Friday, April 30, 2010

Youxing Lit Project
















This picture shows a hand of a mother always
meddling into our affair but for our own good, always
lend a hand to us when we need help . Lastly, the yellow
colour refers to light which symbolises hope and the heart
symbolises love.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Symbolism in Art



What is symbolism?

Symbolism was a late nineteenth-century art movement of French and Belgian origin in poetry and other arts. In literature, the movement had its roots in Les Fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil, 1857) by Charles Baudelaire. The works of Edgar Allan Poe, which Baudelaire greatly admired and translated into French, were a significant influence and the source of many stock tropes and images. The aesthetic was developed by Stephane Mallarme and Paul Verlaine during the 1860s and '70s. In the 1880s, the aesthetic was articulated through a series of manifestoes and attracted a generation of writers. The label "symbolist" itself comes from the critic Jean Moreas, who coined it in order to distinguish the symbolists from the related decadent movement in literature and art.
Distinct from, but related to, the movement in literature, symbolism in art represents an outgrowth of the darker, gothic side of Romanticism; but where Romanticism was impetuous and rebellious, symbolist art was static and hieratic.
By: Goh Hui Lu









Saturday, April 17, 2010

a mother love

i find that having a mother that care and love us is better than striking lottery
the love she give us is like a gift from the god
her love would protect us from danger like a chick under a mother hen wings
her love she give is similar to a medicine
although something it bitter but can certainly cure most illness
no amount of money can buy mother love
with gratitude and to return our love back for her
by doing everything we could for her
in just one way or another
to express our love for her
many people can infer
that all mother are noble and caring
like all the superhero in the movie
protecting the people from the villian

by you xing(22)2e3

Drawing


This picture symbolises the beauty of a mother. Mother is as beautiful as a butterfly, the colours on the butterfly tell us about a mother. The yellow part tells us how bright and cheerful is our mother while the red and pink parts tell us how loving and caring is our mother. Most of the time, they take care of us. But, they will get tired. So, we must learn to care for our mother and love her.
By: Fang Liyan (3) 2E3

Friday, April 16, 2010

Poem

Precious Little Thought...

You, feed me,
You, care for me.
You, comfort me when I'm crying,
You, laugh with me when I'm laughing.
You, take care of my health,
You, take care of me when I'm not well.
You, are my beautiful mother,

And, I love you forever.



Done by: Fang Liyan (3) 2E3

Firstly, the main picture. It depicts a long coil of barbed wire with a few stalks of roses wrapped or binded around it. This symbolises the harsh discipline and beauty that all mothers possess.


Following up, the heart below. Similar to the first, it has a length of barbed wire coiled around it. It also has a blade piercing through its middle. This symbolises the pain and suffering that mothers feel, but still they give all of their devoting love.


The goblet on the top left corner of the picture represents the blessings that i have supped from my mother's care.


The shield on the top right corner of the picture symbolises the will of mothers to protect their children and loved ones.


The flame on the bottom right of the picture represents the strong determination and perseverence that mothers have.


Lastly, the music note located at the bottom left of the picture symbolises the talents that my mother has invocated to me.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Mom, ther would be no me, if not for you.
Your affection, your sacrifices, your guidance,
have made me who I am.
You showed me the path,
to succeed, to endure, to persevere.
Without you, there would be an emptiness
I could never fill, no matter how I try.
Because of you,
I have joy, serenity, bliss, and peace
Thank you, mom.
I have always loved you,
as i have always.
Poem by Darren Woo (21) 2E3