Choose ONE ARTIST ` a favorite and cleverly answer the questions using only song names from that artist.
My Life According to... The Beatles.
Are you a male or female?
Girl ` Woman ` She's a Woman
Describe yourself:
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
How do you feel:
Love of the Loved ♡
Describe where you currently live:
Across the Universe
If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Hey Jude! {My Favorite Bar on Boracay Island in the Philippines}
Your favorite form of transportation:
Yellow Submarine
Your best friend is:
Anna {From The Please Please Me Album}
You and your best friends are:
Three Cool Cats ` Wild Honey Pie
Your favorite color is:
Blackbird
What's the weather like:
September in the Rain ` Here Comes the Sun
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
A Day in the Life
What is life to you:
Rock and Roll Music
Your current relationship:
Hold Me Tight ` I'm In Love {1963 ` no release/demo only}
Breaking up:
Cry Baby Cry ` All Things Must Pass
Looking for:
Real Love ♡
Wouldn’t mind:
Flying ` Free as a Bird
Your fear:
A World Without Love ` Misery
What is the best advice you have to give:
Let It Be
If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Penny Lane ♡
How I would like to die:
Like Dreamers Do
Motto:
All We Need is Love ♡
Picasso once said, “All children are born artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”
Csikszentmihalyi (1990,1996) has concluded that the major distinguishing characteristic of creative people is the capacity to experience “flow,” that experience of timelessness and oneness with the activity in which one is engaged.
In a flow state, people have a sense that their abilities are only just equal to the challenge that the project provides; therefore, they are caught up in the process of creating in order to enhance the flow state.
Source:
Measuring Creativity in Research and Practice
Barbara Kerr and Camea Gagliardi
Arizona State University
"when you know my love, you will feel me"
Destiny is building the bridge
towards that which you love.
But for destiny to happen,
you have to actually show up.
We Had Him
by
Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind. Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon. In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure. Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone. Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him. He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance. Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that. He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his. We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes. His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us. And we laughed and stomped our feet for him. We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given. Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square. In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England we are missing Michael. But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
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REMEMBERING MICHAEL JACKSON
7 JUNE 2009
ACRYLIC ON PAPER
11X18
STILL LIFE PAINTING CLASS
GRADE : 97
What's your Life's Mission?
The Artist
You are unique and inspired.
You aren't happy unless you are making art of some sort.
Almost anything can be a catalyst for your creativity.
You find the whole world stimulating.
You have beautiful visions, and you're good at expressing them.
You like people to see what you see.
You also have an inventor's spirit.
You're always thinking up new ideas and concepts.
Things aren't so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endured beside our own small, transitory life.
Rainer Maria Rilke
