The Rocky Climb I did it. I made it to the top. It was a lot harder than you think. Each stair was about two inches tall. Climbing about one hundred little, tiny, rocky stairs can be hard on your legs and let me tell you it was. It was a Thursday afternoon, the sun was out and it was in the mid-sixties. My parents and I decided we would go run the Art Museum stairs in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We had already been in Philly for a day due to my dad’s soccer meetings. We decided to day would be the day to tour the beautiful city of “Brotherly Love.” First, we started off walking down the long narrow street looking at all of the giant skyscrapers and old mint green statues. When we were walking down Main Street there were huge flags swaying in the wind on each light …show more content…
We continued to walk down the street looking at all of our surroundings until we were at the Museum. When we finally came about the bottom of the stairs I looked up and I could barely see the little statue on the tip top of the Art Museum’s roof. As I looked around me I saw these beautiful statues everywhere I looked. We walked around the outside of the museum and came about a statue of rocky with his hands in the air. After that we went back to the front of the old building and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. We looked up and saw about thirty people running the stairs like Rocky did in the movie. My dad and I decided we were going to race up the stairs and see who could make it to the top first. When my mom said go we took off running up the uneven stairs. At first I was beating my dad but when we were about half way up the stairs he passed me. By the time I made it to the top I was hunched over gasping for air. I wasn’t in shape at all and my dad wasn’t either. Once we caught our breath we stood up, put our hands in the air like Rocky, and my mom snapped a picture of
As we reach the museum, the exterior was very beautiful. The first things I saw were the bronze statues in the front. We took a couple of pictures in front of them and in front of the Norton Simon. The entrance where the glass doors had sat was very unique and elegant. The glass walls that the glass doors were attached to, added to the elegance and beauty. When I had first walked in, I was very shy, timid, and unwilling to go on, this was due to the more mature audience that I had seen when I had first entered the museum. I was still unsure on how to act in a museum, being this my first time, so I was very calm, cool and reserved, but as time went on I saw college students my age probably doing the same thing I was doing. So I then I felt more at ease. Plus my girlfriend was with me so I was not alone.
On June 9, 2003, my life took an interesting turn. It was a sunny day. Blue skies, humidity insanely high, and I found myself at 4th Street and Constitution in Washington, D.C. I stood before an angled architectural masterpiece by famed architect I.M. Pei; its pointed corners jutted out towards the grassy Mall and Capitol Hill as if it were some sort of Picasso-esque compass pointing simultaneously towards all the tourist hot spots. (The one corner, purportedly the sharpest building corner in the world, wore a dark gray spot about eye level where thousands if not millions of tourists had touched it just to see how sharp it really was). I found myself standing before it, not as tourist . . . but as an employee on my first day of work.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art came about as an idea from Jon Jay in Paris, France in 1866 with the idea of “national institution gallery of art” within the United States. Once this idea was proposed, it was immediately moved forward with his return to the United States. With the help of the Union League Club in NY they began to acquire civic leaders, businessmen, artists, and collectors who aided in the creation of the museum. For over 140 years, the visitors who go here have received everything the mission of the institution states.
At the begging, the idea that I had to visit a museum for my assignment did not make me feel happy and amused. It was the opposite. I was thinking that it would be really stupid and boring going there, spending my day looking at some expensive “drawings”. However, when I saw the museum as a building, it really impressed me. The structure and architecture was really beautiful. As I was looking for the pieces of works that I had find information about. I was attracted by other gorgeous paintings as well. I saw paintings and sculptures from different cultures, which I never had heard before. My day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art was really a pleasure and fun. Apart from pleasure and fun, I got an idea of art which is very important to anyone of us.
This project made me understand that enjoying art and appreciating a building’s architecture are not contradictory purposes but complementary aspects of a museum visit. After we leave a museum we don’t only leave with knowledge about art but also with different states of mind that can only be shaped by the environment. The museum experience is a whole package of stimulants such as colour, space, light and movement.
When I entered through the main gallery entrance, the first thing that I noticed was this colorful glass sculpture in the middle of the room. I was in awe at how beautiful the sculpture was and the way how the light was reflected on the sculpture really emphasized the
It was a warm April day and all of the students were let out of school for the day. I went home to finish packing with the help of my parents making sure that I had everything and I wasn 't forgetting. I was excited for a week now to go on the trip to Washington D.C. with the whole 8th grade class for a week.
Thank you for letting me babysit Ethan so I could raise money to go to Montreal. The trip was so amazing and changed my life.
Throughout my life, I have loved to draw. Due to my love of drawing, I decided to take a career in something that has to do with art. A few things have happened in my life that has caused me to take this path. Three people that I have interacted in some way, are the reason for my choices.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
When we arrived at 34th street, we took the E train and transferred to Lexington Avenue to get to 86th street. From there we walked a couple blocks to get to the Metropolitan Museum. The reason why I took my brother is because he loves museums, so wanted someone who would not want to leave the museum after a short period of time due to lack of interest.
My trip to the Getty museum was filled with anticipation and an unknowing of what Iwas actually searching to write about. I went on a Friday at about eleven but the museum was still full. It took about twenty minutes to find parking, the wait in line was long, and the tram had so many people it felt even hotter then it actually was. But overall the experience was fun. I enjoyed checking out the works of art and watching the classes of elementary students learn about the history and culture in the room. On one occasion I was very surprised because a mother asked her daughter, who could not have been more than six, about a painting was which she correctly identified as Vincent Van Gogh’s Irises, which was great because I never knew about Van Gogh at her age.
Two weeks ago, I had a wonderful trip with my family in Sydney where I had never been before. We visited many places in Sydney and had fun in here. The weather was so nice, it was a warm and sunny day, the sunlit clouds drifted across the clear blue sky, which made us want to go more places and enjoy the sightseeing. But my impression of Sydney changed immediately after I went out with my aunt at 1: 00 a.m. to walk around the city and watch the picture of Sydney at night. At that time, I saw many things happened and I realized Sydney in the midnight is totally different than I had imagined before. So I started to observe people around me at that time and I concentrated on their behavior. Furthermore, in my observation, I will write about people
My first experience visiting Times Square, I felt overwhelmed by the walking and talking in scores of different language, people that look somewhat bizarre to me. The eye catching jumbo trans lining the buildings as I walk. Only the people that visit contains this amazing story to
So one day after school my older brother took me to the gym. After I changed into my gym clothes in the locker room, I sat nervous on the patted mat by the rock climbing tower/boulder waiting for the instructor to walk in and other students to show up. After a few minutes the instructor walked in. She smiled really big, so big that I saw t...