Egyptian Drawing

THE EARLY Egyptians used pictures to show a sign of the alphabet or a syllable in a word. For many years men puzzled over the drawings they found on the walls of ancient Egyptian temples and pyramids. Then, in 1799, a huge flat stone was discovered near the city of Rosetta in Egypt. On one side Rosetta stone were Egyptian drawings, and on the other side was the very same message in Greek. Each Greek word stood for an Egyptian symbol. By comparing the familiar Greek language with the unknown Egyptian signs and symbols, men gradually learned to read the ancient language of the people of the Nile.

Musicians
Egyptians (1400 B.C)

This is an ancient Egyptian drawing. The Egyptian did not make action drawings like the cave men did. They liked to make beautiful designs and they usually drew flat, side-view pictures

Draw a Picture of Your own

The tools an artist uses are important because each tool makes a different kind of picture. More important still is the person who draws the picture.
If you and the boy next door and the girl across the street each drew a picture of the same house, each picture would be just a little different from other pictures. If your little brother or sister drew that same house, we would still another kind of picture of that house. For each of us sees things just a little differently. The pictures we draw show this.
Probably, however, you would not at all want to draw the same house.
What an artist chooses to draw also tells something about him.
What kind of pictures do you like to draw? Do you like to draw real things or pretend things? Do you like to draw pictures of things you know or pictures of things you would like to see and know?
If you live near ocean, do you like to draw a picture like the one of the fishermen and their boat? Would you rather draw a picture of mountains or the sandy desert?

It's remind of my beloved brother

I love this Photo i captured from the Book....It's remind me of my beloved brother when we are children. He loved the toy guitar our father bought for him. For some reason, while we are having lunch, our father just came back from nearby village to sell some vegetables produce from our farm. As i am big sister to my younger brother, our father gave me extra cash than him, he keep complaining why ate got more than i do? ate means is respect call for big sister. Then our father told him because she is your ate, you still small boy that time i think i am age 7years old he was 5. While we eating he is crying, our father hate any noise while in the dining table. Our father don't worry i give you extra next time, but my brother did not listen. he kept crying while he having his lunch, suddenly our father lost his temper, yes he is high temper Man and strict person, He took the spoon and threw on my brother's forehead. I was panic and shocked to saw it was bleeding. It's broke's my heart apart, i lost my mood to eat too, me and my mother attended to him, rushing to take some traditional medicine. Our father shouting and had took his guitar and hit on the wooden stairways it's broke. my beloved brother with tears flows from his eyes took his guitar and tried his best to repair it. How it hurts me and pity him. I somehow hated our father since the time i am knowing things.

He past away when he was 11 plus years old i was 13plus years old... Its the biggest Trials in my Life ever. i was in shocked and trauma didn't managed to attend school for one month. Since then our life had changed so much, specially on me. We used to sleep in the same bed since when we were little kids until we turn teens. We are bonded.....
How i miss him so much...That's one of shadows in my life....the pain,sorrow,sadness,loneliness its caused still burden in my heart, he be part of me until my very last breath................

Art Drawing

Early one winter a boy arose and looked out of his window. There was snow on the ground, deep and powdery. The trees, the street and the houses in the the distance, the whole countryside were covered with a white blanket of snow.
On the ground were signs that earlier rises had been out. The boy could read the story in the lines on the snow. Rabbit tracks had made a path that curved beyond the bare lilac bushes. Narrow ruts showed where a milk truck had crosses from one side of the street to the other.
Dressing quickly, the boy ran outside. Suddenly a dog barked, and a rabbit dashed across the yard to hide in the bushes. The dog and the rabbit made new prints in the snow.
As the boy walked across the snowy yard, he made fresh track of his own.
The tracks on the snow are like lines drawn on paper by an artist. They make a picture. They tell a story.
The tracks tell us something else. As the frightened rabbit dashed across the snow, he made a different kind of track from the even, unhurried rabbit path curved beyond the lilac bushes. His leaping tracks told the story of his fear.
The lines in a picture tell us a story too. They also tell us something about the artist who drew the picture. They tell us how he felt about the thing he drew. They tell us how he felt about the thing he drew, They tell us what kind of tools he used to draw a picture.

Art

Some artists make the things we use and wear. They know that a pitcher that holds milk can have a graceful shape and pleasing design. Artists make pictures in many different ways, but each artist tries to create a picture in his own way. as he he sees it.

A Picture has been said to be something between a thing and a thought

Man on Horse
Marino Marini (1901- ) Italian

Sometimes an artist carves or models a figure. Sculpture is different from a drawing or a painting. It is a solid form. You want to touch it and feel its surfaces. You can walk around it and see how it looks different from different views.

Cave Arts Painting

If you could go walking one day and meet a cave boy and girl who lived thousands of years ago, how would you talk to them?
You could not use words, for they would not understand. You could not say, "Let's be friends. Tell me all about you how you lived. Was it fun to live in a cave? Were you afraid when saw the huge mammoth?
How brave your hunters were to face him with a flint knife and a throwing dart for weapons!"
But you could talk to them without words.
You could draw a picture of your house to say, "This is where I live," The cave girl could draw a picture of her cave. The cave boy could draw a picture of hunter and charging mammoth.
He could beat his chest and shout triumphantly to tell you that the hunter had conquered the mammoth. That would be the cave man's way of singing his victory song, and as you listened, you would understand, for people have always made music to express triumph and pride, joy, and sadness, hope and prayer.
You could not speak together in words, but you could smile and act out the story that you wanted to be friends.
If you met a boy from Norway or Japan, you probably could not speak to them with words. But you could still talk together.
You and the cave boy and girl are thousands of years apart. You and the boy from Norway and Japan are thousands of miles apart. But you could speak to each other through a picture, a song, or a play through art and music and drama. For these are a language that people of every time and every country have and understood and understood and loved.

The World's of Arts

You are about to begin on a voyage of discovery to a world of wonder and surprise.
It is a world that is as old as the cave man and as young as tomorrow. You will not find this world on any map. It has no boundaries, north or south, east or west. Yet people of all countries have journeyed there.
In this world there are wonderful things to see-- paintings that glow with color, strange masks from far-off lands, buildings of ageless splendor, and many shapes and forms.
There are wonderful things to hear-songs to sing and music to play.
Minstrel songs and symphonies fill the air with sounds of music.
There are plays and actors many kinds. Clowns strut upon stage to make us laugh. A ship sails away to hunt for pirate treasure. Shadows talk and puppets dance for our pleasure.
Rembrandt and Michelangelo belong to this world. Beethoven and Shakespeare are part of it. An unknown potter in ancient Greece, an Indian who carved a war club long ago. and perhaps you, yourself, belong to it, too.
For the world we will explore is the world of the arts, and there are many kinds of arts and artists. Each Artist works in different way to tell the story of the world he knows or imagines.
Some artists use words to tell a story. Other artists use picture or a carving or the sounds of music. All artists use the language of the arts a language that people of every time and in every country have understood and loved.
As you adventure with us through the wonderful world of the arts, we hope that you will learn to love and understand and use that language, too.

The Life of being once a children

When i was a little girl, i used to dream or grow up fast. As they said, we have to start from nothing,helpless, be born as a baby on this World is one of precious gift from God and Nature. As the days,weeks,months,years goes by, as a children we keep wondering what is our dream what would like to be when we grow up.
As a matter of fact being children is another precious moment in life, when the time your cousin sisters and brothers were stay closer, have great bond and friendship..Have endless fun,joy,laughter's.....There is the moment we will have misunderstanding, beaten,bullied...Most of children don't keep or burden worries,sorrows or pain in each heart...There are not relationship became a friend.... Friendship is one of God gift to us...Some kids learn about how tough life, some is not to be bother,care nor pay attention... There is 3 level of Life, its comes and goes like a Tyre, we sometimes started from bottom, then to just level of life..Some turn success in Life follow by their great granny's, parents, some well Educated, some is a dreamer, some is lifeless, like never have plan for future... Life is meaningless without Dreams, to know which path, or have inspiration to achieve your Goal....Some children is mean some is kind,polite... Well not everyone can be the same....
Being Children once in a Life time is one precious gift from above.....

9th. May Journal Places/People Photography

Captured on 9th. May 2009, one of my recent Journal/Photography....
I saw this Chinese Students who is planting the Palm Tree along the side of the Streets in Town...They worked hard in the hot sun..I am amazed to watched them...as I am also shy to sneak their photos... This Man suddenly came across..so, he is there.......

I believed our Future is in Children hands.....

Some of my Craps Photography... I am bored doing nothing, so i think what i can photography next..... I am quite stylish, Artistic,Creative, Talented, Imaginative, Compassionate..........

Sunset Photography

Here is my Captured Last year October, i was so amazed and gifted of this colorful Sunset's is like welcoming me to the World of Photography. I am over Joy by it and we waited until the Dusk of sky. I am Newbie Digital General Photographer....