All of her paintings were from personal experiences such as her marriage, miscarriages and her numerous operations. Out of Kahlo’s 143 paintings 55 are self portraits. Over her bed was a mirror so she could see herself and this was how she produced the self portraits. I admire the way which she paints her portraits as she never tries to beautify herself as many would, in fact she seems to make herself appear uglier. ‘They thought I was a surrealist, but I wasn’t, I never painted my dreams, I painted my reality’.
Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire Project Book The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire Chapter 1-The Girl Who Lived The first chapter of this book was very informal in many different ways. It informed us that the working hours were brutal with little or no time for breaks. Rose Rosenfeld, the girl who the chapter is written about, was about to be 18 working at the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. She was “…making blouses called shirtwaists from 7am to 8pm, with only 30 minutes for lunch…Rose and the others would not get dinner or receive overtime money” (Nobleman 4). This chapter describes the events occurring on the day in a personal matter.
Jonathan Swift’s The Lady’s Dressing Room gives the reader an interesting perspective from which to examine the extreme effort women partake in to make themselves ‘beautiful’. The poem is able to achieve this by not focusing the lady herself; but instead what she leaves behind. From the beginning we understand the lengthy process that Celia has been through in preparation, ‘Five hours (and who can do it less in?) By haughty Celia spent in dressing.’ Although the line in obviously mocking the many hours spent in vanity, it suggests this vanity is not confined to Celia alone and that many women take this long. Once again we see the infatuation of this period with personal external aesthetics; the fact that it takes Celia five hours to become the Celia that people will recognise is reflective of the severity associated with appearances and the necessity for that level of beauty to be upheld.
We sat for hours looking through music on the internet. When she finally touched me she was cautious as if I was made of glass. She ran her fingers down my neck and with each touch she got rougher and less petrified to hurt me. Our movements were clumsy and there was lots of pausing and repositioning. But soon with every touch I sang with love sounds unlike anything I’d made before.
It's as if this poem could be sent to twenty girls and all of them could think that it was written only for them. At first glance I was moved by the depths of your art and how it was directed to me, by the level of creativity and intelligence too. You almost convinced me. Almost. The most significant reason for not succeeding is that the whole piece feels like a well-considered stream of logic only to attain you-know-what, it doesn’t feel genuine.
Her French, Boys and Girls, school was abolished because the leaders felt it was inappropriate and against Islam to have Boys and Girls in the same school. Marjane goes through many phases. Marji starts thinking she is the last prophet and has conversations with god every night. Marji’s parents bought her many books on the history of communists and world history. Marji learns a lot from these books and reads them a lot throughout the novel when she is confused.
Her artwork is about her life and the experiences and obstacles she went through due to her accident, culture, fantasies and bisexuality. She painted herself with no emotion on her face because she painted the way she used to see herself on a mirror, but she always painted herself wearing Mexican clothing, colorful hair ornaments and leaves representing life. On almost all of her paints she had plants which represent life, animals as cats or monkeys which represent promiscuity and in her case, her desire to become a mother. She had an obsession with fertility and babies. So she painted herself image when she had one of their miscarriages.
It is easy for me as reader to put myself in her place. Readers know this kind of topic is very alarming and painful in all forms. The way she painted her house with all of the weapons and campaign posters; it is impossible for readers not to feel trapped in this
Truly Gone As I walked into the Johnson and Vaughn Funeral home in Fairfield, Illinois on February 12, 2010, I was not prepared to say farewell to my mother at all. I was feeling alone, guilty, sad, broken hearted, angry and to a degree relieved all at the same time. The taste of a stale cigarette was in my mouth. As I walked into the room where the service would be held I could smell a mix of scents from all of the flowers and candles that friends and loved ones had sent to us. I can not tell you who all was present for the service, as I could not seem to focus on anything but my loss.
The accident was traumatizing and took a life-long battle to fully understand for the event made it impossible for Frida to bare children. During her time recovering in a full body cast, Frida picked up her first brush and pallet. Painting on her hospital bed passed the time but also that began her long series of images that followed her life and emotional reaction to them. With her growing passion towards painting, Frida somehow knew how to create light even at her darkest moments. At first glance of any of Kahlo’s artwork, her portraits are very real but yet dreamlike.