The transcendent experience of seeing an original piece of art in a museum is substantially better than any reproduction could possibly be. Seeing the original artwork in a museum offers reflection, education, and admiration that a reproduction can not provide. The unique crafting of the original artwork piques interest for further works by the artist, and similar artists and movements, far more than any reproduction can match. This article was originally written for my classwork with CSU-Global, a portfolio project. I have adapted it from a strict APA style to a more web-friendly style.
Seeing the shuffling man across the street gave him pause. The man didn’t appear a threat, or even put any interest towards him. As the man shuffled, Jensen noticed the man slid his left foot slowly behind his right, barely lifting it out of the dust. He dragged a world of misfortune forward, the heaviness […]
It is not that the fish was particularly bright. It once tried to eat a single krill double its size, after all, thinking it was a somehow tiny squid. It’s not even a carnivore. But instinct told it to move to the left a half second before the barracuda blasted through the same spot. The […]
In the light of the morning he could see it. Hovering quietly just behind the barbs of the corner bushes, it held its place. The silence left an odd feeling in his stomach. This close to the road he should hear people driving by, mere yards behind the shape in the bushes. He should feel […]
Dread was the start of the Show. Intricately dark and spun with old horrors invigorated, the Chorus heralded the beginning of what once was and what would be again. The patrons shrank, the audience reeled, the Ushers left speechless and torn. Companies of extras flowed around a finite point in an infinite darkness. The player […]
Why, it’s the oil, they cry, explaining their war of sorrows. We need it for our wholeness, something all of us borrows. They started it anyway, we only wanted what’s ours. We wanted to Run! Run! Run! and for that we needed great cars. Who cares if someone was hurt they aren’t of our cares. […]
He picked himself off the ground for the second time in as many hours. He could never get used to being thrown down in the dirt, or punched in the gut, or locked in a chest, no matter how many times it happened. He stood up, his vantage point rising while his emotions fell further. […]
We dream of lofty things that we dare not try. We cry for others when we dare not feel it ourselves. We judge those who weep without care of those who are watching. We can not be among those who are willing to give so much while we simply chain ourselves to the dirty ground […]
He picked the book up out of the puddle, shaking the excess muck off the cover. He didn’t see who dropped it. Despite the wet alley and rude treatment, the outside of the book’s pages didn’t seem too damp. The book had a fake leather strap keeping it closed, and he slowly worked the knot […]
Why try to crawl, when all we want is for you to run? Why do you run, when you cannot escape? Why do you climb, when you must fall? Why do you try to lead, when you are forced to follow? We are those enjoying the chase. We are those that watch the followers. We […]
She fumbles first by protest, through forgiveness, and on to sacrifice. She bellows of history and life, of future and death, and still cannot see that she will never change the outcome. Defeat was assured the moment she answered with that one word, a whisper in the hurricane of darkness. “Yes,” she had said. “Yes, […]
She sat staring out of the car window, looking for answers. Birds fluttered around in the many trees. The light breeze pushed the weeds and flowers back and forth. Nature was alive and waiting to hear from her. But she knew she would not hear what she wanted. Come with us, the small birds called. […]
Run away from the light, little one, for there is no good there. Run into the darkness, small friend, and find a world of love. Run into the dancing sea, for there you will find the home you crave. Run away, run away, Runaway from home. Find us waiting in the dark waters, only for […]
