Millwood Print: Art Analysis

Thirdly, the texture of the painting I see when viewing the painting is velvety and silky. I feel that the velvety texture is caused by the smoothness of Marilyn’s face. In addition, the silkiness I see is due to the gold paint that surrounds Marilyn’s face. Fourthly, the use of value is present on the painting by the lightness and minimal darkness. For example, the darkest value is seen on Marilyn below her chin on her neck, eyes, her lips, on the right side of her face, and on minimal parts of her hair. I feel that the dark value creates the illusion of shadows. In addition, the golden brown paint that surrounds Marilyn is dominant because it shimmers when light reflects it. Moreover, the lightness is present by the yellow, turquoise, and pink colors. In addition, the lightest value of color is white which is on Marilyn’s teeth. Lastly, the colors viewed on the painting consist of golden brown, black, yellow, pink, turquoise, dark red, and

I stood in the big pale yellow house that was owned by my mother and my over-cranky step-father. It was a really ancient house even though it wasn’t built to long ago. The strawberry-milk colored shutters were creaky when opened, the paint on the outer part of the mansion like structure was peeling rapidly by the day. The indoor part of the house was the most beautiful, starting off with a BIG parlor, that extended into a long hallway with two bedrooms and a bathroom on each side. It ended into a grand living room with white walls and black carpeting with pictures of family hogging the wall. A big flat-screen TV occupied the far-corner of the living room. At the back of the living room stood a tall marble counter with birch-wood barstools and small wooden cupboards with pots and pans stored within its dark interior. The kitchen itself has a black rug in front of a steel sink with black refrigerator in the back corner with a huge oven alongside it and a microwave installed in the wall next to the freezer. In the living room behind the couch is a staircase that leads down into what seems like eternal darkness but eventually ends into a huge man-cave with a pool table occupying the far corner of the basement. In the other end of the room lies a room with a big beige sofa which is very old, with fluff and

Lionel held up his hand. “We’ve had enough, thank you. But if you’d be so kind, please pack that up and the extras. I’ll stop by the kitchens later to retrieve the leftovers. However, I will accept that pitcher of mead.”

Light is extremely significant for life and vision. Without light, nothing would exist. It plays a vital role in our perception of the world (McAuliffe, 2015). As the light around us changes, we perceive things dissimilarly. It is glance that when the sun goes down, it does not only showcase the conversion between darkness and lightness but also leads to a wide range of changes in our visual image. This essay aims to describe my observations of the sunset at St Kilda beach and reflect upon the change and the experience I earned from it. Moreover, the interpretations in terms of the early processes of the visual system will also be presented.

living room would have a large wood burning fireplace and beautiful rugs on the floor mad from the finest materials. There would also be a secret room for the grandfather and his wealth to keep it safe. I imagine the home old wood and smoke. The home, although big, has dark wood wanes coating. It is very dark inside, which is kind of depressing.

“I do hope you will have Abrial there, I would enjoy having her serve us and if I drink too much I may need her assistance finding my way back to my quarters.”

Marla is a talented artist but, is not a prodigy. She can not explain parts of her painting, video footage of Marla painting are different styles and her family may be helping her with her paintings. When Stuart Simpson explains how he saw a door and the baby's head. Marla not only says she did not see it but also cannot explain what goes into her paintings. Simpson is in an expert in this field as an art critic. If an expert can see it should not the creator be able to see something. Another reason Marla is not a prodigy is she has a different painting style in the ones we have footage than the ones Amir did not videotape. In the Backyard Painting, Marla is shown just swiping paint around into what looks like a flowers and Suns. While in Zane

Using this technique allows the artist to create a more complex masterpiece. In his well-known painting Starry Night, Vincent van Gogh utilizes the rhetorical device contrast in color, texture, and definition to convey a peaceful, yet dark, nighttime scene. The juxtaposition of warm and cool colors in Starry Night serves to portray both the harshness and the peacefulness of the night sky. When someone first looks at the painting, the first colors he or she will notice are the very prominent blues

This piece was created by M.C. Escher using a lithograph. This is a very detailed piece of art. If you look in the center-to the bottom-you can see two hidden lizards. Although, there is also other hidden parts if you look closely. This piece would be in the genre capriccio which is living piece of music, as you can see the little boy holding the trumpet. Also, the style of this piece is surrealism which is a movement in art.

“Hey Doris, I would love for you to stop by later! I'll be home all afternoon so whenever is fine.” She

The old antiques collected over the years -- the smiling peanut piggy bank and John Deere tractor set included -- still line the tops of the kitchen cabinets, threatening to overflow their allotted space one day and spill onto the counter. The cheap suction-cup stain glass window hangings still shed odd circles of light on the dining room table where you least expect it. The old record player still sits in the family room, broken needle, melted plastic cover (an unfortunate consequence involving a young grandchild and a burning candle many years ago) and all. Nothing had changed. I mean, sure, the daughters-in-law had gotten the major aspects changed over the years -- the carpets, wallpaper, and curtains -- but the little things, the important things, the pieces of the house with character, had not changed a bit. There is something comforting about that. I guess it's my timeless refuge from the changing world, my haven from the hurricane of activity that otherwise surrounds my life. My grandmother's home was, and still is, an oasis for peace and relaxation. The only hassle is trying to convince her not to fuss over me, not to have a three-course meal on the table waiting for me as soon as I step through the door.

To the right side of the chair is an old television that probably weighs a hundred pounds, and is somehow held up by an even older television stand that weighs a quarter of that. Inside the front of the television stand, there are a few small Beanie Babies. All of which my grandma associates with each member of my family. In front of the off-white armchair, is the rest of the room. There is dingy hundred-year-old carpet with memories in every stain. There is dark wooden paneling everywhere in sight. The old murky striped couch sits

In the beginning this place was only one spot in the west part of a living room that almost never was used. The first time I saw this spot it was only a boring place with an old bookshelf with four drawers and a picture hanging on the wall. The first part that caught my attention in that place was just that picture, which at first

“I’m going to ask Johannes if we can see the apartment again before we fly home so I can to take room and window measurements.”

I allow him to lead me into the room. Two lit floor lamps, similar to the ones in the foyer, reside in the back corners of the room. Two sofas, made from dark wood and dressed in fine cream fabric, lay cornered to one and other. One between the two cream shaded lamps, the other, opposite the fireplace. A low, dark wood bookcase sits under the window with more photo frames along its top. Books line each of the shelves. Angelo doesn’t seem the type to read books, but I can tell from the spines that each book has spent quality time with someone. The warm glow of the fireplace draws my attention, inviting me to sit beside it. The cream, marble mantelpiece has grey lines winding through it like lines on a road map. A large, golden framed