Color wheel

you figure out what colors you are using and how to design your paint color scheme, painting slanted ceilings is just like painting the walls. There are a few things to think about before you start, specifically what colors you want to use for your walls and ceiling, and whether or not you want to distinguish between the ceiling and the wall. If you do want to distinguish the ceiling from the wall, you need to know where that line should lie on the wall. Choosing your colors for the walls and…

I think that the elements we focused more on in this project were Value, Color, and Line. We were required to do a lot of shading which meant putting different values in different places to create the illusion of shadow. We used soft pastels to color, and we had to make many lines to form the objects depicted in the Still Life. As for the principles of Art, I believe we mostly focused on Proportion, Contrast, and Unity. We had to match the proportion of the objects to the ones in the smaller…

English-122 The air was still and warm like summer, but the trees had already began to change color. The trees bright green leaves all started to show their final beauty, Some just turning deep orange, some already reaching red, and few that were soon to fall, or ones that were already laid to rest on the ground, a dull brown. Dusk had just began, and the hue of the orange-purple sky had began to show. My team and I arrive at the stadium in the claissic, from the kiddy books, bright yellow…

Although bile rose in her throat, Raine swallowed and forced herself to breath shallow as her eyes linked with the man who had spoken, the odor of decaying fish breath permeating the air around him. A faded, red bandanna was wrapped around his head where slippery, seaweed-like hair peeked out from beneath. Intense frown lines cut through his darkly tanned features that were speckled by colossal black pores. Brownish teeth, some missing, were visible behind his dry, cracked lips and little gray…

I woke up to the sound of my mom bellowing my name from downstairs. I had no idea what I had done this time. I sprung out of bed and trudged out the door. As I approached the bottom of the stairs I saw my mom standing in the kitchen tapping her foot next to the dishwasher, and immediately I knew. The night before I thought that it would be a good idea to take all of the racks out of the dishwasher and turn it in to a farm for frogs. My other had just spoiled my plans. I stepped into the kitchen…

This is the kind of October morning no other month can touch. A world tinted in sharp colors of rust orange, royal reds, and chocolate browns. The trees are beginning to shrug off the summer. The dark leggy woods are becoming bare of leaves. The trail winds through deep forest woods near the now dry, dusty creek, which once ran so smoothly with crisp, cold water from the spring. The trail carries us across the cattle guard, and through many vivid childhood memories as we grow closer to the…

It’s You Or Me. (It’s probably going to be me.) I entered the first house my heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and I was frantic to get in and out. I had never done this before but I was desperate as if this was the last thing I could do to survive. I yelled out “hello!” No one replied I did a quick look of the downstairs and then slowly and quietly went upstairs all I could hear was my heart beating out of my chest. I was looking for one thing and one thing only and that was gold,…

Marcus laughed, as he heard the threat of a male voice. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we just not do it so close to here?" He asked, trying to keep his voice from faltering as he felt the terror crashing down on him. Standing up, he brushed himself off, not wanting to fight at all. With his eyes adjusting to the familiar darkness, he tried to make out the figure's face, but all he could see was the red glow on his hand. Marcus watched as the glow began to diminish as the male backed up, but the…

"Are you ready to go?" yelled Clayton across the house. The last month of summer meant the first days of riding. Clayton and I ride dirt bikes and four wheelers every summer. This summer marked our third year of riding all the trails behind my house. We rode during the winter, during the summer, and sometimes in the rain. Clayton, my neighbor is a couple of years younger than me, but he some of the same interests one of those was riding. I felt a little bit nervous that day before we went off…

“CRACK!” Glass shatters across the kitchen floor and instantly a pool of yellow fills in the lines of the tiles. The scent of mustard consumes the room; I look down at the bright stain on my brand new cutoff jeans, and started to tear up. Rachel’s grandma gives me a lazy apology for the stain and proceeds to clean up and finish making the sandwiches for our trip to the river. We were heading to the McKenzie River for a day of white river rafting, an event I was dreading the prior 24 hours. A day…