Friday, May 23, 2008

I Desire- Natalie Grant

Here in this world that you've designed
From the rolling plains to the oceans
Deep and wide
Where are the words that can say what's In my heart
All that I am is amazed by who you are
[Chorus:]
The one thing I desire
Is just to know you more
To live a life that moves and breathes
And loves to bring you joy
So fill me with a fire
That burns away my doubts and all my fears
Into a place where you are all I hear
It's the one thing I desire
To do what you require
Is the one thing I desire
To love when I'd rather turn away
To give when I'm more resigned to take
To reach out a hand to someone who Feels alone
The way you reached for me
When there seemed to be no hope
[Repeat Chorus]
I'll live my life serving Christ
Offering a sacrifice of praise
[Repeat Chorus]

I wish you were here- Incubus

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here

The world's a roller coaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
But my hands are busy in the air saying:

I wish you were here
I wish you were
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here...

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Narrative 3


I hate how my brother Jakie has to take my mommy’s attention away from me all the time. She pays to much attention to him when all her attention should be on me. I’m the better child. Jakie’s a mean, bully and he doesn’t deserve my mommy’s love. My mommy should just love me and forget about Jakie. I’m sick of sharing her love because it’s not fair to me. It makes me really sad and I don’t like that feeling. Even though I’m in my beautiful, white princess dress that mommy picked out for me she still won’t pay attention to me. She keeps saying how handsome Jakie looks, but doesn’t even look at me. She always says Jakie needs more attention than you because he’s special. Well maybe I want to be called special. Nobody ever thinks about what I want or need. I feel like throwing a temper tantrum, but mommy gets mad at me when I throw temper tantrums. If I throw one she might get mad and not talk to me. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks because I just want my mommy to love me. I see mommy kissing and hugging Jakie and I hope that she does the same to me, but she never does. She seems to love Jakie more, but I don’t know why because he’s always mean to me. She never yells at him for anything, but she’s always yelling at me. He’s such a little suck up and I’m sick of my mommy falling for it. Even if I’m a good girl she ignores me, but if Jakie’s a bad boy she just pretends like she can’t see him. No matter what I do mommy’s always going to view Jakie as special and love him more. I just wish for once she could show me that she loves me so I’m not so sad anymore. I just wish Jakie would go away forever.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Narrative 2


Everyday I stand here watching their passionate, loving relationship develop and everyday I wish for something terrible to happen to Elizabeth. This desire is turning me into a horrible, miserable person. I can’t help but long for Johns love and I can’t bear seeing them together anymore. These emotions are taking over my good judgment and all I can think about is getting rid of Elizabeth, so I can finally have John to myself. I’m sick of feeling worthless and I just want him to notice me. I go to bed at night dreaming of him holding me in his arms with his warm tender touch and sometimes I even dream about how I want Elizabeth to die a miserable long death. I wish the way he looked at her was the way he looked at me and I wish her happiness was my happiness. She has beautiful, luxurious, elegant clothing and I have to wear raggedy, old second hand clothing. I’m just the slave who cleans and serves food to him and he will never see me as anything more. At the end of everyday I wish that one day I will take her place and experience the passionate love I have always longed for. One day soon I will no longer have to wish and their will be no more Elizabeth. I will have committed the ultimate sin but I will gain what I have always wanted.



The Italian artist Pino Dangelico painted the painting “Desire”. Pino used the figures of the attractive female involved in his adolescent years in his paintings which are what make them so appealing to Europeans and Americans today. Pino’s unique style in illustration not only dominated the market but influenced other artists’ work. Pino chose to leave illustration behind and began dominating in fine art with his new figural concepts and amazing brush work which are displayed in his painting “Desire”.
The focal point in the image is the woman. The woman is highlighted because of the lighting in the painting which creates emphasis on the woman. There is value in the background and in the woman. The way the lighting hits the woman creates value on her back. The shape of the woman is very distinguished because she is showing now movement and the background is simple. The background contains a lot of different shades and the color is very dreary and depressing which lead you to believe the woman in the painting is unhappy. The woman is beautiful and her essence of innocence is visually appealing. The texture of the painting is very rough because of the very noticeable brush strokes which make the gradation look unfinished.
The image shows that the woman desires to be loved. She is struggling with her misery and longing for a relationship. She is very lonely and waiting for a companion to save her from her loneliness. Her desire for love is preventing her from experiencing the life she would like to live, which is a life of companionship and affection.