After the first steps into the Minneapolis Institute of Art (MIA) I saw a ginormous yellow glasswork hanging from high ceilings that dominate the space. The atmosphere was alluring, mysterious, and thrilling. Thick glass doors and windows formed the entrance of the MIA. The tone has been set. One cannot help but feel welcome. Interestingly this is not just a first time feeling. As second, third, and forth time visitor, I have experienced the same sensation every time. Yet nothing is out of place. The organization of the galleries are well thought out and executed. Each room entertained a certain purpose: a technique, a time period, or a people group. Naturally, some galleries had altered light intensity: dim lighting created a sense of quiet peacefulness; bright light generated liveliness. The top floor thrilled me because of my vast variety of my personal tastes in art. On display were impressionism, modernism, photograph, and contemporary art. Sadly, my love of art does not extend to the styles of the Japanese and Chinese. I find them thick with spiritual entities and deeply rooted in things I do not believe in however beautiful they may be. Overall, the museum provided an impressive collection of artwork from all over the world, from many famous artists’, from many different time periods.
The New Writing Adventure
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Art Museum
Saturday, May 5, 2012
The Wring Experience
Way back when I began this class, it occurred to me how
inept I was at writing. When Reading/Writing 1 finally started its weekly
routines, there were a few days I threw my hands up in pure horrification. I
clearly had not master writing. I was one hundred percent sure I was going hit the
slippery slop that led to a Flunk. Yet, the back of my mind reminded me of how
much I needed this class to succeed in life. It was crucial for me to learn
basic writing skills. Forward I would go. Forward I MUST go. Forward I did.
Learning to write happened to be an interesting and beneficial experience for
me. I believe writing every single day should be credited. From blogging to
discussion post, from responses to papers to whatever else, writing certainly assisted
me in untangled all the knots I happened to have with writing.
The
semester flew past faster then I could think possible, but does not it always?
Sometimes I wish it would not fly so fast, other times I am glad it did. I am
glad this time. I am proud I tackled the writing challenge. I know it has
indeed helped my writing abilities.
Looking
ahead, I realize I will look upon Reading/Writing 1 as a pivotal point in my
writing career. If I am to succeed in college, and eventually in the world,
writing will be important for me to master.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
The College Route?
I came to college to advance my education of the arts. The arts
enthrall me and I love to learn. No, college was not expected of me. Both my
parents told me if I didn’t want to go to college don’t, and most importantly,
don’t just go because my friends were. It happens to be that I actually wanted
to go to college. So it worked out and my parents don’t mind investing in me
because they know I care about my schooling and I’m not just partying and
skipping classes. Absolutely I considered other non-college options. I thought
about interning before college and making a little extra dough. Or taking extra
PSEO classes.
I’ve never been a person to go with the flow of everyone else. I
question why people do what they do. I sometimes agree, sometime disagree.
Going to college was one of those things I questioned. “Why should I go to
college? Do I want to? What’s the purpose? Is it worth the time and money?”
After my two older brother went through the experience of visiting colleges,
applying to college, and choosing which college to go to, I felt anxious for my
turn. However, at that time, I had two years yet to go. Consequently, a lot
changes in two years. When my time did come, I knew what I wished to pursue and
had picked out my top three colleges. BUT, I also knew I wasn’t ready for
full-head-on college with dorms, piles of homework, new people, parties,
professors, etc. I decide to, not take a year off, but take a so-called unnecessary
fifth year of highschool. I would take courses online, get a head start in
credits, save money, and most importantly, keep my brain engaged in learning.
It was rough. But I feel better about doing it after the fact. Ultimately I did
decide to take the route to college.
Vincent van Gogh's Olive Trees
Vincent van Gogh repertoire of infamous paintings includes, Starry Night, self-portraits, a series of haystacks, and a collection of landscapes. I am especially captivated with the Olive Groves series. Vincent van Gogh’s Olive Trees painting is approximately two and a half by three-foot oil on canvas work that was obtained for the MIA with the help from The William Hood Dunwoody Fund. While Van Gough painted fifteen “Olive Tree” paintings, he painted the piece found in the MIA in 1889. The first noticeable characteristic of Olive Trees is a yellow sun at the top and slightly to the right of the center. Below the sun there are many dull, dark, and daring green olive trees with long midnight blue shadows. The trees are planted in red brownish, dry, rough, earth. Behind the olive trees rests a misty, cold, light blue mountain. Van Gogh adapted impressionism and yet his artwork has a very clear “Van Gogh” style. Olive Trees is a cartoon like picture. Instead of pixels, though, Vincent uses brushstrokes. Furthermore, Olive Trees represents plenty extra than what meets the eye.
All artworks are a compilation of graphic fundamentals and ethics of purpose. In Olive Tree, adabbed landscape of Vincent van Gogh, two things stick out to the viewer immediately: a pronounced shape---a circle representing a sun---, and a rather large mass representing olive trees. The whole painting is made up of short half inch to inch strokes. My favorite aspect of this painting is the lighting van Gogh uses. In his yellow hues there are metallic like substance stirred in, which makes the sun seems to shimmer. Then lower near the ground some of the brown under the trees have the same metallic shine to it, which suggests the sun “peeking” through the trees. Interestingly enough, the shadows are too long for where the sun sits. This could be a clue to Vincent van Gogh’s process. Maybe he started the painting in late afternoon and by the time the sun had sunken and the shadows grown long he just painted what he saw. The lighting and the effects of lighting are everywhere. In addition, without a doubt the oil in Olive Trees created texture and patterns. We notice the uneven ground with fat clumps of paint. On the other hand, we observe the smooth circular heat waves protruding around the solid yellow sun. Also, a clear vantage point focused down the middle where a hidden mountain resides. From that point, a valley like path is made down the middle. To the left and right countless olive trees are rooted, giving the painting superb balance. An interesting contrast, yet small detail, is the ink black outlines of the trunks of all the trees, which create depth and establishment. From brushstrokes to the color wheel, Olive Trees presents a wonderful masterpiece ingrained with technique and essentials.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
EEEEK! Research Paper?!
When I read “Research Paper”, my insides shrivel. I want to crawl in a
little ball and cry. The fact is doing research is a challenging for me, and I
already struggle with writing, as well as typing. It’s almost as if “Research
Paper” is the rotten cherry on top. Now, I tend to be a positive person. Rarely
can one tell if I’m distraught about something, because I would never speak out
(or, heaven forbid, type) about my distresses. Yet, here I am doing just that. However,
I refuse to let this paper get to me. Regardless of my lack of experience with
writing papers, let alone research papers, I accept the challenge, though
hesitantly, I might add.
After some thought, I believe I will ultimately jot my views down and
study the controversial topic of homeschooling. With all my observations and
experiences with homeschoolers, I can’t help thinking they’re some of the
coolest people I personally know. They’re respectful, intelligent, and far from
head-to-toe denim (though there are always a few exceptions…) they listen, they
speak, and most fascinatingly, they LOVE to learn. So in a sense, yes, I’m
passionate about what I’ve seen concerning homeschooling.
I don’t quite know how I’m going to write this, as you can tell from
what I said above. I have started my paper but nothing’s solid yet. I know I
will touch on the debate about homeschoolers being aloud/not aloud to join in
extracurricular programs. It’s an interesting argument and I ultimately lean
towards allowing them.
So, now to get to her done!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Appeal to [insert fallacy]
After my two older brothers were shipped off to college, or as I would
say shipped off to start their life, I became the oldest, the head dog, and the
person in charge when my parents were out. I was terrified. I knew I didn’t
want to be an overbearing sister to my two little bros. I knew I didn’t want
them to hate me right away. But I also knew I couldn’t just give in whenever
they wanted. Naturally they, and I, had to adjust to two less boys in the
house, so in the beginning of my “reign” it easy sailing. As life went on, and
months passed I soon became the most hated and most loved sister. The hardest
part for me was making threats I knew I couldn’t full-fill. I pulled so many
“appeal to fear” stunts: anything to make them stop arguing with each other,
anything to make them help out in the kitchen, anything. Of course, the more I
used the “appeal to fear” card the less and less they started to believe me.
Everything was backfiring! That’s when I turned to honest “threats” that I
could full-fill. I would suggest just starting there, for all you older
siblings. However, it doesn’t end there. Instead of me betting on fallacies to
help me out, my brothers start figuring out the fallacies. After I learned to
be a steady older sister they begun the “appeal to pity” trick.
“Hannah, I really want to mow the lawn, but I’m just getting no sleep
at night. I’m so exhausted. My legs cannot push a lawn mower. I can’t do it.”
Yeah right. Nice one. Better luck next time chump. You’re not saying
that while your playing football with the neighbor kids.
Needless to say,
fallacies are used in everyday life whether we know it or not. Even that last
sentence could be one. ;-) Is that an overgeneralization or an unsupported
generalization?
Argumentative
The attacks homeschooler receive from ignorant public school children
about how home education works baffles me. The number one issues homeschoolers
are accused of most is antisocialism. Another issue that bugs me from a
homeschool viewpoint is the rejection from public schools to participate in
extracurricular activates. The way I perceive this situation is homeschoolers
are in a constant fight to establish themselves. They’re antisocial yet they
want to participate in extracurricular actives? That right there crumbles the
public school child of their viewpoint of homeschoolers. Because who is this
“antisocial” homeschooler who wants play basketball, on a team, with other
kids? He must not be antisocial then, huh? I may be bias towards homeschoolers
because most of my great friends are homeschoolers and some of the coolest,
smartest, humblest kids I know. Please don’t judge all homeschooler for being
antisocial. There are socially awkward kids everywhere in this world, even in
the, (shock), public schools. There are, like wise, active kids, engaging, and
chatty kids, too, found in homeschool circles and publicschools alike.
The word “homeschooler” I feel has the wrong reputation for nerdy kids
with red hair and head to toe denim. Am I wrong? Maybe. Fact is, even if
homeschoolers used to be like that, homeschoolers have become well-rounded kids
with solid characteristics, engaging attitudes, and an wholesome education. (And
if I may add, pretty snappy dressers too.) Yes, they are aware of drugs, sex,
and the “big bad world.” They’re not overly sheltered and they can be pretty
street smart. Homeschooler kids are just that: kids. Public schooler kids are
just that: kids. Kids like to have fun, cause mischief, and laugh. One of the
minor differences between the two is where they receive their education: at
home or in a building.
With that said, homeschoolers are humans like everyone else. There
should be no need for discrimination against homeschoolers. There is nothing
wrong with disagreeing with homeschool education or publicschooling education. But
don’t attack either with something as common as “antisocialism.”
I don’t know if I made my point, but I hope I at least revealed some of
the illogicalness that have been made towards homeschooling.
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