Now the second floor was a lot creepier. Just the feeling like perhaps something happened filled my body with a funny feeling. There appeared to be fire that occurred at some time, because the ceiling appeared to be burned and the hallways where filled with crumbled bricks, sheetrock, and tiles. While the walls were cover in shoot left over from the fire. Electrical wires could be notice hanging from the ceiling, as well as old grime covered pipes.
Critique: Grace Cossington-Smith ‘Interior with Wardrobe Mirror’, 1951 “Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes it visible.” Artists produce artworks not only to define what is seen, but also to express feelings, emotions, moods and atmospheres, therefore expressing more than the visible. Through analysis of Grace Cossington-Smith’s artwork “Interior with Wardrobe Mirror”, it becomes evident that artworks express more than just the visible, physical elements. Cossington-Smith’s oil painting “Interior with Wardrobe Mirror” portrays an interior of a bedroom with the focal point being the wardrobe mirror reflecting the outside scene. The composition of the work plays an important role in enhancing the mood and atmosphere of the work, so as the observer is not only drawn to the physical objects in the room, but is drawn to soak up the atmosphere of the room. Cossington-Smith has balanced the work through the placement of the central focal point.
It is large with a newly acquired echo, like a theatre; be it one devoid of cast, set and script. Floors are floors and walls are walls, distinguished plainly by the battered skirtings. Her footsteps feel empty and queer; noise seems to play differently. Entering the sitting room, geometric shafts of late afternoon sun arrive on the floor, curious as to the whereabouts of the furniture on which they had previously rested. An expected smell of oak is overpowered by a lingering odour of perspiration, and that of boxes, tape and newspaper.
Country? Well I was born in town and I grew up in town. I got to think what life would be living in the country without all the stores and life and people in town? Lucky I, my aunt and uncle with my cousin lived in country. They had they own land and farm and lots of animals and with all that, incredible amount of work for anybody who decided to come for a visit.
Pickton didn't do particularly well in school, and was made fun of by the other children because of his poor hygiene and the fact that he frequently smelled like hog manure. Robert had developed a fear of showers because his mother insisted on taking baths only. Pictkon always wore his trademark knee-high gum boots because of all the mud, pig manure and slaughtering operations on the farm. Robert’s mother looked out for him in particular, as she knew he had a harder time that her other offspring. As he grew older, Pickton frequently skipped school to stay home on the farm.
P3 P3 Open front door Open front door Front desk Front desk Sharp Kitchen utensils Sharp Kitchen utensils Hob Hob Spillage Spillage Kitchen Surface Kitchen Surface Chairs Chairs Crockery Crockery Garbage bin Garbage bin Table Table Table Table Radiator Radiator Toys Toys Toilet Stalls Toilet Stalls Sinks Sinks Plug Socket Plug Socket Exposed Wires Exposed Wires Toys Toys Cribs Cribs Open Window Open Window Window Window Table Table Window Window Window Window Window Window Window Window Key for hazards in the nursery KITCHEN 1. Water spillages: Children or staff could slip up ad injure themselves 2. Kitchen cleaning equipment left out: Chemicals that are left out could risk a coming into contact with children who are curious and cause injury or illness 3. Hob left on: A hob
Tom sits up, though it seems like an effort. He looks sick. From a small mirror behind the couch we see that we are in the back room of a gambling establishment. The leavings of a card game litter a table in the middle background. Tom .
Back beyond the pastures, the lone bull, and my neighbors eight dogs I went. I was home. My day was concluded with my neighbor, Mia (who is an old native woman), telling me Kiowa stories. How I loved to hear her stories. She tells me how the Kiowa’s found cedar.
All these were taken away along with the big property my great grandparents lived in and most of their savings. All this came down to our family being extremely poor and moving to a small house in the outskirts of the city. When my auntie was born, the family was so poor that they could only afford soup and plain noodles for lunch and dinner. My grandpa worked hard to earn a living for the family, and made sure that my Auntie studied hard in order to be a good role model for mum. In the winter, the cold air always blew through the cracks of the house.
The bowling alley is under ground. The stair way is still under repair. The stairs are bright yellow and pitch dark black. The walls have a navy blue color with posters on the walls about what specials they have. The front desk is very long and a baby blue color.