Art and Expeditions: December 2008

The final painting I did in my landscape class. I uses a thick wooden panel, and my imagination. It took many layers of paint to start to create a texture I desired. Prior to that, the paint was just seping into the unprimed wood and tyhe look was very dull and flat.

Shakespeare

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak’d after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak’d,
I cried to dream again.

The Tempest, Act III

Caliban, scene ii

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest, Act IV, scene i

Art and Expeditions

Central Park Fifth Avenue

The Homer Simpson Tree

Alice in Wonderland

The Grand Dames

The Author

Sparrows

The Indian Scout

Carriages

The Bearded Lady

Central Park

Christmas Charms

Bert and Stan

Marilyn at her Wedding

Steven, The Artist and Photographer

Wuthering Heights

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