Art Prints by Eugenia Loli
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Art Prints by Eugenia Loli
@eugenialoli
When you have fought so hard to get back on your feet, don’t ever go back to the people who knocked you down.
Steve Aitchison (via fy-perspectives)
26/01/18 - Some notes I’ve made over the past few weeks for my French A level📝 - I also uploaded another study with me a few days ago, it would mean a lot if you could go check it out 💘 https://youtu.be/e9K5N-zLp1w
16/01/18 - These are some of the notes and mindmaps I made for my Civil Rights Mock I had last week📝 - You can see me make these in my study with me I uploaded, it would mean a lot it you could go check it out 💘 https://youtu.be/R_JhRaysNuE
Don’t lose yourself just because you found somebody.
Unknown (via thelovejournals)
The Studio, William Orpen
1910
Whenever you want to achieve something, keep your eyes open, concentrate and make sure you know exactly what it is you want. No one can hit their target with their eyes closed.
Paulo Coelho (via beinchargeofyourlife)
Art Prints By Hanna Kastl-Lungberg
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Gladiolas
Pierre Auguste Renoir - 1892
by Rebecca Rebouche
Water Lilies by Claude Monet
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@kreinbring65 I am currently listening to my AP LIT AF Playlist and the memories from the lit project are flooding in
Hollaaaa
So I have created a playlist to motivate me to work on this project
And I have never been so proud of myself. In the past week and a half, I have read (and enjoyed) the criticisms, wrote the abstracts (my favorite part tbh), and annotated the three sections.
I really liked annotating because I got to go back to the book and reread my favorite parts. I liked seeing how these parts worked together to make the story a whole!
Now, I am onto the Intro for the Annotations... The end is near...
Okay so I’ve been to the OU Library T H R E E times. I must say that the first time I went was super successful since that was when I got all of my Lit Crit. The librarian that time was super helpful. She suggested to use the library portal and search “book name” “literary criticism.” Plus, a former tribe member was there to help me! I found criticisms (like 5 of them) for The Bluest Eye in the form of scholarly articles.
The second time I went ( @carolbrancheau @alexaaalonso @hannah-bell-rae) I tried looking for criticisms in the form of books. I could not find any! I read the call number and saw that they had the books, went to the section, and the books I needed were not there! I was super bummed!
The third time I went, I took this picture with a book about plant biology to prove that I was at the lib (pc @alexaaalonso)
there’s no UNmarked woMAN
When I thought about my stance on Tannen’s “There is No Unmarked Woman” the part that resonated with me the most is that we only look/judge what women wear, and it’s the girls who are doing it to each other. Before I get into it, I think most of us women could say that we don’t mark other women intentionally, it just happens.
With prom season approaching, every girl wants to make sure that no girl has the same dress as her. Fortunately, there’s thousands of prom dress styles available, so the chances of a girl wearing the same dress are pretty slim. However, when I think about last years prom, I remember sitting at my table looking at every girl’s dress to see the individuality of each dress, the uniqueness, and the way that she decided to style it. Did I look at their dates? HELL no. All the guys looked the same to me. Given, some matched better than others, but it was the same old tuxedo/suit that every other guy in the room had rented/bought. The first thing that I got home was tell my mom about all the other girls dresses. It wasn’t until the next morning that I told her how my night was. For the next several weeks, all that flooded my social medias were prom pictures, and those were all that I cared about looking at, even though I had seen them weeks before.
At this years prom, it’ll probably be tempting to not walk up to Edu Usoro and tell her that she looks beautiful (as always) in her dress, but I don’t want to mark her, even though she’s already marked. Maybe this year, I’ll tell her that she looks strong and powerful instead.
BRI!! ILOVE YOU
Reading the Work | 5
There’s this passage
“Cholly [Pecola’s father] was free. Dangerously free. Free to feel whatever he felt -- fear, guilt, shame, love, grief pity. Free to be tender or violent, to whistle or weep. Free to sleep in doorways or between the white sheets of a singing woman. Free to take a job, free to leave it.” (Morrison 159)
This reminds me of a topic from Debate club “Is America Really Free?” We say that we are the “land of the free,” yet there are so many restrictions upon us. This passage shows what it is like to live WITHOUT the restrictions. It’s kind of scary to think about... a place without rules and people doing whatever they want without penalty. I understand why Morrison used “dangerously” here. Now that I am looking back, I think I will annotate this secion.
Reading the Work | 4
“It had occurred to Pecola some time ago that if her eyes...were different, that is to say, beautiful, she herself would be different." (1.3.18)
I was listening to music this afternoon and realized that I found a song that Pecola needs to hear: Complexion by Kendrick Lamar. The song discusses the importance of respecting people of different shades, appreciating how you look as well, and I feel like it would be a good song for her to listen to.
It honestly breaks my heart that Pecola only dreams of changing herself in ways that aren’t really possible. Towards the end of the story, Pecola creates an imaginary friend to complement her on her “blue eyes.” While reading this section I was quite confused bc the whole time, I thought that the narrator was complementing Pecola. It is so weird to me that Pecola had to dream up someone to just talk about her eyes, but it is also understandable. Pecola has been victimized for her whole life - she was raped by her father, a boy throws a cat at her, boys taunt her for her background... This is the only thing she has control over, which allows her to be who she truly wants to be :/