Guiding Light

got set. Another full run-through of the show. It started to drizzle, then slowly but steadily, it began to pour. The band’s yells echoed off of the bleachers as the drum majors began to conduct, “Dut, Dut! DUT! DUT! DUT! DUT!” The searing bright lights flashed on like the lightning in the sky, one by one, striking in the air. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the time has come for the show you’ve all been waiting for...give it up for the Metamora...Marching...,” the announcer took a…

At first, she tried to get the attention of anyone who would stop and look at her. Unfortunately, these were the same people who worked in the carnival. They seemed unimpressed and unmoved by her pleas. Perhaps they all knew already what went on in that tent, or maybe they just didn’t care that some strange girl was begging for help. And if she thought she might get help from one of the attendees, she was wrong. Reaching out, Ruby Ann stopped a young couple. They looked a little embarrassed to…

The painting is in form of asymmetrical balance, although both the left and right contain similar elements, which are a humanoid figure and a tree, the visual weight is heavier on the right due to the usage of a more saturated colour, which creates a more intense contrast between the red of the humanoid figure and the green of the tree nearby. Moreover, the size of the forms mentioned above is also larger than those of the left, and thus also contribute to the heavier visual weight. In terms of…

(0:00-5:05) Frank Castello throughout the entire opening shot has his face hidden, if through some shadow or sunglasses. It’s not until he announces that anybody is the same when faced with a loaded gun, that his face his shown. This could be alluding to how Sullivan is the model, being both gangster and cop at the same time. The establishing shot at 1:35 leads to a dolly shot into the restaurant, overviewing the patrons and owners. The scene also gives the introduction to Castello as the gang…

by stark instances of darkness conflicting with the individual, ivory tarp that contributes the bulk of the framed works’ detail. These primal entities keep a lone sophisticated device with them amongst their ruins and lack of shelter, a method of light transportation; a motorcycle. Questions immediately arise in an observer’s mind, such as the identity of the shaded…

At first glance of Elke, by Georg Baselitz, there is a negative atmosphere coming from the portrait. The deep hues of blue give an undertone that is depressing. The upside composition makes it look as though everything in the world has been turned upside down, and therefore gives feelings trouble. The way Baselitz does not paint all the way to the edges completely gives a feeling that the portrait is an illusion or memory. Larry Gagosian says his “iconic “upside-down” paintings, in which bodies.…

The meaning of the golden dust is sickness, like the golden dust, sickness spreads and slowly kills you. Sickness will never go away and will just keep coming back. Sickness may seem harmless at first just like the flu but when you become deathly ill you will have no idea why. This shows how that sickness is just like the golden dust. First of all, the meaning of the golden dust is sickness, it symbolizes it just like sickness can spread from person to person or animal to animal. It spreads…

I roll out of bed, walk over to the window, and pull back the curtains. Beams of light pour into my room as I squint my eyes. Not a cloud in the sky. It’s mid-June on a Saturday morning and I’m off of school for summer. I walk out my room and hear the sound of sizzling bacon. A hint of maple is wafting in the air. This can only mean one thing: bacon and pancakes. An ecstatic grin appears on my face while I make my way downstairs. As I turn the corner I see a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes…

The sounds, the smell, the sights, and the eerie and melancholy, but somehow always beautiful sound of jazz music assaulted the man's eardrums, as usual, as the dusk began to darkness, and the final rays of the sun lit up the sky in an incandescent, orange glow, which perfectly match the scene. New Orleans was a city, Michael O'Loughlin was still to become accustom to, and that showed in the way his bright green eyes shifted from side to side, his attention caught by the bright dolls and…

The clay walls of the old hut pressed in on her, hairline cracks lining the sun-harrowed mud. Dark tendrils curled about her face like smoke, shadows alive as the danced ever closer, but they waited, waited for the raven-haired man's command. The man, creature, was painful in his beauty, obsidian eyes hooded with apathy as his outstretched hand guided the whipping midnight. The woman coughed amid the thinning air, breath escaping her blue-tinged lips and hanging in a silvery cloud before her.…