This was my chair....my turquoise chair. I saw it, I loved it, it was mine. I went to get my chair today. It was gone. And I am sad. To my chair.....
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
My Turquoise Chair
This was my chair....my turquoise chair. I saw it, I loved it, it was mine. I went to get my chair today. It was gone. And I am sad. Introduction to Painting
Project one: Still Life (From Life)
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Project Two: Still Life (Photograph)
Project requirements- still life using fruits and vegetables that represnt a marriage.
not graded yetSunday, October 4, 2009
Grace and Providence
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more;
Thy Providence supplies my food,
And tis' thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourished by thy word,
Let soul and body praise the LORD.
My streams of outward comfort came
From him, who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul for ever lives.
Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan's malice sheilds my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.
Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.
- William Cowper
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more;
Thy Providence supplies my food,
And tis' thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourished by thy word,
Let soul and body praise the LORD.
My streams of outward comfort came
From him, who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul for ever lives.
Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan's malice sheilds my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.
Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means thy praise, however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.
- William Cowper