The Night - Original Writing

The man's chest pressed into his back, so tightly that Jingyan had to stopped breathing for a moment to adjust to the new pressure around his body. The velocity dipped both of their bodies forward, nearly causing Jingayn to lose his hold on the horse's reins.

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

My eyes followed the paths of my pencil point carefully, scrutinizing every stroke, every mark. Once I was finished, I held the sketch in front of me, frowning. It was still Oswald, the traitorous but annoyingly innocent rabbit. I furiously scribbled him out, almost ripping the thick

Similarities in Wen Zhengming’s and Tang Yin’s can mostly be attributed to the influence of Confucian ideals. Wen Zhengming was a “wen-jen,” meaning he was “a scholar well versed in the classics, poetry, and history” (Scarce 417). Similar to Confucianism, they both have the aesthetic of “integrity and sincerity” and “spontaneity and simplicity” (Scarce 417). Spontaneity is reflected in Wen Zhengming’s calligraphy when the characters vary in thickness. For example, the first character down from the fourth column from the right is thick and vertical. However, the sixth character down from the fifth column from the right is thin and horizontal. These contrasting qualities exemplify the spontaneity and expression in Wen Zhengming’s calligraphy.

“No, Gabriel, we have to get our bags packed, today's the day,” Said Josie. I sat up noticing the monumental amount of light that was pouring into my room through my window. A few minutes later, I decided that I was ready to get out of my bed. While I was getting up, I quickly realized that I wasn’t ready; I got up anyway. My bones were aching worse than a two day old flu shot, and my head spinning quicker than a hurricane. Once I was ready to go downstairs, I picked up a blanket lying on the floor, I then wrapped it around my half naked body, and I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs I headed.

He had to get up soon, but a few more moments of leisure wouldn't harm anyone, least of all the minor noble that he had been serving the past few days. Comfortable in his warm bed, Merlin's thoughts travelled back over the past week's events.

“Painting Album of Master Gu” -《顾式画谱》is the woodblock-printed book published in 1603 by Gu Bing, it is one of the high printing quality books in Ming dynasty. The origin painting of selected picture is called Nine Horses. It is the ink and colors painting on silk by Ren Ren in Yuan Dynasty. Gu Bing is a professional artist, the album consists of 106 pieces of illustrations and accompanying

Then, slowly and cautiously, he uncurls himself from his loves’ side, shivering slightly as he loses that contact with him and as the blankets shift a little with his movement. There’s always tonight to rest beside him, he thinks. It’s one of Jumin’s favorite things to do, admittedly. Certainly after a long, hard day at work.

As his thoughts began to disperse, releasing him into a deeper sleep, he was suddenly jarred awake by the feeling of something pressing gently into his neck. First

He slowly opened his eyes, to see Roy sitting in a chair, rubbing his back, Al reading a book and Doctor Yin behind Roy. Her mouth was moving and Ed could see she was directing a question of some sorts to Ed, but he was too tired for it. As whatever the cold stuff Roy was rubbing on his back absorbed and his back relaxed more from Roy, he slowly slid his eyes shut and fell asleep.

One leg was sprawled, hanging out of the sheet, his bare, occasionally freckled back rising up and down with his soft snores. He had a small, flat mole right on his shoulder that Kit loved. He had his head lying on his crossed arms in front of him, his muscles so calm. He looked peaceful and unalert for once.

In the morning he went without a shirt into the cold air and stretched. Then he went inside and ate breakfast and ventured out with a clean canvas and a full thermos of coffee. He walked until he found the hollowed out husk of an enormous Elm tree, where he sat down his chair, his canvas, his stand, and painted like some sap in art school. The painting was awful, but it was magnificently fun. The odd range of colors, the Disney twist he put on a simple woodland drawing had him crying with laughter. Then he went back to the cabin and leaned the frame in a corner where he could see it from all points in the

Amaimon's eyes fluttered open, light from the red wastes of Gehenna poring in through his large bay windows. He groaned softly, throwing his arm over his all too sensitive, newly healed eyes. He turned over in bed, pulling the covers up and over his head, curling into a tight ball. The earth king's stomach growled and he huffed angrily in response, as if his body could hear him.

This helps maintain the purity and originality of the artworks by avoiding distracting wall colors. Moreover, the dim lighting in the room does not seem to be a hindrance to the artworks. In fact, it reflects the passage of time and gives light to the characters during that historical period. Inspecting all of Liu’s work, the painting Dirty Pink captured my full attention. This art piece included two canvases: a canvas with a painting of a dandelion and another canvas depicting a male infant with a sweater; a little boy with striped overalls; a woman with a head covering and a dark dress; and a little girl wearing a bright pink dress. These two canvases are conjoined to appear as

In the next room I came across a very unique and interesting collection of pieces. If you especially like or have any interest in calligraphy, then you are going to love what Hongmo Ren has done. Calling it REN-script, Ren has created what he calls a calligraphy and linguistic “experimentale.” Consisting of seven English and six French pieces, he has combined the art and beauty of calligraphy with writing of equal stature. In ten of his pieces he elaborates on the beauty of nature during various seasons and includes a complete verse from the Book of Genesis. The rest of the pieces are large single word depictions again in calligraphy with intricate detail.