The Story Of A Collages

As a child, we fought, yell, and got each other’s nerves. But as we grew older, we learned to value and respect each other's decision and our sister bonds. Not only that, she’s the first person to ever graduate from college in my family and the first in the second generation. I respect her because she’s my sister and she’s my role model. For example, she helps me get through high school with a helping hand. She helped me find what classes to pick and when I was preparing for college. She looks out for me, is a person whom I can count on, a person I can trust, and a person who I can look up to. That’s why she is the person I

The term collage came around in the beginning of the twentieth century by George Braque and Pablo Picasso when it became a distinctive part of the modern art world, it is created by using materials such as paper, card, newspaper and magazine clippings, tissue paper and photographs placed together onto a piece of paper or canvas and stuck down to create a completely new image. Collages have also often been used in different types of art such as cubism and wood work and other types of paintings. It was first introduced around 200 BC when the invention of paper came around in China; however it wasn’t used by many people until around the tenth century when calligraphers experimented by gluing paper, while using the texts onto surfaces when they were writing their poems. The technique was

The age of nine or ten is when I realized that I wasn't like the kids around me. I did not have people to call mother or father , no one to come to parent teacher conferences. Not having anyone to draw the family photos of, it was just me and my sister. Remembering being all alone walking down those too long and too big halls filled with too many people. Everyday as a Nobody Girl with clothes too big from the local Goodwill was shoved pushed aside or tripped and as I get up I put on a brave face for my sister. She was everything to me. Having to be brave for her, to her I was mother and father , not sister. Getting home from a too long of a day for a ten year old, and had to deal with an emotionally abusive guardian, and a depressed guardian

And everything I am bursts into bloom. I feel as though you must, you must be mine, Not as a possession but a goal, you’re a unimaginable beauty. The free devotion of another soul. As though I were about to enter heaven Or just within the hour condemned to die, My mind with one fierce thought keeps running over, With you, and only you, the reason why”. [ a whole bunch of different

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

She told me I needed to be the man of the house despite the fact, I was the second oldest. My older brother continued to struggle and get in trouble as he wrestled with his own demons. I didn’t have the luxury of doing what I wanted. I dropped many extra-curricular activities so I could be home to help my siblings with homework and dinner. Even to the extent that my going away to college was simply to encourage them to do the same when they finished high school.

One of the things that really excited me about talking online classes Rio Salado Community Collage is that a majority of its classes are tailored in some way to the issue of sustainability, which is what I want to pursue as a major.

Unfortunately, neither of them were able to finish their schooling due to having to support themselves after moving out. My sisters were miserable. Their husbands were not exactly, at the time, prepared. Everything was handed down to my sisters and I don’t know what struck such bad luck towards both of them! The taste of freedom had gotten best of them. To this day, my father is still suffering the burden of his two older daughters. I would constantly see my father cradling each of my sister every time they sought solace in our home away from their husbands. My heart aches each time I’d listen to the cries of my

This book report is for Felicia Lindsay,” Reading for the collage(misspelling) classroom. I read the book Guardian of Lies, a New York Times Best seller mystery suspense fiction novel by Steve Martini. It is five hundred and seventy three pages. It was published by Harper Collins publishers In July 2009. I chose this book because it was over the 500 page(stated in earlier sentence) recommendation of my instructor and I thought it has a cool looking cover.

One of the theme I choose to include in my collage is grief, more specifically denial and anger. The theme of grief is very strong throughout the graphic novel, an example of a time that conor is going through denial is when his grandma is trying to discuss what is going to happen when his mother dies and conor snaps at her saying “she’s going to be okay”. The fact the conor says that his mother is going to be okay although it is evident that she won’t proves that he’s having a hard time coming to the circumstances of his mother’s cancer. One of the pictures that I decided to use to show grief has a man sitting by himself, hunched over holding his head, the position of his body shows distress which I why I decided to have this as my largest picture. Another picture in my collage has a man turning away and holding his hand out which depicts that he doesn’t want to listen to want he’s being told representing he’s going through denial just as conor was.

Time waits for no one. Deciding about collage is one of the most important decisions that involves our future. The University of Utah, the University of Deseret in the flagship institution of higher learning in Utah, and it will provide me the opportunity to choose my future career.

I was given a second chance.My mom’s best friend (who I was named after) came to the rescue.So I no longer had three siblings, I had six. Becoming apart of another family was cool,scary,and it also hurt.It took a lot to adapt to my new family.More or less because I was scared.I was scared of being loved again.I was scared of being broken to peices and having to pick them up again. So much was different with my second family.They showed me attention,loved me for who I was,cared for me,Taught me how God's love is unconditional and never ending.

Before my baby brother was born, I was the youngest in my family. My sister and I were the only kids, we are five years apart, she was born in 1994 and I was born in 1999. We were inseparable growing up because it was just the two of us and we only had each other.

The skin she’s in can’t hold her, She’s starting to overflow. Everything on the outside is all that she’s ever known. It used to be so simple, but now there’s nowhere to run. She’s pulling herself apart now, and she’s starting to come undone. Now that she’s gone and all he did was wait. His breath is so cold and he’s wasting away blood on his hands. His life been made. He tells her to stop but the stories never fade. He saw her bleeding, a sight never seen. When she was always hiding, making her plate look clean. Breaking his mind, Swallowing pills. Maybe it’s time for a refill. One more bottle turns into four, shattering his hope till, he’s lying there on the floor. Now that she’s gone and all he did was wait. His breath is so cold and he’s

I admit I felt puzzled and indignant toward my father and mother’s decision that time, because I didn’t understand how could they leave me so