Northern Lights

(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.…

1. In the middle of a dark and dreary night I had been reading many forgotten novels But as my sleep was almost upon me, there was a knocking at my door. As I went to open the door, I said to myself, “A visitor at this late hour?” I said only this, but nothing more. 2. I specifically remember this depressing December night. The ashes from a fire that had been burning took their place on my floor And I eagerly wished tomorrow would come and I sought my books to find Relief from my sorrows of…

The poem, “Don’t You Wonder, Sometimes?” was written by Tracy K. Smith, as part of a collection of poems, Life on Mars that was released in 2011. A part of the poem talks about the night sky. Smith’s father was an engineer who worked on the Hubble telescope. (Zelazko). As someone who worked for research in space, it is evident that they had curiosity in knowing more about the world, and that influenced Smith in her work. Smith believes that there is more to the world than humans actually know.…

1978 - Tenderloin District, San Francisco Marci passed a man trying to come up the stairs. He stumbled and laughed to himself in the half-light of the dark stairwell. To nobody in particular, he blurted out “Oops…let’s try that again. His eyes widening and squinting, alternatively. Trying to gain a grasp of the moment. Marci hurried by, acting as if he wasn’t there. His hair was in disarray and the vapor around him told her that he was full with alcohol; and she knew those weren’t safe…