Reflection
Shug is physically introduced in the book, and Celie is even more infatuated with her than she already was, even after Shug calls her ugly she still persists. Mr. becomes more of a person at the arrive of Shug, he and Harpo going to find and get her. It's finally validated that Mr. was and is in love with Shug, even insinuated that he's the father of her children. Mr.'s first name is also revealed to be Albert, giving him a name felt off, it humanized him.
Daily Entry
I've started to paint that Willow Smith piece and to say the least, I'm in a love-hate relationship with it right now. The lineart was...okay, and I absolutely hate the paint, but I'm still not mad at how it looks overall, collectively it's not half bad. I'm starting to stress a bit though, I have to do a "commission" that doesn't really qualify as such, and I hate doing them sometimes, my brain likes to overthink and pick things apart and then other times I just flat out don't get it, and in this case I'm just overdoing it, I'm debating over little things, like how big should it be, how long will it take, what art style should I do it in etc. But, I'll figure it out, I always do.
Literary 3x3
Sadness enables rage
Fear befriends anxiety
Generosity deludes Sustainability
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
#4: The Color Purple Reflection / My Daily Entry
Reflection
Celie confesses to Sofia why she told Harpo to beat her, the two women sharing in a bit of a bonding experience, the scene that started with a monologue known by many and ended with the two women laughing gave way to Sofia coming to an understanding of Celie's situation. There's a bit of irony to the entire situation though, when Harpo first asked how he should get Sofie to listen to him, his father says to beat her but it's not him he listens to for he goes and asks Celie the same question, her response is what he takes to heart, showing how disconnected he is to his own father and why Celie compares him to something she compares herself to, a tree, stiff, unmoving, and scared of man.
Daily Entry
My watercolor set for my art portfolio came in today, which gives me from now until fourth block Friday to finish poor sorcerous Willow Smith. We reached the most iconic scene from the book today in Mr. Rease's class, the monologue that everyone knows even if they haven't seen the movie even once.
"All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my brothers. I had to fight my cousins and my uncles. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men. But I never thought I'd have to fight in my own house. I loves Harpo, God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead before I let him beat me."
The class all said it in unison, immediately leading into a discussion question as to why that quote is so memorable.
Celie confesses to Sofia why she told Harpo to beat her, the two women sharing in a bit of a bonding experience, the scene that started with a monologue known by many and ended with the two women laughing gave way to Sofia coming to an understanding of Celie's situation. There's a bit of irony to the entire situation though, when Harpo first asked how he should get Sofie to listen to him, his father says to beat her but it's not him he listens to for he goes and asks Celie the same question, her response is what he takes to heart, showing how disconnected he is to his own father and why Celie compares him to something she compares herself to, a tree, stiff, unmoving, and scared of man.
Daily Entry
My watercolor set for my art portfolio came in today, which gives me from now until fourth block Friday to finish poor sorcerous Willow Smith. We reached the most iconic scene from the book today in Mr. Rease's class, the monologue that everyone knows even if they haven't seen the movie even once.
"All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my brothers. I had to fight my cousins and my uncles. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men. But I never thought I'd have to fight in my own house. I loves Harpo, God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead before I let him beat me."
The class all said it in unison, immediately leading into a discussion question as to why that quote is so memorable.
Sunday, January 27, 2019
#3: My Daily Entry
My weekend was okay, a bit more exciting than most. I went to a friend's eighteenth birthday party on Saturday, it was fun, or, as much fun as I'm able to have at any type of party. I'm never quite comfortable enough to get up and dance, unless it's the Cupid Shuffle due to how simple and impossible it is to mess up, more so smiling in my seat as I take in everyone else's enjoyment and energy. I came home at around 9:15pm and cleaning up my room until 2 in the morning, reorganizing, sweeping, and going through all the dumb things I have hoarded in my cabinet. Sunday was fine, I was supposed to finish my art project, but, well, I didn't- poor sorcerous Willow Smith, may she be finished before I have to start the next piece for my portfolio.
Friday, January 25, 2019
#2: The Color Purple Reflection / My Daily Entry
Reflection
Mr. finally decides to take Celie, coming over to the house to look at her again, Fonso treats her as if he's auctioning off a piece of furniture at a yard sale, not treating her with a lick of dignity. It finally hits Nettie and that they're going to be separated, making her physically sick.
Celie's first day at Mr.'s house and she's been hit in the head with a rock by a grieving 12 year old boy, who had his mother die in his arms, and is detangling two little girls' hair for the entire day, only to lay down to rest to be courted by this man that she's been married off to only for the prospect of being a fill-in mother. She finds herself thinking of Nettie's safety and then of Shug Avery, wondering if she enjoyed this, and wrapping her arms around him.
Daily Entry
We got our point and shoot cameras in photography today, I felt a bit nostalgic for times I've never lived in as I looked through the lens. When Brandi, my brother, my niece and I got off of the bus we immediately found ourselves stopped in the backyard of an abandoned house. While I took photos on this old school camera, Brandi and my niece took their own, my brother, being my brother, cracked his phone. Later, Brandi and I scouted our neighborhood for more areas to photograph, walking along the train tracks near a small stream, admiring the small ecosystem and, tossing rocks into the surprisingly deep water, and all the way down to the highway where the Chevron is. We ran into uncomfortable situations, and exciting ones, our combined social anxiety navigating us through it. Our legs and feet were starting to throb but our faces burned for laughter.
But, of course, a Friday isn't complete if Darien doesn't ruin the party. We sat in my from and listened to music talking and teasing with one another, taking a trip to the hair and dollar stores respectively.
Today, felt both like a scene from a horror movie and something from a Summer flick.
Mr. finally decides to take Celie, coming over to the house to look at her again, Fonso treats her as if he's auctioning off a piece of furniture at a yard sale, not treating her with a lick of dignity. It finally hits Nettie and that they're going to be separated, making her physically sick.
Celie's first day at Mr.'s house and she's been hit in the head with a rock by a grieving 12 year old boy, who had his mother die in his arms, and is detangling two little girls' hair for the entire day, only to lay down to rest to be courted by this man that she's been married off to only for the prospect of being a fill-in mother. She finds herself thinking of Nettie's safety and then of Shug Avery, wondering if she enjoyed this, and wrapping her arms around him.
Daily Entry
We got our point and shoot cameras in photography today, I felt a bit nostalgic for times I've never lived in as I looked through the lens. When Brandi, my brother, my niece and I got off of the bus we immediately found ourselves stopped in the backyard of an abandoned house. While I took photos on this old school camera, Brandi and my niece took their own, my brother, being my brother, cracked his phone. Later, Brandi and I scouted our neighborhood for more areas to photograph, walking along the train tracks near a small stream, admiring the small ecosystem and, tossing rocks into the surprisingly deep water, and all the way down to the highway where the Chevron is. We ran into uncomfortable situations, and exciting ones, our combined social anxiety navigating us through it. Our legs and feet were starting to throb but our faces burned for laughter.
But, of course, a Friday isn't complete if Darien doesn't ruin the party. We sat in my from and listened to music talking and teasing with one another, taking a trip to the hair and dollar stores respectively.
Today, felt both like a scene from a horror movie and something from a Summer flick.
Thursday, January 24, 2019
#1: The Color Purple Reflection / My Daily Entry
Letters 1-7: Reflection
The Color Purple immediately starts off with a graphic description of rape, but not just rape, the rape of a fourteen-year-old girl, named Celie, by her own father. The description struck a nerve in me as it did many of my classmates, a sense of disgust and uncomfortability rising the farther we got into the book. Celie is put into a situation that she has no means of escaping, sheltering her little sister as best she can from their father's gaze, by putting herself in harm's way.
Daily Entry
My day was like any other but it had its differences. There was a pep rally of sorts for the A/A-B Honor-Roll students. It was more of the celebration of a former student that had been drafted into the NFL, they spoke for a bit, and gave a few words of encouragement about not letting others tell us what we can and can't be. The band, flag girls, dance girls, and cheerleaders all performed and did their thing. If I'm deathly honest, that was the only thing that held my attention, whenever the adults spoke it sounded dull and disingenuous, except for Ms. Randell who always has pep in her voice. My favorite part, as always, is watching how all the flag girls and dance girl's movements correlate exactly with the beat of the music, I love when things are in sync.
The Color Purple immediately starts off with a graphic description of rape, but not just rape, the rape of a fourteen-year-old girl, named Celie, by her own father. The description struck a nerve in me as it did many of my classmates, a sense of disgust and uncomfortability rising the farther we got into the book. Celie is put into a situation that she has no means of escaping, sheltering her little sister as best she can from their father's gaze, by putting herself in harm's way.
Daily Entry
My day was like any other but it had its differences. There was a pep rally of sorts for the A/A-B Honor-Roll students. It was more of the celebration of a former student that had been drafted into the NFL, they spoke for a bit, and gave a few words of encouragement about not letting others tell us what we can and can't be. The band, flag girls, dance girls, and cheerleaders all performed and did their thing. If I'm deathly honest, that was the only thing that held my attention, whenever the adults spoke it sounded dull and disingenuous, except for Ms. Randell who always has pep in her voice. My favorite part, as always, is watching how all the flag girls and dance girl's movements correlate exactly with the beat of the music, I love when things are in sync.
Friday, January 18, 2019
Vocabulary Quiz
1.) Apostrophe - a figure of speech sometimes represented by an exclamation, such as "Oh."; speaks directly to someone who is not present, dead, or to an inanimate object(s)
2.) Paradox - a statement that may seem absurd or contradictory but can be true or at least make sense; are usually contrary to what is commonly believed.
3.) Anaphora- the repetition of a certain word or phrase at the beginning of successive lines of writing or speech and is used to convey an argument
4.) Dearth - a scarcity or lack thereof something
5.) Incongruous - not in harmony or keeping with the surroundings or other aspects of something
6.) Enjambment - a thought, sense, phrase or clause in a line of poetry that does not come to an end at the break but, moves over to the next line, essentially a run on sentence
7.) Rhyming Couplet - two successive rhyming lines in a verse
8.) Variable Rhythm- a varied amount of stressed and unstressed pattern of beats
9.) Lament- a passionate expression of grief, often in music, poetry, or song form
10.) Scarce- a situation where there is too little of something or where something exists only in small amounts
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Literature, what would it be without its Apostrophe's and their figures of speech, despite the Paradox that comes with them, they never cease to repeatedly reel us in, much like Anaphoras. Enjambments mix with Rhyming Couplets, putting a much-needed twist to a work with such awe and efficiency that adding a Variable Rhythm to the mix would only lessen the beauty of it on its own. Laments and their emotion-driven stories can leave a sense of Incongruous, filling you with the dearth that they must have felt as they took to writing such a literary piece. Literature, a compilation of so much to make up something much larger.
2.) Paradox - a statement that may seem absurd or contradictory but can be true or at least make sense; are usually contrary to what is commonly believed.
3.) Anaphora- the repetition of a certain word or phrase at the beginning of successive lines of writing or speech and is used to convey an argument
4.) Dearth - a scarcity or lack thereof something
5.) Incongruous - not in harmony or keeping with the surroundings or other aspects of something
6.) Enjambment - a thought, sense, phrase or clause in a line of poetry that does not come to an end at the break but, moves over to the next line, essentially a run on sentence
7.) Rhyming Couplet - two successive rhyming lines in a verse
8.) Variable Rhythm- a varied amount of stressed and unstressed pattern of beats
9.) Lament- a passionate expression of grief, often in music, poetry, or song form
10.) Scarce- a situation where there is too little of something or where something exists only in small amounts
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Literature, what would it be without its Apostrophe's and their figures of speech, despite the Paradox that comes with them, they never cease to repeatedly reel us in, much like Anaphoras. Enjambments mix with Rhyming Couplets, putting a much-needed twist to a work with such awe and efficiency that adding a Variable Rhythm to the mix would only lessen the beauty of it on its own. Laments and their emotion-driven stories can leave a sense of Incongruous, filling you with the dearth that they must have felt as they took to writing such a literary piece. Literature, a compilation of so much to make up something much larger.
Thursday, January 10, 2019
A Reflection on our 'Create a Monster Group Assignment'
Creating Scott Lawrence was something I'll always cherish, cheesy, yet true. It was fun and exciting to come up with our character, all of our ideals colliding into something great. Though some of his details didn't come through in his origin story, we came up with more than what was necessary for the simple classroom grade presented to us. Even though it was all a bit rushed, and the drawing was done within 30 minutes, it was something special.
We made him a teenager with a love for skateboarding, with a open mind and a open heart, a dork who's in love with Micheal Jackson and Madonna, who sings to the seagulls and pelicans during his late nights on the beach after he sneaks out to skatebaord on the abandoned peer.
We set him in the 1980s so we could cover in him the time period's love of denim, and muted and loud colors alike. We gave him friends, such as Shareen Wiggins, the human girl who soothed his rage, who he later saves from his Father and Grandfather's gruesome past-time, and Emit Hughes, another monster who, unlike the others, didn't shy away from him at the realization that he was made of human and monster parts and limbs, similar to the Frankstein that they learn about in their history classes, the first of their kind.
We set up a reality around these characters that coincided with their stories, making this a world where Monsters as a whole had become their own race, had come to a sort of peace with humanity as they still lived separate of one another.
Despite this, Scott's creators and family went out of their way to cause more chaos and tension between man and monster kind, to sink them into old traditions and ways that were long forgotten by most as they stole body parts from the innocent, to make the character that I've grown to love, Scott Lawrence.
We made him a teenager with a love for skateboarding, with a open mind and a open heart, a dork who's in love with Micheal Jackson and Madonna, who sings to the seagulls and pelicans during his late nights on the beach after he sneaks out to skatebaord on the abandoned peer.
We set him in the 1980s so we could cover in him the time period's love of denim, and muted and loud colors alike. We gave him friends, such as Shareen Wiggins, the human girl who soothed his rage, who he later saves from his Father and Grandfather's gruesome past-time, and Emit Hughes, another monster who, unlike the others, didn't shy away from him at the realization that he was made of human and monster parts and limbs, similar to the Frankstein that they learn about in their history classes, the first of their kind.
We set up a reality around these characters that coincided with their stories, making this a world where Monsters as a whole had become their own race, had come to a sort of peace with humanity as they still lived separate of one another.
Despite this, Scott's creators and family went out of their way to cause more chaos and tension between man and monster kind, to sink them into old traditions and ways that were long forgotten by most as they stole body parts from the innocent, to make the character that I've grown to love, Scott Lawrence.
A Poem to Scott Lawrence (from the prospective of 'the girl', Shareen Wiggins)
It's Okay to Not Live Up to Your Family Legacy
It's okay to not live up to your family legacy
If you were to do that you may have a lot of difficulties
Whatever you feel is best for you
Do that to show the real you
I know you're struggling to be something you're not
Do that to show the real you
I know you're struggling to be something you're not
But dreams aren't supposed to be stagnant and rot
Believe what you feel and feel what you believe
Dreams are like manners, they deserve better treatment
-Shatorria Eaves
A Poem about the Monster, Scott Lawrence
Good and Evil With No Soul
A legacy of savagery
A legacy of evil
A legacy of evil
A legacy of murder
But evil is not born
A creature lost
Between real and unreal
A creature lost in between good and evil
A creature made with no soul
Mixing the creature in a militias bowl
All can be good or evil with no soul
-William Blake
The Monster's Origins (Short Story)
M. Lawrence was by birth an American. During his creation, the lands surrounding the hidden desolate shack he was born in became a tone quieter than before. The world knew that another monster was born. Twas likewise when the monster's son was born decades later. These monsters, farther and son, reeked havoc upon the lands, creating for themselves a reputation of desolation and a path of souls and desperation. In a thirst for more destruction the father, P. Lawrence, had am idea that would affect not only the lives of the people, but also his own.
The two Lawrence men raided villages and ripped , tore, and slaughtered their way to finding the best limbs and pieces possible. Through these means, a son was born.
The son, Scott Lawrence, was exactly what he was not supposed to be. He healed instead of killed, gave instead of stole, and brought life where his father and grandfather took it away. Therefore he was cast out of his family's graces.
In anger and hurt, he stepped into his father;s shows and began his own coping of destruction and blame. He was becoming what his father wanted until he stopped. His eyes beheld something he had never witnessed in the lands of his crooked family. A garden of delicacy and vulnerability, a girl tending to each one.
"Why do you water that ugly plant?" Scott had asked in a tone of bitter resentment. He found himself relating to this ugly plant, with its rotten color and lumpy leaves.
"Because," she responded, meeting his eyes and not his 'ugly' appearance, seeing him for who he truly was. "It's still a plant and deserves to grow as all the others. An appearance is just the gates to a beautiful garden."
-Brandi Trenier
-Chardae Lee
The two Lawrence men raided villages and ripped , tore, and slaughtered their way to finding the best limbs and pieces possible. Through these means, a son was born.
The son, Scott Lawrence, was exactly what he was not supposed to be. He healed instead of killed, gave instead of stole, and brought life where his father and grandfather took it away. Therefore he was cast out of his family's graces.
In anger and hurt, he stepped into his father;s shows and began his own coping of destruction and blame. He was becoming what his father wanted until he stopped. His eyes beheld something he had never witnessed in the lands of his crooked family. A garden of delicacy and vulnerability, a girl tending to each one.
"Why do you water that ugly plant?" Scott had asked in a tone of bitter resentment. He found himself relating to this ugly plant, with its rotten color and lumpy leaves.
"Because," she responded, meeting his eyes and not his 'ugly' appearance, seeing him for who he truly was. "It's still a plant and deserves to grow as all the others. An appearance is just the gates to a beautiful garden."
-Brandi Trenier
-Chardae Lee
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