The painting’s size alone does wonders to draw viewers
My Media report was on, “Untitled,” by Robert Seldon Duncanson. The medium used was oil on canvas and the date was circa 1852. The painting was approximately 42 x 32 inches. The painting is of a centered waterfall, deep between the trees, and under a mountain. It is quite eye catching and very beautiful.
As I made my way in to the Averitt Center for the Arts, located locally in Statesboro, Georgia, I felt a sort of peace. The exterior of the Averitt Center is placed by an old-timey theatre, and is only accessible by walking which I liked because it made me feel like I was in the old days, when couples and individuals walked to the theatre with friends and family to enjoy a night out on the town. The interior was white and perfectly lit which made it seem very large and open, and like it had more work than it really did. This bright white color, mixed with just the right amount of lighting, made each piece of art stand out, making my decision a little harder than I believed it would be. Each of the three levels were laid out differently.
I was born and raised in an urban area called Fort Worth, Texas. Fort Worth is the city of cowboys and culture. I would also like to add that it is the number one tourist destination in Texas. Destinations, for example, the Kimbell Art Museum, the Fort Worth Zoo, and the Stockyards are extraordinary to discover. The Kimbell Art Museum has a little, however astounding art collection as well as traveling art displays, instructive programs and an broad research library.
The two museums that I chose to visit were the LA Plaza de Arte y Cultura and The America Tropical: Interpretative Center. Los Angeles is one of the most popular cities in California with plenty of museums and places to visit. There is so much history to learn about that I had not realized before. I try to avoid the area due to high traffic, but the area was nice and there were so many friendly people. I am not originally from Los Angeles; I grew up in the Inland Empire, but Los Angeles always fascinated me.
Out of the three activities I participate in at Anson High School, the National Art Honor Society would be one that has impacted me the most. When I was first put into the art class my sophomore year, I tried my hardest to drop the course. The reason being is because I knew for a fact I would not be able to fully enjoy the course with my lack of artistic skills. After being in the class for a month and completing my first art assignment, I realized how much talent I actually do possess. A passion for art was quickly created over the course of time.
My personal Artifact is a baseball my son and I caught at the Giants game. It is white, round, has red stitches, and is smooth when new, but when we caught it it was beat up and the blue writing on it was smeared. A baseball is small and light in size. It can be thrown at speeds up to 100 MPH, or hit at at speeds higher than 100MPH, so when playing the game or watching you should be paying attention at all times. A baseball is made of a rubber or cork center, wrapped in yarn very tight, covered by white leather with red stitching around the out side, making it a very hard ball.
Everyone has a favorite subject, it may be the only class that they can stay awake for, or a class that someone may feel compelled to write a paper for that isn’t even homework. Either way history is that subject for me. Ever since I was in elementary school something about hearing of other times and people interested me in a way nothing else had. I was that weird kid who liked going to museums and read history books for fun.
The seven principles of organization are harmony, variety, balance, proportion, dominance, movement, and economy. The art museum that I went to was the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. The galleries that I visited was the Broad Contemporary Art, AIhamnson Building, and The Art of the Americas Building. The artworks that I saw that had the principles of organization were “Construction (Untitled)” by George Grosz, “Mulholland Drive: The Road to the Studio” by David Hockney, and “Flower Day” by Diego Rivera. The principles that I saw in these artworks are proportion, movement, and dominance.
My neighborhood is in North Philadelphia; and in my community one of the most interesting places is the Philadelphia Doll Museum. It’s is one of the sights I used to go to frequently as a child. I still remember all of the different dolls all, unique in a different way. From their eyes to the way each of them was dressed. Located at 2253
An Embarrassing time is when me and my family went to the Getty museum there was an outdoor area where and I was wearing flip flops that day. Next we were looking over an edge which was very high up. Next, my feet were towards the edge of the railing that was blocking me from falling. Then my shoe fell off into the beautiful scenery down below we were looking at. It took hours for the employees to find a way to get down there, because it was very far down.
With all the difference in opinion me and my dad share when it comes to our beliefs, one thing he said to me have never left me. I remember when I was sixteen years old me and my dad had a discussion on the idea of race and how it affect the lives of minorities in this country and around the world. I am sure this is a conversation most black parents have with their children I least once a day in one form or another. But during our discussion he told me that I was going to have a hard time in life. Because I don’t conform to society norm, I view the world in a critical or analytical lens.
"The wheels on the bus go round and round," my 4th grade class, from Blackberry Creek Elementary, sang on the bus. We were on our way to the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois. My friends and I were talking about how fun it will be. I was looking forward to enjoying the beautiful weather while studying plants and animals. Carson was thinking it would be boring because he would rather be indoors.
The bus driver taking us back to Mexico City from the ruins at Teotihuacan looked skeptical when my girlfriend Margaret, noticing we had missed our stop, told him we wanted off. We were at a red light near an old hospital, a vacant lot, and a line of frowning men stirring shallow cauldrons of bubbling meat at some food carts. As the doors opened for us, the driver said something in Spanish about how the people who were milling around on the sidewalk out there were going to rob us. “Verdad?”
Main Street is crowded with art, walls and bricks covered in paint , bursting with art as if communicating to all those who visit that it is a hub for an interesting and creative community. Just off the corner of Main and Broadway, on the side of a building, is a mural of two individuals. A young woman on the right, and an older man on the left, with the print, “the past” “is a gift”. The painting has been intriguing to me for the past couple years. I passed it every day on my morning commute to work, and I would often notice different aspects of the painting.
