A Passion Instilled in Me

So another different post than what I said I would put but I find this particular subject more than interesting. Some would say that it's snore worthy but I disagree.

Many people don't realise that art isn't just the thoughts in a persons head. They're not just influenced but the artists basic environment, but the whole society they live in. Okay, so I only know the amount of what they teach in high school, or what I can find while doing research tasks, but this topic thoroughly excites me.

Who could say they knew why Leonardo Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa with a dramatic style of sfumato? Many can speculate, but who would know? This is why I find art history so interesting. There's some sort of wonder, mystery, about the great works from all those great masters. So there may be some art which I personally have never understood, such as Jackson Pollocks 'Cathedral'. The study of it is what I find interesting, often it isn't even the works themselves I find fascinating. It's more the reasons why a person would make such a work and call it art.


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(Mona Lisa - da Vinci)                                                                 (Cathedral - Pollock)

What drove these artists to create two very different works? First, they were influenced by different time periods. Da Vinci was around during the Italian Renaissance, working mostly in Florence and Rome, whereas Pollock worked during the period of American abstract expressionism, working mostly in Long Island. Both time periods had very different ideas ingrained in their societies.

Humanism and Neo-Platonism were what influenced the culture of Da Vinci's time. Existentialism was the main influence for Pollock. When first reading any of this, if you haven't heard the terms before, it may just seem like gibberish, but really most of the ideas are simple. Most of these ideas which influence art are simply a way in which people aim to understand the world.

The difference in style and technique also differs because of where an artist works. Italy was already a highly developed, old society by the time Da Vinci came around. However, America was still fairly young by the time of Pollock. It's this difference which can be extremely important. Italy already knew its place in the world, where America was still trying to find it. This means that Americans were trying to make a name for themselves, attempting to be identified as separate to the societies in Europe. One way in which to separate themselves was to develop a differing style of art, hence the contrast of technique.

There's always hundreds of influences on art, each one being unique to the time and artist. It would take years to identify and analyse each individual context. For this reason, most historians seem to stick to the major influences, the more obvious ones. Personally, I've found that when you know even a little about an influence on a piece of work, it's far more interesting. Rather than just being a pretty image on the wall, it's a mix of different aspects of psychology.

It becomes even more exciting when you get to see one of the works that you've been studying. I had this privilegde when I went to see an art exibition in Te Papa, one of the museums in Wellington. The European Masters exibition came to New Zealand and it was put on my must do list. Not only did it make me able to say that I've seen a real life Picasso (which it did), I also got to see works which I'd studied earlier that year in school. I was more than extatic when I realised I'd see works I knew.

I became my sisters walking encyclopedia, spouting out facts about the works and movements we were seeing. When offered an audio encyclopedia for hire, she put her arm around my shoulders saying, 'I've got mine right here'. It made the experiance not only exciting because of my interest in the works, but another way for my sister and I to develop our relationship.

For the rest of that day I was bubbly, on a slight high from wonder. Seeing the works over a power point did them no justice. I was unable to see the depth of the style, the line in which the artist formed his figures. The works weren't only a picture, they were a whole other world that I could get lost in for hours that I unfortunatly did not have. Degas' obsession over dancers could draw one in. His passion for the subject was tangible on the canvas. Almost as if he'd spent his whole life in that one moment.

I would tell anyone going to see art to do their research. It makes the experiance more... full. I could talk for hours about art, whatever the sort. Maybe, hopefully, I'll be able to instill a passion in at least on person, or maybe even an interest to know that little bit more.

Introduction

I'm a high school student due to start University at the beginning of next year. I'll be studying a bachelor of midwifery, which is a three year full time course.
I also aspire to become a recognised author and be able to share my work with the world.
Over time I will post parts of my books for people to sample and I encourage feedback on them. Peoples comments will help me to develop my writing style and hopefully appeal to a wider ranger of readers.

I grew up on a large property and in a large family. Six years ago my family and I moved to the city and all our lives changed. Our family grew when my mum remarried and we all had to adapt to a situation which could often be trying. I have eleven siblings (from both sides of my family) and this has forced a good understanding of how people interact. I believe strongly in the equality that should exist in society and have done some work in my school community to help promote this.

Writing and music are two of the most important things in my life as to date and I often find myself surrounded by people with similar ideas and interests to me. I will also post names of songs that I think people should hear, with the hope that they will enjoy them as well. I'm more than aware that my tastes will not match everyones out there so I will do my best to get a wide range of genres and artists to share.

Part of a Dream

Alright, time for some more of my writing. I do ask, please, that people leave comments on this work. This is an original of my own and the concept came out of a dream which I had about a year ago. After much prompting from my sister I started writing it, finding the process a lot more enjoyable than I had first expected it to be. Originally my sister and I were in the places of the main characters, only one of which of shown in the following extract.

(self-made cover for this story)

We rounded a corner and he slammed on the brakes. There was a car in the middle of the road.
“Stay in the car.” He said and reached across me into the glove box. He pulled out a gun and tucked it into the back of his pants. I undid my seat belt but did as he asked. He got out of the car and about thirty people walked around from the far side of the other car.
“Shit.” I said and a helicopter flew overhead. Barney looked up at it and shook his head. It disappeared into the clouds. Suddenly there was a huge crash from the door behind me and the car shook. I whirled around to see a man trying to open the door. I panicked. All I had was a pocketknife.
I scrambled out of the drivers side and ran in the opposite direction of all the people. I realised moments too late that I would have been safer in the car than out here. It only took me half a second too long to realise that most of these people were vampires. If help didn’t come Barney and I were history.
The man who'd tried to get into the car appeared in front of me when I was about two hundred meters from the car. He grabbed my shirt and lifted me up.
“Not even your friends from the Vatican can help you now.” He said. I screamed and my crucifix spilled out of my shirt. It flared to life. There was myth about crosses glowing around vampires but this was the first that I had seen it. He dropped me and scrambled back.
Somewhere to the left I heard a helicopter land. I got up and kept running, pulling out my pocketknife from my pocket. I flipped it open, ready to use it if I had to. Another man that I didn’t know stopped in front of me.  He grabbed me around the waist then threw me to the ground too fast for me to react.
He kicked the knife out of my hand then pinned me.
“You pissed them off, so now they’re giving you to me. All young and fresh” He said and Castiel threw him away from me. I got up. The man looked over at Castiel and got into a defensive crouch.
“Get to the helicopter.” Castiel ordered and I nodded. I could just see the outline of it in one of the paddocks only about fifty meters away.
I ran and clambered over the fence that stood between safety and me. Lee came sprinting into view. He saw me and relaxed a bit.
“Come on!” He screamed and helped me climb into the back of the helicopter. He strapped me in and scrambled into the front. Slowly we lifted off and flew towards the action. He turned a floodlight on and everyone froze except those who were expecting it.
Everyone who was on our side managed to break away from the fight and Lee flew the Helicopter low enough for them all to jump in. We took off before anyone was even buckled in. Zebra put a set of headphones over my ears that had a little microphone thing on them that sat by my mouth. Castiel walked into the front and talked to Lee for a moment.
Zebra strapped himself in across from me and Barney sat on my left. Everyone put the little headset like things on and Castiel sat down to my right.
“Why did you get out of the car?” He asked but I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or happy.
“They were trying to get in. I panicked.” I said and he nodded.
“What I don’t get is why they’re after her.” Lee said over the headset.
“She’s too good at identifying what they are, and too innocent for her own good.” Castiel said and he sounded annoyed now.
“Hello! I can hear you.” I said and Castiel looked at me a bit disapprovingly. I refused to cower under his gaze. This wasn’t my fault.
“Why don’t you try cutting her a little slack boss? She’s handling this better than any of us would have before our training.” Barney said and I smiled a bit over at him. He nodded his head in recognition.
“The sooner she’s trained the better; she’s a danger to us all until then.” Zebra said quietly and I looked at him. He looked back at me a bit hostile. I looked down at the floor. I didn’t understand why he was looking at me like that.
“What did that thing say to you before I came alone?” Castiel asked and I looked at him. His face was blank, void of any emotion.
“That I pissed them off so they gave me to him.” I said and he watched me carefully.
“Is that all?” He asked, his voice and expression were back to being blank. I thought about it for a moment. It was all that was relevant, right?
“Pretty much” I said and swallowed. Castiel shook his head. I looked back at the floor.
“Why did they send so many?” Lee asked quietly.
“Cause they didn’t want her slipping through their hands again.” Zebra said coarsely.


Please comment on this, no matter what your veiws on this work is.

Renegade Fighter

Zed. This New Zealand band has partly shaped what my musical tastes would form as. Their song 'Renegade Fighter' is well known within the environment that I live. Personally I find it empowering. Although the lyrics aren't exactly encouraging strength I still find that it has that effect.




Recorded in 2000, this song has been a part of my life for more than a decade. Personally I love this song and Zed's overall sound. This song has almost made it to the standard of being iconic for New Zealand music. It's most recent appearance in New Zealand pop culture is the latest ad for Rebel Sport. Unfortunately I've been unable to find this ad on uTube so am unable to place it within this post.
For this ad the song has been cut but the way it was done helps to reinforce the feeling of power it instills within me. If anyone is ever looking for a song which is easy to listen to and has a nice sound, I would recommend Renegade Fighter to them.

Breaking Benjamin

This is a band which I've listened to for years but only recently realised just how much of their work I knew. Personally, my favourite Breaking Benjamin album is 'Saturate' although my favourite song by this band, 'The Diary of Jane' is on the album 'Phobia'.





Recently I've been listening to their music more and more. The more I listen to it, the more i enjoy their sound. With the voice of Benjamin Burney fronting the band it has a very unique tone. I love this man's voice and find it extremely distinct.
With their unique sound they stand out although their style may not fit in with everyone's taste. This band is of an alternative rock style. with some of their songs being heavier than others it does suit the tastes of most people who enjoy rock.