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The The Spoliarium (often misspelled Solarium) is a painting by Filipino painter Juan Luna. Luna, working on canvas, spent eight months completing the painting which depicts dying gladiators. The painting was submitted by Luna to the Exposición Nacional de Bellas Artes in 1884 in Madrid, where it garnered the first gold medal (out of three).[1] The picture recreates a despoiling scene in a Roman circus where dead gladiators are stripped of weapons and garments. Together with other works of the Spanish Academy, the Spoliarium was on exhibit in Rome in April 1884.,
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I believe my greates skill is drawing. Throughout my life, I have gone from a young child who scribbles with crayons to an artist interesting in the sketches of M.C. Esher and other artists. I think it hit me, that I loved drawing, when my lower school art teacher, (insert name), taught me about Henri Matisse. She had read us one of his books and I was enamored with the illustrations! I just couldnt get over it. I later came over to her and asked if I could borrow the book. She told me I had to take special care of it and return it the next day. Oh! How I was excited! I spent the rest of the day turning the pages and looking at the drawings, watching them come alive in my mind. My mother found me with the book later that night and promptly signed me up for a drawing class. Yes, that was the day a started my drawing career. I wish I remembered the book title! (Teachers name) really changed the way I viewed art and gave me the inpiration to improve my drawing.
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The only thing i could think about when i was laying on the ground with my eyse closed was "will i be able to come out?' it started with imaginging i was laying on the beach with the sun on my face and skin but took a sudden turn when my mind couldnt shut off about my sad place, my sad place brought me to when i imagined i was in a basement in the cold and damp and the only poeple that visited me was the peopel who came to laugh at me as my misery gave them misery, on the count of three i suddenly came out of my sad place but was in tears. when going around the room my teacher asked if i got to my happy place and the only words i could get out through my throbbing throat was ' i couldnt come out"
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Both accepted fate to be ultimate in determining one's life course
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In the Myth of Sisyphus, Sisyphus was eternally condemned by the gods to push a rock up a hill, only to have it fall down on him again. Meursault however, is a person who is accused of murder, sent to jail for over a year, and is then executed. What both these characters have come to realize is that they are forced to live in these situations created by fate, therefore they might as well enjoy or at least get used to them.
Meursault is forced to live in a cell without any pleasures, such as his cigarettes or the love of a woman. When this happens, Meursault recalls what his mother told him.
She said that one could get used to just about anything. When Meursault realizes and understands that this is just part of his punishment, he becomes indifferent, as he always does, and accepts his situation. Though Meursault had mentally accepted his situation, his body still suffers withdraw symptoms and sexual urges. Eventually however, his body got used to it as well. He passively defies punishment by accepting his situation and enjoying himself in jail. That is when Meursault's punishment isn't a punishment anymore. When Meursault is condemned to death, he does not act surprised, although he wishes he did not have to die. After a while he accepts that too. It did not matter to him that he is going to die, since he reasoned that he would have to face the same dilemma in a few years anyway.
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The main idea in this entry from Dorothy Wordsworth's journal is:
B. the weather during the writer's journey to Holford.
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After reading this passage, we can see how the focus is on the weather. Even if it is described in almost poetic way, and even if the moon is mentioned a couple of times, the author's point is to give an account of what the weather was like during the journey to Holford. We are told about the clouds, gusts of wind, the sound of the storm, what things looked like before and after it hit... Notice, however, that the writer does not express any dislike for the stormy weather. It is just a simple account of it, but written in a beautiful manner.
