Shades of brown

In the twenty-first century, we have an abundant variety of music genres, old and new. Music has a versatile role in modern society. Music serves just as many purposes as it possesses in genres. For listeners, music is not simply an escape or form of entertainment; it is a source of inspiration and self-expression. Sometimes, this can be problematic and lead to false identities and music miscegenation. The music industry has had a powerful influence on what listeners consume. In this process, traditional

Self-identity is a major part in the art world as well as the world in general, usually portrayed or captured as a portrait - either photographed, drawn, painted or sculptured - of oneself or another to represent their identity. As Brett Whitely said “There has to be a deepening quality of self-revelation” meaning there should be more then just a face on a canvas but rather portray the identity of the individual like their attitudes, private feelings and thoughts revealing more then just a blank

everyone here, but not in this situation. You know what I mean?" I tried. I really did. Neil began to laugh. His laughter filled the room and my face turned three shades red. He laughed for a good ten seconds before letting his head fall back on his bed and his eyes looked back to me. "Y-you're funny" he said. Make that four shades. "Oh yeah totally, I'm hilarious" I said sarcastically and rolling my

A touch of brown on the edges completely makes it classic. The breathable pattern on this pair never lets you feel suffocated, giving a cushioned base to make your walk a relaxed one. 2. DERBY LONGER SHAFT: This boot is not very different from the basic designs but

lettered organization and soon after, elected President of my chapter. I developed essential study habits and found my sense of belonging. If you were to ask me what color my crayon was then; it would be the alluring brown or the rich black crayon in the box. My crayon was as brown as the dirt in mother Africa, and as black as the chains the “white man” used to put me into slavery. Yet, I still had not found my true identity I had merely assimilated to the culture around me. It would not be until

This visual description is of the oil painting by Frenchman François Boucher Jupiter in Guise of Diana and the Nymph Callisto dated 1759 is an oil painting 57.79 × 69.85 cm (22.8 × 27.5 in) on canvas, which hangs in the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City, Missouri. The focal point of this work is the two voluptuous female figures in the center of the bottom half of the canvas. The women appear to be gentle lovers, gazing each into the others eyes; their expressions are soft and loving,

like fresh cut grass and fields of dandelions. The sky was as clear as the ocean. The trees were dancing to the beat of the hissing, humid wind. My little sister (Destany) trailing behind me. She shouts “I’m going down to the creek, come on!” Her brown, silky, long hair hits the outside of my right as she races past me. Her dark, tan skin lights up like the glow of a candle as little specks of sunlight peek through the trees. The back of her baby blue, polka dotted dress twirls behind her. I shout

streamlined shells, the green sea turtle gains its name from the olive green colour of its skin, which is made up of fat and cartilage, not their shell. In fact, the hard, bony, and scaly shell of the green sea turtle is a darkish brown. Their oval shell can also be a light shade of brown or yellow. The narrow, wing-like flippers in these turtles as a replacement for forearms has made them better adapted to the aquatic conditions of their habitat. These flippers have one visible claw at the tip, used for protection

thoughts is being lost in nature. I find myself dreaming of the perfect place at a forest. It is a bamboo-brown, leafy paradise that when you look up, trees are tall as skyscraper. As I walk under every sprawling tree, they remind me of watching guardians. The only sound is the springs clear water rushing down the rocks. The strong wind “swooshes” messing up my long brown hair as the dried leaves rest over my chaotic hair. I take a deep breath, and my lungs fill up with

The New Face of Black Feminine Beauty Since the early 1900s, Black women have had a fascination with their hair. More explicitly, they have had a fascination with straightening their hair. The need to be accepted by the majority class has caused them to do so. Though the image of straight hair as being better than coarse hair still hasn’t left the Black community, there has been a surge of non straight hairstyles since the nineteen sixties. Wearing more natural hairstyles, which ironically enough