‘If music be the food of love, play on.’
This was to be the theme for my end of year art project. I decided to paint for my main piece simply because the feel of oil on canvas brings about a sort of serenity to the whole process and serenity is exactly what I need if I am to stay calm and finish this project.
I was never very fond of painting from photos, much preferring to feel the atmosphere I was within and transfer it onto canvas, and so I moved from the art room to the main school hall with everything I needed so I could paint the piano which stood elegantly by the stage, just off to the side. But I felt like there was something missing, something that did not quite fulfil the quote I was using. What would the food of love be? The first thing that came to mind was strawberries. Why exactly, I can’t say. Perhaps it was the colour. Yes, the textured red of the strawberries stood out against the smooth black of the piano. There seemed to be a contrasting harmony which could not be explained in any other way.
I painted at the same pace as the tune that began to play in my mind. Every stroke of the brush represented another note. Hours of seemingly endless music carried me away from the real world, so it was just me painting with no other distractions. This is the only thing that made me finish quicker than I anticipated. I had five hours that day, another five the next, and two the following, in which to complete this. Within the first day, my painting was complete, yet there still seemed to be something missing.
I moved everything back to the art room ready for the next day. I knew I could add something to this painting and I needed another day to think about it.
As soon as I woke up the next morning, I realised I wanted whoever saw my painting to feel like they were playing the piano, and hear the music echoing in their ears. So I painted notes onto the painting, as if they were coming out of the piano, but tastefully so. I made the piano the main focus, blurring out the background. I made it seem like the strawberries were almost the main influence to the graceful notes which the piano emanated.
It was so surreal that it became real. It was inexpressible through words but the feelings were clearly conveyed on canvas. I knew then that the meaning of the quote had been fulfilled in my mind.
If music be the food of love, play on.
This was to be the theme for my end of year art project. I decided to paint for my main piece simply because the feel of oil on canvas brings about a sort of serenity to the whole process and serenity is exactly what I need if I am to stay calm and finish this project.
I was never very fond of painting from photos, much preferring to feel the atmosphere I was within and transfer it onto canvas, and so I moved from the art room to the main school hall with everything I needed so I could paint the piano which stood elegantly by the stage, just off to the side. But I felt like there was something missing, something that did not quite fulfil the quote I was using. What would the food of love be? The first thing that came to mind was strawberries. Why exactly, I can’t say. Perhaps it was the colour. Yes, the textured red of the strawberries stood out against the smooth black of the piano. There seemed to be a contrasting harmony which could not be explained in any other way.
I painted at the same pace as the tune that began to play in my mind. Every stroke of the brush represented another note. Hours of seemingly endless music carried me away from the real world, so it was just me painting with no other distractions. This is the only thing that made me finish quicker than I anticipated. I had five hours that day, another five the next, and two the following, in which to complete this. Within the first day, my painting was complete, yet there still seemed to be something missing.
I moved everything back to the art room ready for the next day. I knew I could add something to this painting and I needed another day to think about it.
As soon as I woke up the next morning, I realised I wanted whoever saw my painting to feel like they were playing the piano, and hear the music echoing in their ears. So I painted notes onto the painting, as if they were coming out of the piano, but tastefully so. I made the piano the main focus, blurring out the background. I made it seem like the strawberries were almost the main influence to the graceful notes which the piano emanated.
It was so surreal that it became real. It was inexpressible through words but the feelings were clearly conveyed on canvas. I knew then that the meaning of the quote had been fulfilled in my mind.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Okay, so I'm writing a fac-fic where House and Wilson haven't seen each other in almost three-five years. House has been away dealing with his addiction and mental break-down, and when he is finally released from the hospital he goes to see Wilson and tries to get his life back to normal. However, Wilson has basically moved on and House has trouble adjusting. I need help with coming up with names and such...
Below are the catigories I need help naming in and then the names that I have narrowed down to.
Wilson's 4th Wife
Bethany Joy-
Devon- I
Alyssa- III
Jenifer- II
Allison-
Cuddy's Boyfriend
Darike- I
Jeff- I
Eric-
Dan-
Josh- IIII
Wilson's Daughter
Sarah- III
Jennifer- I
Joy-
Nicola-I
Destiny- I
House's Girlfriend
Leah- I
Hannah-
Alicia-
Rachel- I
Niki- III
Below are the catigories I need help naming in and then the names that I have narrowed down to.
Wilson's 4th Wife
Bethany Joy-
Devon- I
Alyssa- III
Jenifer- II
Allison-
Cuddy's Boyfriend
Darike- I
Jeff- I
Eric-
Dan-
Josh- IIII
Wilson's Daughter
Sarah- III
Jennifer- I
Joy-
Nicola-I
Destiny- I
House's Girlfriend
Leah- I
Hannah-
Alicia-
Rachel- I
Niki- III