Showing posts with label mona lisa smile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mona lisa smile. Show all posts

Monday, August 20, 2012

teacher movies

It's Inspiration Monday
When the ladies of Two Birds Boutique chose an outfit to inspire a personal look. 

Here's my version.
My floral blouse and grey tank were thrifted.

Today's outfit inspiration is:
Elizabeth Olsen
To see what others wore, look here.

My plum suede boots are thrifted.
Yes, our grass is nearly dead.
That's called living in deathly hot Texas.

This is my nephew, Speed Racer
with his new baby.

He just got it last Wednesday.
His parents bought it because he's an only child,
and they wanted him to learn to be gentle with little ones smaller than he. So far, he sleeps with it, and takes it with him in the car.  :)


My twin nieces, and my nephew Baby JJ

My art journal pages from 7-9-12


It says: Sometimes it was tough to decipher between her dreams and reality. What were illusions? When was she awake?


It says: Sometimes she tried to piece it all together.
All those images, all those colors, all those words.


I recently saw the movie Teachers, from 1984,
 and I really liked it. I'd never head of  it before.



TEACHERS: Movie Trailer. Watch more top selected videos about: Ralph Macchio, Richard Mulligan


I have a thing for teacher movies. I usually love them, & they nearly always make me cry. I've been like this since I was a little girl.
When I first saw To Sir, With Love.

To see my past blog posts, that mention teacher movies, click on the links below: Connections with Dangerous MindsJack Black and School of Rock, and My love for Mona Lisa Smile.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

mona lisa



"...What is art? What makes it good or bad and who decides?..."

"...Stop talking and look. You're not required to write a paper. You're not even required to like it. You are required to consider it..."

"...Look at this, mother. She's smiling. Is she happy?... " "The important thing is not to tell anyone..." "She looks happy, so what does it matter?..."

"...He painted what he felt, not what he saw. People didn't understand, to them it seemed childlike and crude. It took years for them to recognize his actual technique. To see the way his brush strokes seemed to make the night move. Yet he never sold a painting, in his lifetime. This is his self-portrait. There's no camouflage, no romance. Honesty..."

"Ironic, isn't it? Look at what we have done to the man who refused to conform his ideals to popular taste. Who refused to compromise his integrity. We have put him in a tiny box and asked you to copy him..."

"Look beyond the paint. Let us try to open our minds to a new idea..."

"You can conform to what other people expect of you or...."
"I know. Be ourselves..."