This piece is more on creativity than a creative piece. It seems that this world is losing it's creative part, but there seems to be a select few who still possess the true gift of creativity.

The Sistine Chapel, what thought and creativity it inspires. With all of its artwork and fresco’s, it looks as if it’s built for a king. This structure was built to last through the ages, and it has for 500 years. The Sistine Chapel is a fine example of what man is capable of. There is a story waiting to be told from within these walls. Let’s try to find out that story.

When you walk into the Sistine Chapel, your jaw drops. What is before you is a sight that has been legend since it was built. Art is all around you; it is on the walls, ceiling, and even the floor. If you look up in the middle of the structure, you will see one of the most famous paintings in the world, The Creation of Adam by Michelangelo. This masterpiece shows how god himself created man. Adam is reaching up to the heavens as god is reaching down. Their finger’s are almost touching, but never meeting. In their eyes true inspiration is shining.

In these historic walls, something as old as the catholic religion takes place, Conclave. Conclave is the act of choosing a new pope. The story begins like this… Immediately following the death of a pope, the papal ring is destroyed by the late pope’s carmelango (Chamberlin). Then, the papal apartment is sealed for a nine day mourning period. Following, every country in the world sends a cardinal between the ages of 65 and 80. A cardinal is a man who is the most important priest in that country. Then, the carmelango has tea with the four preferiti, the late pope’s four favorite cardinals to become the next pope. After the tea, all of the cardinals assemble in the Sistine Chapel to decide the next pope. The doors are even sealed with wax, so no one can get in or out until they elect a new pope. I’d love to see this important event with my one eye’s someday.

I know this paper seems more like a report, but I decided to do my creative piece on creativity, not writing about a fairy land or a boy wizard with glasses. I hope this piece has inspired you to be as creative as you can be.                      

 I decided to do a creative piece on these songs, because I listen to them all of the time. You will hear about how these pictures paint a picture in my mind.                                                                                                                              

Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy…one of my favorite pieces. The dramatic rests, the climbing scales, and the ancient three four time signature mix to make a musical masterpiece. When I hear this poetic piano piece, I see a story. I see the ocean at night. The moon and the stars shimmering off of the midnight blue waves and in the sky, with a white sandy beach in the distance. However when I see this picture perfect world, I see it in an impressionist style painting, because the composition was written in that time period.

           

Let’s go into a little more detail about that painting. A full moon with visible craters, constellations in the sky with it, and wispy clouds, all visible in a midnight blue sky. I can see a forest beyond the white sandy beach, with a castle rising up out of the trees on a mountain. It’s a magical sight to behold. The water ripples as a girl with flaxen hair skips a stone across the water. All in my own painted world. 

Speaking of a girl, there is another of Claude Debussy’s pieces even called The Girl With Flaxen Hair. She is in another painting (but a more realistic painting) of her own. When I hear the piano in this work of musical art I see a softly sloping hill, covered with grain blowing in the wind. You can’t see over the top of the hill, but it must be a sight to behold. You can, however, see a girl at the top of the hill. Her back is turned to you, but she still looks beautiful. She looks like she’s between the age of 16 and 20. Like the golden grain, her golden hair (which reaches halfway down her back) blows in the wind. Her clean but worn white night gown blowing in the same direction as the grain and her hair.

She appears to be holding something in her hands close to her heart. With a closer look, you see that it’s lilacs. The sky above is hazy and filled with dull grey clouds and haze, but it’s daytime.

 This paper just goes to show how powerful music can be. I’ll try to get the links for these songs on my blog, and if you have a song you love, leave a comment.     

How a Book Feels

We had to do a creative perspective piece, and I decided to do mine on a book. The reason I did a book, is because books are often under appreciated. This book has a whole lot to say

Why do people always slam me shut? I’m a book, not a car door. I have feelings too you know! Anyway, the person who owns me is always stuffing me in this thing he calls a “locker” and a “backpack.” They’re really torture devices designed for inanimate objects. You should see the state of Mr. Phone. He has a cracked screen, AND is missing his case.

          

But enough about Mr. Phone, back to the real story here…me. I was written in the year 1999, and printed in the year 2000. I am now a 12-year-old book, and was purchased 2 weeks ago. My master is now on my 223rd page, and it tickles whenever he turns my pages. He is a good Master, but he doesn’t really think I have feelings too. Obviously I can’t talk, I’m a book. However I can make myself fall, which isn’t much, but it is something.

           

Anyway, my story is called Angels and Demons. It’s a story about a man named Robert Langdon. Robert is a Harvard symbologist, who receives a call in the middle of the night. Suddenly Mr. Langdon is swept along on an amazing journey through Rome and The Vatican to save lives, and stop a terrorist antimatter bomb. Will he succeed? Sound’s good doesn’t? I’ve read myself many times.

          I really don’t know what to say now, so I’ll just go back to reading myself. Bye! Oh, by the way, read my brothers and sisters, The Da Vinci Code, and The Lost Symbol.