Friday, May 30, 2008

Critique #3 Unseen Comfort by Lotus Wilkerson

"Unseen Comfort" -Lotus Wilkerson
This painting is called "Unseen Comfort" by Lotus Wilkerson. The subject matter is unseen comfort from a lost loved one.

It is a painting of a woman crying at someone's grave at night. Standing next to her is what appears to be who she is crying about, her deceased lover's ghost or spirit in a soldier uniform. You can tell the soldier is a ghost because behind him is an angel who is resting his hand on the soldier and shining a light on the grieving woman. In the background, there are other grave stones in the shapes of crosses. The moonlight is shining in the distance. This painting creates a sense of comfort because even though she does not know it, her loved one is right there with her. The flag by the soldier's foot is subtle because one does not notice it right away but suggests that the soldier was fighting for America. The colors in this painting are of the blue tone. Some areas, such as the trees, have a greater concentration of dark value and other areas, such as the angel, the soldier, the moon, and the gravestones, have a high concentration of light value. Because of the concentration of light value, the emphasis is on the soldier and the angel. The girl crying is the main focal point because her dress and hair is dark yet she is surrounded by much lighter hues.


The viewer would interpret this as a women crying over her lover, whom she lost in a war, yet he is right there looking down on her from heaven. The soldier wants to be with her but can only comfort her from a distance now. The viewer would feel sad and sorry for the girl in the painting who seems to have lost the one person she loved. She obviously misses him a lot if she is at his grave in the middle of the night, crying. This piece is very sad yet it is comforting to see that the soldier misses her too.

Exsisting Critique #1 by Jean-Paul Crespelle

"Poppy Field" by Monet
This painting shows Monet at his most relaxed. It is a charming interlude, full of tenderness and grace. He painted it "en plein air" in the plain to the west of Argenteuil, away from the rupples and reflections of the river he loved. His subject is once again Camille, this time sitting on the grass reading. She wears a feathered hat; a respectable woman of theday could not be seen without some form of head-covering, even on a country walk.
The canvas belongs in spirit with "wild poppies," and is redolent of peace and happiness. It recalls the serenity of the Trouville portraits, but here the handling is altogether lighter and more fluid. Durand-Ruel and other collectors sometimes urged Monet to make his canvases look more finished, but he was interested only in a spontaneous rendering of the moment. This scene is painted, as it were, with the tip of the brush, the sky limpid, the trees barely sketched in- reminiscent of Corot- the young woman suggested rather than expressed as an individual human form. It is a typical example of Impressionism at its peak. One recalls Ce'zanne's dictum: 'Monet is just an eyes, but what an eye. He's the best of us all.'
Shown at the second exhibition of the Impressionist group, the painting was put up for auction at the Ho'tel Drouot in March 1875 but failed to find a buyer. Money problems again threatened to plunge Monet in the nightmare of debt which he hoped he had put behind him forever.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

10 Images


"Winter's Blessing" Judy Gibson; United States

"Winter Sunset" Dubravko Raos; Europe

"Christmas Morning" Ron Bayens; United States


"Island Dreams" Scott Kennedy; United States


"Holiday Nap" Judy Gibson; United States



"Her Favorite Spot" Nancy Chaboun; United States


"Cozy Evening" Scott Kennedy


"Cozy Bears" Scott Kennedy


"Comforting Friend" Arthur Wardel


"Face Off" Christopher Nick


"Cozy Christmas" Susan Rios; United States

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Pix of Kitties at 9 Lives


Blackie


Alex


Snowball


Alex


Willie


Austin


Maddie :)

Monday, May 26, 2008

Dialogue from Breakfast at Tiffany's

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjack:The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get [the mean reds] the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's...

Pix from Community Project










Community Project Explaination

For my community project, I hoped to make the cats and kittens of 9 Lives of Norton, a local cat shelter that I volunteer at, a little more comfortable.
First, I sorted and counted plastic bottles and aluminum cans for a cat shelter, 9 Lives of Norton, so they could easily take them to a bottle/can return center to get cash back. I chose to do this because I volunteer at this shelter and I thought it was a good thing to do to help out. People are always donating huge trash bags full of cans and bottles to the shelter. I noticed the bags have been accumulating rapidly recently and I know the shelter can always use some extra money. I asked Tom, one of the main volunteers at the shelter, if I could help out so one Saturday afternoon he showed me what I had to do and I started hours of counting and sorting. By returning these bottles and cans, the shelter would recieve money for whatever they needed to make the cats and kittens as comfortable as possible.
Then, the next day when I called Tom to make sure he got the list of bags I sorted, I asked if I could do anything else to help out. He asked me if I could address letters to the donors of the Adopt-A-Cage program. This program lets people sponsor a cage by paying a monthly fee, in return, the y recieve a picture of the cat in the cage and a short update of the cat. This program is the biggest fund raiser for the shelter and has attracted over 100 sponsors. So I addressed the envelopes that would contain the monthly reminder for each sponsor, which consumed a large amount of time. This did not directly make the cats or kittens comfortable but it did help out Tom, who would have had to take the time to write all the letters himself along with everything else he does for the shelter to make the cats comfortable.
I did my best to help out the shelter so they could make the kitties as comfortable as possible. This project made me see that even if people do not ask for help, they can still need it; sometimes you might have to ask if you can help them.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Comfort Quote

"Being taken for granted can be a compliment. It means that you've become a comfortable, trusted person in another person's life. "
- Joyce Brothers

Excerpt from "The Pact"

"It had been years since she'd done it, but Emily picked up a thin twig and tossed it at the pane of glass. It landed with a light snap, and bounced back toward her. She picked it up from between her feet and threw it again.
This time, a table lamp flared on and Chris's face appeared at the window. Seeing Emily, he opened the sash and stuck his head out. "What are you doing?" he hissed. "Stay here."
Seconds later he eased open the kitchen door. "What?" he demanded.
There was much she had imagined in this reunion, but anger had never been part of it. Remorse, maybe. Joy, acceptance. Certainly not the look that was on Chris's face right now. "I came to ask," she said, her voice trembling, "if you had a nice time on your date."
Chris swore and rubbed a hand down his face. "I don't need this. I can't do this right now." He turn on his heel and started back into the house.
"Wait!" Emily cried. Her words were thick with tears, but she lifted her chin and crossed her arms tight over her chest to keep from shaking. "I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend." She swallowed and look at the black ground. "The thing is, they're both you."
"Emily," Chris whispered, and pulled her close.
She tried not to think of the of the unfamiliar scent of him, something perfumed mixed with something else lush and ripe. Instead Emily concentrated on the way it felt to be next to Chris again. Two halves of a whole.
-"The Pact" by Jodi Picoult. Page 149

Excerpt from "Songs of The Humpback Whale"

"At those Coastal Studies cocktail parties Oliver and I go to, we rub shoulders with people who'll give grant money. We introduce ourselves as Dr. and Dr. Jones, although I'm still ABD. We sneak out when everyone is going to sit down to the main course, and we run to the car and make fun of people's sequined dresses and dinner jackets. Inside, I curl up against Oliver as he drives, and I listen to him tell me stories I have heard a million times before- about an era when you could spot whales in every ocean.
"In spite of it all, there's just something about Oliver. You know what I'm talking about- he was the first man who truly took my breath away, and sometimes he still can. He's the one person I feel comfortable enough with to share a home, a life, a child. He can take me back fifteen years with a smile. In spite of differences, Oliver and I have Oliver and I."
-"Songs of the Humpback Whale" by Jodi Picoult. Page 4-5

20 add images

List of 20 images:

1.) "Hotel Room." by Adam Wolszczak; Poland: 2007.

2.) "Sleeping Beauty" by Max Bolotnikov; Russian Federation: 2007.

3.) "Barefoot at daisies" by Visnja Skorin; Croatia: 2006.

4.) "Mother Holding Sleeping Baby" by Kati Molin; Finland: 2007.

5.) "Couple Relaxing by Van" United Kingdom: 2008

6.) "Cup of Comfort" by Todd Horn; United States

7.) "Young Woman Standing by Creek" by Moodboard; United Kingdom: 2008

8.) "At the Beach" by Edward Henry Potthast

9.) "Tarde de verano en Skagen" by Peder Severin Kroyer: 1892

10.) "Baby reaching for an apple" by Mary Cassatt

11.) "Chagrin d'Enfant" by Emile Fraint

12.) "Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose" by John Singer Sargent

13.) "Tade de verano en la playa" by Peder Severin Kroyer

14.) "Comfort of Friends" by Shirley deMaio

15.) "Evening Comfort" by Jim Warren

16.) "Sacred Angel of Comfort" by TereseNielsen

17.) "Comfort" by Nullermanden; Denmark: 2006

18.) "Remote Comfort" by Anthony Stewart: 2006

19.) "Cuddle" by Anthony Stewart: 2006

20.) "Starbucks in the Park" by Anthony Stewart

21.) "Comfort" by Carol Theroux

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Pets of The Homeless. Narrative #5

At least the days are getting warmer now. I love to sit and enjoy the warm sun with my best friend. The nights are still cold and windy so I try to keep him warm as best as I can. I haven't left his side since I was very young, I feel like I've known him my whole life. He is my best friend and I don't know what I would do without him.
I found him one day long ago just sitting by the corner of this building with his scruffy look and his dark eyes that look like they've been through too much. I didn't know him at the time so I approached cautiously.
To my surprise he wasn't scared at all. He just held out his hand and gently stroked my head. I haven't felt the feeling of a human touch in so many months. No one wants to pet you when you're a dirty dog on the street stealing food from trash cans in the alley. Except for my friend here, he didn't even think twice about it, he looked passed the dirt and my scrathes and rubbed my head like my owner used to.
The last time I can remember my owner petting me was right before he left. He pat me on the head and said, "Take care of yourself, Pal." Take care of myself? I was only a puppy, only a few months old. When he was driving away from me, I just sat and stared, hoping that maybe he would realize that he can't leave a little puppy to fend for itself. I sat hoping that he would come back until I saw the last rays of sun disappear behind the horizon. I was all alone in this feild a few feet away from a busy street. I was scared and hungry, I couldn't remember my way home either.

Before I knew it, I had made a new best friend. We did everything together and ever since that first day I have felt completely and totally comfortable, for the first time in a long time. I haven't felt this safe or loved all my life, I don't think. He always makes sure I get as much, if not more, food than he gets for himself. And he tries the best he can to keep me clean, although he can't do much without running water. But I don't mind, if he doesn't care that I'm just a little too dirty, then I don't care either.

When I'm with him, I feel comfortable. I know he won't judge me for being dirty dog or yell at me for snooping in the trash for some food. I don't ever want to live in a house again, living with my best friend is better than anything I could imagine. For a dog that has absolutely nothing, I have everything I ever needed.


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

"Comforting Friends" Narrative #4


She gets like this sometimes. Just starts crying and doesn’t know why. She doesn’t want to but she can’t stop. It makes me sad to see a friend be in so much pain. I think about back when we were younger, we felt so free, so alive. Everything seemed so new to us; we had the time of our lives growing up together. But those days are gone and here is where we are now.
Maybe it’s because of her dad having cancer. Maybe she doesn’t want to think about life without him. Maybe she doesn’t want to think about her mother without him. Maybe she’s not ready for him to leave yet. Maybe she’s just scared.
I rub her back as she sits and cries. She won’t say why she is this sad. She won’t say anything. I’m left to guess what horrible thoughts are running through her head that make my best friend feel this way. I feel useless. I don't want to say so I just sit quietly like I have a million times before.
I think of the summers that we stayed up late and stayed together all day. We were inseparable. We found enjoyment in everything we did, we always had so much fun, and we never had to worry about a thing. I wonder if it’s these days that she’s missing. She crying because everything is so screwed up right now. Her childhood is slipping away and everything that came with it. Her innocent, her sense of wonder, her seemingly never ending bubbly attitude. She’s felt too much and been through too hard of times to go back to all of that now.
It might be that she feels lonely. But she has me. And she has a boyfriend. Even though they have been dating for quite a while now, he isn’t there for her as much as she would like him to be. Or as much as I would like him to be. He doesn’t understand even half as much about her as I do. He doesn’t know what she’s been through, or who she really is. He’s not the one she calls in the middle of the night when she can’t sleep, but only cry. He could care less about her problems; he has his own, and he can’t be bothered with her’s. Maybe she feels that she’s been forgotten by him. Maybe she just doesn’t even care about that.
Her whole body trembles as she takes a deep breath. I’m here for here and she knows it. She turns to me with eyes full of tears, I stare helplessly back at her. I open my arms for her and she leans in for a hug just like she has a million times before.
Sometimes comfort is just knowing that someone is there for you.

Friday, May 9, 2008

websites

websites:

1.) http://www.personal-prints.com/acatalog/BEST_SELLERS.html

2.) http://www.art.com/asp/display_artist-asp/_/crid--24515/Judy_Gibson.htm

3.) http://www.mainepuzzles.com/Puzzles/Cozy-Christmas-Jigsaw-Puzzle

4.) http://www.angel-fine-art.com

5.) http://www.solsticearts.com/

6.) http://www.artselects.com/

7.) http://artinaclick.com/

8.) http://www.123rf.com/search.php?word=comfortable

9.) http://www.artistrising.com/

10.) http://www.worldofquotes.com/topic/Comfort/1/index.html

11.) http://thinkexist.com/quotes/with/keyword/comfort/

12.) http://deviantart.com/

13.) http://askart.com/

"Arms Of An Angel" lyrics

Sarah McLachlan - "Arms Of An Angel" lyrics

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel “not good enough"
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction, oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless,
and maybe I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an Angel, fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an Angel, far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here