There remain a few questions unsettled in my mind. And amidst the confusion, I feel that I have persuaded myself that everything I have been working towards is for the betterment of the situation, everyone’s situation. I have managed to convince myself that the results will change not only
There was a painting in one of my art classes that I had chosen to write a paper on, one that I had carelessly looked over with insignificant background research leaving me staggering with a shameful, though lenient B.
La Douce Mélancolie is a 1756 Neo-classical painting by Joseph-Marie Vien (1716). La Douce Mélancolie, translated to Sweet Melancholy, was inspired by the excavation of the ancient Roman cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum, where painters started to incorporate classical architecture,
John Trumbull’s The Declaration of Independence, now called Independence Hall, Philapdelphia, is an oil painting located in the United States Capitol Rotunda. The painting is a vivid depiction of the drafting of the Declaration to Congress. Trumbull had carefully painted similar scenes to the
Something’s amiss. And I’m not entirely sure what it is. Things seem to be moving forward bit by bit, and that’s not altogether a bad thing. There’s a whole world out there and it is a grievous sin not to see it. But I can’t seem to get the gnawing feeling that something is still amiss, and it kills me that
A few months ago, I ventured on a path to rid of all the unneeded necessities I surround myself with. My first victim: my room. I managed to box up old childhood memories and a many more that
are only of use when reminiscing. I was determined to lock everything away fearing those that I kept so precious were the very ones keeping me from moving forward. And along with those treasured moments, I wanted to rid myself of all the bitterness as well. My theory was, if perhaps I managed to clear the spaces that physically surround me, the self-imposed shackles that I had chained myself in would magically disappear as well. In theory, or at least in my head, that made sense. Theory tested, theory unsuccessful.