My biography

I remember when my little cousin Jaden was born small and fragile. when he was 3 he could never shut up, we always use to play hide and seek and tag, by the time he was 5 he could never take a break from funning and bouncing off the walls, he was forever restless and a lousy singer but always brought joy to the Christmas tables, for ever shouting out Justin bieber songs his sister played or screaming for every 1 to join him in the endless sporadic of his favourite songs

The house on the hill

The house on the hill neglected and old, but still standing and holding on top of the mountain.  A darkness of clouds arriving in the background, below the mountain. A staircase curving around the mountain, leading to an old wooden structure, standing on nothing but wooden pillars. The mill still turning when the wind blows against each of the four wings turning the old rusty turbine underneath the floor of the mill. The old water tank gathering algae and collecting water and dew from the skies above, the tank sat on the back of this old houses roof next to the tower prevailing through the roof, the roof over shadowing the clothes line, on the line clothes flapping effortlessly in the winds direction. The old house has 5 visible closed windows, and is only has 1 floor, a death trap stuck on a mountain.

Section B (blown off the mountain)

Suddenly, a strong wind approaches and tiles from this old poor houses roof start to dislocate themselves from their nails, the door starts beating itself against the frame. The mill spins out of control  as it flies off into a distance and the floor board one by one fly away  twisting and spiraling into the air, the mountains surface starts to crumble, the pillars crack and get  split into two as the house is blown off and shattering to a million pieces of wood in mid air, the tank of water bursts and spills liters and liters of water that sprays into a mist of tiny drops forming a small clustered rainbow as the fragments of the house disappears into the background , the mountain gives in and crumbles to the bottom of the peak.

I finally climbed to the top of the mountain. It was a windy and grim day, the breeze hitting against my skin was refreshing and I could smell the fresh dew drying off the mountains surface and the grass with a sweet sent to it I peaked over the cliff and to my surprise I found a house standing on nothing but a rock, built out of wood, the house looked a bit old creaking every time the wind bowed against it. I was so fascinated at how it worked without civilisation how it was powered by wind and how it collected its own water through a big container which stood right next to the windmill and the little house with the flapping of the door which was left wide open. The evidence of life with the washing on the line flapping up and down from the wind it looked freshly washed, judging that it was flapping very densely in the air the wind slowly changing smell as it slowly turns into the smell of fresh rain drops as there is a gathering of dark clouds. My skin sticky from all the dew gathered on it. The house so mysterious curiously I found my self lost in the structure I felt like I should go and explore but I was frightened to step foot on to the wood fearing it would fall apart and crumble to the very ground I slowly stepped back to take a picture of my discovery as I clicked the button on the camera it clearly captured every single detail of the house and I continued my journey back to my home

Description on the painting

The bald man sitting on the chair filthy and grim, covered in nothing but a white shirt and tatty blue jeans that have been worn down from work, he sits in his chair unsatisfied and lazy with his leather boots on his right hand side. The man looks sad and alone, his head so shinny you could swear he has alopecia, his pale face looks like he had seen a ghost and his abundant grin and eyes filled with mysterious plotting and sadness, his eyes lead to a heart which seemed to be alone. He must be stuck in a deep thought from his position on the chair with his body at a slaunt to wards the left hand side on his boots, his terrible look towards you suggested he might have suffered a horrible childhood, with his envious look towards us he might be poor or rich or maybe middle class, his voice un heard of in many months from the envious hunger growing inside of him his vivid imagination waiting to be exposed. I thought this painting was a self portrait of the artist and while painting it he might have felt sad and alone “(hint the blue)” .the artist really captured the feeling of this painting.

Exercise 3: birds, beasts and relatives

 

1. Their spikes are soft like rubber when they are baby hedgehogs but they gradually harden as they get older, they also turn brown      

B. when they are a few weeks old they follow their mom out of the nursery to learn how to hunt for food

C. when they leave to go hunt their in a line with the mother in the front and the babies behind her with their tails in each of their mouths

D. hedgehogs are always ready to eat

E. when they are younger they don’t go far away for their nest

F. baby hedgehogs are born with their eyes closed

 

2. ‘Like four survivors from a raft’ they would be really hungry and thirsty

B. ‘When they are old enough to leave the nursery’ when a mom is ready to leave the hospital after giving birth she takes her baby way from the nursery  

C. baby usually referred to as human

D. ‘crawls across the floor with a curious swimming motion’ this helps me picture the hedgehogs crawling across the floor like human babies

 

3. He describes them as survivors from a wreck that have not had a decent meal in weeks

 

4. I think what he meant by that was that he tends to over feed them and they became over weight by dragging their bellies across the floor and that their legs could not hold their body weight 

 

Exercise 2: the No 1 ladies “Detective agency

 

1. ‘Suddenly she saw the house tucked away behind the trees almost in the shadow of the hill’

‘Their ghost remained’

 

 

2.’the sun was riding high: its light pricked at her skin’ this phrase suggests that the sun was hot against her skin

 

3. did not like the modern land she was in she liked it better when she was still a child    

 

4.’it was bear earth in the traditional style brown mud walls a few glasses window, with a knee height wall around the yard’

Exercise 1: high wind in Jamaica

 

1. Baking clay

 

  B. hot

 

 C. dry

 

2. ‘But the group of children were hot, far too hot to speak to one another’ this suggests the children were lazy from the heat

 

3. Bullocks moved their feet when the soil got too hot, the insects were lethargic from the heat and could not pipe anymore, the lizards hide themselves from the baking sun and panted in the shade

 

4. ‘But close to the ground a dirty grey haze hovered’