How The Harzy House Changed My Life

Another important element these artists have in common is their similar composition and also their points of view.

I opened the door of the huge truck like vehicle, threw my backpack inside and sat down in the black leather seat. My sister was next to me it the middle seat holding our little dog daisy and one of her plush toys in her hands. A few minutes later, my mother got inside, started the engine and we pulled out of the driveway. I took one last glance at our old house knowing this would be the last time I would ever see it and then saw my friend waving goodbye from his house. I waved back to him and then turn around in my seat and looked at the road ahead. It was going to be a long trip, but I was ready for it. I started getting more and more excited about our new house in Idaho and what kind of new memories I could make there, all the new people I would meet, and friends I would make. Then I thought, maybe Idaho won’t be so bad, maybe it will be even better than

The day Grace Grimshaw threw up all over my car is one that I will never forget. One summer morning, I went to pick up Allison Downen and Grace after cross country practice. We had been wanting to go over to Wildwood, Missouri to try and find Nelly’s house, but right before we leave Grace says she feels funny. She eventually just falls asleep in the back seat and everything is fine, until about an hour later when she wakes up. Grace sits up straight and says she is going to be sick. She then proceeds to pick up a Tupperware container I had on the floor and asks if she can puke in it; I slam on the brakes and say absolutely not. I pull into a subdivision with houses the size of Buckingham Palace and tell Grace to open up the door and go for

I saw my father, young and determined, working at the crack of dawn in the brickyard, while my mother stayed home to childproof their small apartment. Using the potent mixture of caffeine and chemicals contained in Mountain Dew, he was able to resist the urge to doze off during his daily classes. I saw myself running around the large oak tree that dwarfed our first house, and couldn’t help but smile as I thought about my mom, pregnant with my sister, walking me to the library to play with the puppets and pick up books about my favorite dinosaurs. I saw the terrifying night that the oak tree was stuck by lightning, and heard my mothers voice over the phone at school, eagerly telling me about my new baby brother. My stream of consciousness was broken as we entered the scorching area where they bake the bricks, but I quickly zoned out again as my grandpa began to explain the technical aspects of brickmaking. This time, the memories took place in a new house, as our cozy home had turned claustrophobic with the addition of a fifth member. Quiet walks to the library were replaced with chaotic days at the pool. The cards began to pick up speed, as I got deeper into my life. The dark years of middle school, when my hair covered my eyes and I

Since these two artists are contemporary artists their art represents what is happening in present time. For example Tim Hawkinson’s

As soon as youth was over or the last child was picked up from the nursery where I was working that Sunday, I would race out to my dad’s silver 2001 Mercury Sable LS and wait as patiently as I possibly could for him to emerge from those white windowed French doors. After what felt like twenty years, he finally got in the car and off we went to

color and medium, but the main similarity lies beyond what the eyes can see. The main concept is love and the stableness of it. Both exemplify these concepts perfectly in different

One day waking up thinking this was a normal day at my birth home, Jamaica, I walked to my grandparents’ house, stayed there for a couple of hours, then I saw this pretty, shiny, new Nissan Altima pulled up, and stopped. Moments later a tall dark-skinned guy stepped out the vehicle, fixed his hat, and walked to the door. When the doors open he burst into tears and said to me, “Hey son”, at first my siblings and I was in shock because we have not seen our father since 2004, I did not know what he looked like until I saw pictures of me and him together. Later that night we party and have fun together. The next morning, he drove in and we took pictures, then, we went to dunns-river falls, also we went and eat.

Their individual perspectives in life ultimately shaped their education, experiences and overall point of view. This essay will outline the similarities and differences in subject matter, tone and imagery of these two artists’ bodies of work.

Just as my trip down memory lane became so vivid again to me reflecting on my childhood in Detroit, through this descriptive writing assignment and writing about it warmed my heart like a hot pan of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, with a cold glass of milk which makes me very

Giving your daughter one last kiss, you told her to grab your cellphone from your room while you get your wallet from the kitchen table. Going through the process you waited for your daughter by the door. Once she came, you both headed out.

My dad had to stay home for work that weekend, so we said our goodbyes and waved as we pulled out of the driveway onto Cermak road. I looked at the GPS and it predicted a 5 hour car drive. I was not excited whatsoever for this because I do not like long car rides, but I knew that I had plenty of homework to do to keep myself busy. My sister put her headphones in and began to take a nap while I took my IPad out and began to work on the Biology project. I sat for about an hour editing and finalizing the video my group had created about the grassland biome. Then, I began to read my English literature circle book, Life of Pi. It began getting dark very quickly. After about a half hour of reading and annotating, I could not even see the pages anymore. I gave up on doing the rest of my homework, so I put my headphones on and turned on my Spotify Daily Mix to listen to the rest of the way there. I watched the landscape change from the oak brown forests in Illinois to endless farmlands in Indiana to the magnificent Lake Erie in Michigan. We took a narrow steel bridge over Lake Erie to get to Grosse Isle, Michigan. Once we crossed the bridge, we continued on the main road until it ran into Maise Court. My mom pulled up into the driveway and my friends, Josie and Allie, were already waiting there to greet us with their new dog

When putting the relationship of these two artist in perspective it is clear that it was beneficial for both of them in the artistic view of things, but it proves that the amount of pressure put on them by the public performances they both endured was too much to last

I express goodbye with a hug so tight I hear her heart beating rhythmically in sync with mine, “Look after yourself, Josephine.”

There I was, a little six year old in the Suburban town of Longmont, Colorado. I hear my parents yelling at eachother with the door closed, hearing every word that they said. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”, my mother said with a tone of guilt. My dad keeps yelling “I’m your husband, I’M YOUR HUSBAND!”. Then there it was, the divorce that would send me to be who I am today. I remember going to live with my Grandma’s and Grandpa’s home, it was in a little town called Monte Vista, Colorado. I remember driving into that town, seeing all the cows, the fields, and the old and rugged homes that were in that town. I remember my mom would cry sometimes during that drive, I was confused of her crying but I never said a word. We came into the driveway, which