still alice essay

Like "Octet", the medium was acrylic on hardboard, but this time, the style was pronounced. I could clearly see this painting was representational art. Like McCloskey's painting "Oranges in a Tissue", the subject matter can be categorized as a still life painting of rocks. Unlike the angular lines in the painting "Octet", "Anomaly" contains smooth, precise, even lines, and the painting appears three-dimensional. The painting was so vivid that I felt I could reach into the painting and touch one

The first of the three, and my personal favorite, is “Pont Saint-Michel” by Matisse. This piece is very simple, yet has a calming and elegant color scheme and medium. This oil on canvas cityscape uses rough brushstrokes and very few exact lines in order to show an inexact representation of the bridge and its surrounding buildings. The buildings have very little true form, and seem to blend into one another. Their colors are mostly primary, with reds, yellows, and blues standing out the most. These

“Still Life with flowers” by Vincent Van Gogh was made in 1888. In this artwork, the first thing that I recognized was the flower vase. The flower vase contains many pink flowers and along with its long and sharp leaves. The vase is colored black and white with its top half having green and red decoration on it. Next to the vase are two books laying on top of one another. The book on top is yellow while the one below is tan. These objects are on top of a brown table. The background is plane with

This essay will discuss the significant similarities and differences between Paul Cézanne’s work, Still Life with Pot of Flowers and Pears painted in 1880-90 and Louise Moillon’s work, Still Life with Bowl of Curaçao Oranges painted in 1634. Although both painters were born in France, they were painting during time periods. Moillon was born in 1609 in Paris and was painting during the Baroque era, which encompassed intense shadow and rich colours (Harrison, 2010). Cezanne was born in 1839 in Aix-en-Providence

Sunday Night This past Sunday night me and a few of the other freshman football players made the stupid decision to drink. There are many lessons learned from that night that I will keep locked in my head for the rest of my career on the Randolph Macon football team and in my life after I graduate. Everything that I do off the field will affect how I perform, how I am viewed as a person, and most importantly the team. My bad decision has already caused a distraction in the middle of the season

lasted from 1630 through 1654. The colony was set into motion by the Dutch West India Company. Dutch in Brazil paved the way for Dutch Artist to come to the new world to paint and experience something never seen before. Albert Eckhout was a Dutch and still life painter. Eckhout was born in Groningen, son to Albert Eckhout and Marrying Roeleffs, and very little is known about his early career and work. and is among the first European artists to paint scenes from the “new world.” When the Dutch overtook

This is a still life painting, in which Vincent van Gogh selected some everyday objects to express their symbolic meaning on his drawing. This portrayal describes the setting on a table. It emphasized a opened big book which placed at the center. The book is thick and the content looks vague, but it is believed that it is a Bible under the pretext of the portrayal’s title, “Still life with Bible”. There is also a candlestick with an extinguished candle next to the Bible and the candle is burnt and

Love is Patient I was raised in a highly religious family. I have attended church every Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night since the Sunday after I was born. I was always taught that faith, hope, and love were the three cardinal virtues of my entire life. In 1 Corinthians 13:4-8, we are told, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs

I am waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, and yes still waiting. I don't know how old i am anymore. My life is a never ending cycle that hasn't stopped spinning into a never ending spiral of nothingness. And yet, I remain within it. While there is little to no future in my daily cycle I find comfort in knowing what to expect, but I expect something unexpected. The clock chimes 12 so I rise from my bench and move to the bar for my daily drink. The right door hinge squeaks as I walk in. I pause

Jenn tried getting his attention but he was in such a daze he didn’t hear her. Jenn and I stood there for about ten minutes still waiting to get checked out, when all of the sudden the store manager came walking out of his office. He noticed that we were standing there and Sammy was not checking us out so he walked over to him and tried to get his attention but he was still in a daze.     “Ma’am, I can check you out over here.” stated the store manager.     “Thank you sir, we have been sitting here