A Moonlit ViewBy Nickolas Pitts 10-2-16 Mrs. Mullet
My Artistic Views on William BlakeTo be completely honest, I’m both impressed and taken aback. His skill in drawing, painting, whatever medium is raw and visceral, feeling like the image is exposed and touchable. That being said I’m unaccustomed to religious artwork, especially such dark and dramatic works such as these. Perhaps it was the material he drew his inspiration from, but they all seem to have a deep rooted darkness to them, as though from the pits of hell themselves.
The Artwork Of Eugène DelacroixHis artwork is vibrant, colorful and seems to move in it’s portrayed action because of that. I also noticed that, sort of peculiarly, he seems to go from very gentle, normal sweet moments like the women in their apartments, the Jewish bride, and so on to the violent, almost rabidly intense battles, and fights, and people dying or about to die, these very intense scenes. It seems odd he would alternate between such extremes, but I think It shows versatility and I quite like his art for that.
Artistic Views On Claude MonetMonet's work reminds me of a clear, unfiltered view of life and all that encompasses, clean, and sweet and firm in it’s reality. Sort of paradoxically it reminds me of when I venture into the world without my glasses, blurry, unclear but somehow closer, truer than with a sheet of glass separating my view from it’s unadulterated form, which I feel represents idealism. I truly enjoyed every single one of the paintings I saw of his. Even the haystacks, imaginative as that inspiration was, which I thought would be boring, were fascinating in the way he saw them, and recreated that unique view. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone paint things with the same focal point of way of recreation like monet. It’s like peering into someone else's’ mind when you see their artwork, and this was a good journey indeed!
Moonlight SonataA dark night moonlight streaming through dark clouds, in a forest meadow weeping, looking to the moon in a moment of brightness why? Standing to start dancing in the moonlight, ballet, snowing lightly, singing a siren's wordless lullaby, intensifying before falling, falling to the ground eventually, clutching the grass, deep sadness with hope, fear and intensity, someone watching from the trees, angry. Stepping forward, see they’re crying too. Embrace, pull from ground, singing softly together. Offers hand, start to waltz slowly, tentatively, moonlight dancing around them. They fall together. Gaze at the sky with pain, moons clouding over for good.Part 1 only
Clair De Lune By The Light of the MoonA boat along on a river, crescent moon, young women humming as she floats along Paris. Stars sparkle gently, silence, there’s a shooting star, she’s excited, singing out her wish with vigor and explosive enthusiasm tinged with desperation, she needs something so badly she’d waste a wish, she falls back into the boat, humming again, paddling now, gazing at the houses around her, the stillness, the quiet, the place no