. They appeared as little children, learning under the guidance of their grown and fully matured parents.

‘Imagine you were in charge of a museum’s collecting policy. What would you chose to collect and how would you justify these decisions?’

I went to The Art Institute of Chicago on a Thursday when it was free for Illinois resident and when there were different exhibitions going on. There was long line at the entrance near the museum at 6pm in the evening. I went alone because I thought I can have better focus on picking a good art work. I was ready to go through all the magnificent paintings for my art museum paper. As I walked through the museum, there were colorful Indian Modern art exhibited for the occasion. They were big and vibrant. The was also a special exhibition of Tarsila Do Amaral, one of the leading Latin American Modernist artist who paint like Cubism, Futurism and expressionism. Her artworks were childlike in terms of the painting style of objects and people. I was most fond of the modernist and contemporary part of the gallery with painters like Salvador Dali and Francis Bacon. I was fascinated with Salvador Dali’s Venus de Milo with Drawers. The drawers unnaturalistically located on a human body was intriguing. The depth of the human mind and subconsciousness are creatively represented by these drawers on Venus de Milo. Francis bacon’s work Figure with meat was not bad either. Figure with Meat is a disturbing depiction of Pope Innocent X sat in front of a cow carcass cut lengthways in half. (Gould) Like his other painting, the theme is dark and twisted. The carcass is included serve as a direct reminder that death will be at the end await