Edward Hopper: A clown's perspective

It's a typical Saturday night, when I get a phone call to do a job for a painter. I usually spend my days on the couch waiting for anything such as the wind to change direction, my life is unsatisfactory and repetitive. I do odd jobs for people, one I am most famous for is being a clown and the kids seem to love me. So the guy is on the phone and he says that he’s seen something in the paper about what I do and tells me to meet him later that night. As I am getting ready for the night it seems almost comical, he wants me to go into a nice restaurant and sit there while he paints, I will be a loner but what’s new. Anything for the money, I remind myself. I light a cigarette and get in the car, and when I get to the restaurant I think twice about going in but I open my car door anyways in protest to myself.

When I get to the table there are other painters there, they invite me in and make me feel like I belong even though I am the only one in this place dressed like a freak. I have always admired artists, they understand and feel everything in the world and even more, I could be an artist I silently think to myself. He’s painting in the corner away from everyone else I can tell he’s lost in the painting and he is probably lonely himself. Finally I understand why I am here for, to capture the loneliness everyone feels, it’s a reflection of myself and others. I am honored to be here to share this loneliness with these other people.

 

Pillow Talk

It's a long rainy night and I cannot sleep.
I toss, turn and still cannot sleep
I start to cry, and look out into the sky, and I don't know why I cannot sleep.
It makes me blue and black every time I look out the open curtain
When I wake up there is nothing more than a tired trampled pillow
It reminds me of how I feel

Artist profile

Everyday is exactly the same
Sitting here and pondering life's inevitable meanings
What is there to do
What will I become
I am so young, but so old in my soul
I speak my mind
yet I am stuck in the same exact spot
Always wondering
and waiting
an after thought.





What have I done
I say this with anger
My life has no more meaning
no souls to please
no one falling at my feet
what will the days do
when I fall in love with you
what if there is no you
only blue
always you

Lobby Writing

The picture I chose in the lobby reminded me of paintings I do, sort of impressionistic. I love the mess and chaos that goes into that kind of work, it's not perfect and I feel like impressionistic styles are the most unique of all. The picture also reminded me of flowers, something I also love. It's like they were just painting to get everything out of their soul and then they grabbed some white and started constructing their mind. I don't know why, but I just really connected with the artwork and I felt a deeper meaning with it.

Artist Profile: Mary Cassatt

Impressionist, Mary Cassatt was one off the most well known artists of her time. She was born May 22, 1844 and died June 14, 1926, she grew up in the city of Allegheny in Pennsylvania. Her parents were Robert Simpson Cassatt, a successfull stockbroker and land speculator. Her mother was named Katherine Kelso Johnston, Mary was also one of seven children.

Mary studied art at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine arts, ignoring her fathers protests she began to learn more about art. In her time woman werent allowed to attend certain colleges and so she studied for artists instead. She was a part of a group called the impressionists, where impressionistic artists came together becasue their type of work was looked down upon. Also the Civil war was going on around that time.

Mary basically worked with paints and prints, making her work known by showing it in galleries and seling some. Although not a lot of people appreciated her type of work. Her most famous pieces of work would have to be The Child's Bath, Little Girl in Blue Armchair, and The Cup of Tea.

Keeping it real.

 1. I think it's good to write about what you know because you know the most about that topic. Writing what you know can be interesting for others to read because you can make them feel passionate about what you are passionate about.

2. Three tips that I would give my parents would be to try hard in school, and go to college or find something you are truly passionate about so you can make a good living for your children and be happy with your life. I would also tell them that they can go wherever they want to go and do whatever their heart desires. I would tell them to dream big and guide them through life’s struggles.

3. If I were to write for a newspaper, I would probably write creepy/ spooky short stories. Or I would write a fashion column, because I know a lot about that and I am a person that is very interested in that.

8. What makes a guy a hottie is if they have a beard, but that can sometimes be optional. They also have to dress nice and not be a total lazy bum. It’s also really attractive to me if a guy can cook and if they have a good sense of humor and great taste in music. Oh and if you can't drive it's not going to work because I hate driving.

16. My perfect day would have to be waking up in a place I love, or dreamed of. Which in my case would be New York, LA, or Kansas City. I love KC because it is such a cute artsy place, I love going there and shopping. The art museums are fun to go to as well, and everyone is always dressed nice. I have only dreamed of LA and NY but I would love to go there. Anyways I would love to wake up get coffee and go shopping. Take lots of pictures and be with my friends or with someone close to me.

Favorite Movie Quotes

Pulp fiction:

 Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.

Butch: You think guys would find that attractive?

Fabienne: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

The Virgin Suicides:

Narrator: We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

and I can't think of anymore right now