viernes, 13 de mayo de 2016

EDI: ART and WRITING 2




By: Estefanía, Cecilia and Victoria. Based on Dollar Sign by Andy Warhol

 
Troubles of a shopaholic
Both born in the city of Los Angeles, Caroline and Elena Forbes had such different personalities that it was
hard to believe they could live under the same roof and share the same room.
“Caroline! You won’t believe what I found on the way home!” exclaimed Elena in excitement. “It was sweet
and lovely, so soft that I couldn’t bear the idea that it was alone in the world, with nobody to love and take
care of.”
“Don’t tell me you brought a puppy. Mum will kick us out,” said the eldest sister.
“You know puppies make me sick. Actually, I bought this fantastic, gorgeous, stunning, amazing fur coat. And
that’s not all. I couldn’t resist getting this pair of kneelength
boots, these beautiful ripped jeans, and last, but
not least, this incredible umbrella!”
“But it never rains here, Elena.”
“I know, but I couldn’t resist myself. It’s pink! Look!”
Caroline rolled her eyes. She was fed up with her sister wasting money on unnecessary stuff. Trying to change
the topic of the conversation, she took a letter from the drawer and gave it to her sister. “This is for you. It
arrived this morning.”
Elena grabbed it and read it anxiously. However, her face, which was like an open book, revealed that these
were bad news. All of a sudden she started crying and complaining. Her account was on the red and she owed
5.000 dollars to the Central Bank.
“What am I going to do now?” she cried desperately, having the feeling that her world was falling apart.
Meanwhile, Caroline was conscious that something like this would happen someday and had already come up
with an idea. Trying to calm her sister down, she advised Elena to select all the clothes she didn’t need any
more and sell them on eBay. So the next day, they got to work.
“Let’s get down to business. Elena, please! What are you doing?”
“I’m saying goodbye to my coats, and my shoes, and all my little babies. I can’t get rid of them so easily” cried
Elena.
“I can’t believe my eyes! When will you grow up? They’re just pieces of cloth.”
“Don’t you dare to call my sweethearts like that! They mean the world to me! You’re ripping my heart out”
“There’s no doubt. You are definitely adopted. Never mind, look, there is a girl from San Francisco who wants
to buy your fur coat and your leather boots for really good money” said Caroline while checking her computer.
“C’mon, we will send it now, pack it”.
“I don’t want to give her my favorite coat in the world, listen, it is saying “don’t leave me mommy.”
“Elena! Pack this or you will go to jail. Stop making such a scandal out of it.”
Ignoring Elena’s tantrums, they continued working. By noon, they had already sold 15 pairs of shoes, 3 coats
and 7 different blouses. Everything seemed to be under control until they realized that their mother’s favorite
collar had accidentally fallen into the box they had sent to the girl from San Francisco.
As usual, Elena started weeping because of her bad luck and Caroline suggested a solution. They would travel
to the girl’s house. The plan was that Caroline would dress like her grandmother and Elena would convince the
girl that the collar belonged to the old lady and that it was sent by mistake.
Without hesitating, they travelled to San Francisco and found the buyer’s house, which in fact looked like a
big mansion. When they knocked, a beautiful tall girl dressed in fancy clothes and jewelry opened the door.
They immediately noticed the collar around her neck.
“Hello, what do you need? Are you beggars? You must be, dressed in those clothes from last season.”
Elena was astonished by the girl’s gorgeous clothes and her amazing British accent. But at the same time, she
was outraged by the words that came out of her mouth.
“What do you mean?! These are original Prada boots and my dress is a Valentino. You’re talking with a
fashion expert!”
“Oh my God! We’re going to be BFFs! Did you see that Armani released its new collection yesterday?”
“Please, of course I did! I loved their fashion show.”
“You have found your long lost twin Elena”, whispered Caroline to Elena’s ears and then turned to the girl.
“Excuse me sweetheart, what is your name?”
“Oh, that’s so impolite from me! I’m Rebecca Brown. Please, come on in.”
Elena, with Caroline holding onto her arm and disguised as their old lady, entered Rebecca’s house. They
were openmouthed.
The decoration was very modern and minimalist, combining terra colors with the sofa
and the furniture in dark brown and the carpets of bordeaux.
“Your house is beautiful, my dear, but we’re here for a very important matter” said Caroline, with shaky voice,
trying to imitate her grandma. “You see, my scatty grandchild has accidentally sent you my treasured collar, the
one you are wearing.”
“This one?” said Rebecca pointing at her neck, “Oh I am sorry but you must have made a mistake. I bought
this one on the internet. Well, I did not buy it but it came as a gift!”
“But dear, my girl was the one who sold the clothes to you. I am really sick and I want my family to have it, so
they will always remember me.”
“Oh I am sorry but my daddy always says that gifts are not returned. Maybe you can buy another one. Besides,
this one perfectly matches my eyes, see? It seemed to be made for me! You can give your family a letter! I
would help you but I don't know how to write letters. Nevermind, did you guys watch Victoria’s Secret’s
fashion show yesterday?”
“Of course I did!”, exclaimed Elena, “The models were stunning and the lingerie too. I really need all the
collection in my wardrobe.”
“I have already told my dad that he must buy me all of it!”
“Excuse me!” yelled Caroline, already fed up with the situation. “Can we please use your bathroom darling?”
“For sure granny! It is next to the massage room.”
“But I don't want to go to the bathroom”, said Elena.
“Shhhh, come here” whispered Caroline as they entered the bathroom.
“She has a massage room! Oh my god I want this girl’s life!”
“Elena! can you please focus, we need to get the necklace back. Now, of course I have a planSo, did you
understand?”
“I am dying right now SHE HAS VICTORIA’S SECRET BODY LOTION!”
“Elena, please!”
“Yes yes, I listened to you.”
“Fine, let's do it.”
Finally, Elena told Rebecca that she wanted to see her other fancy necklaces and, while the two of them were
trying some on, Rebecca had no option but putting granny’s necklace off and placed it on the table. Then,
Caroline took it. Luckily, the host did not notice a thing because she was too busy boasting about her exotic
jewelry.
“Well, time to go darling, I need to take my medicine,” said Caroline
“Okey granny, and please take this advice: get a new coat on the way home, that one is too old fashioned.”
“I told you Caro.. nanny! C’mon I know a trendy store nearby.”
Totally satisfied with their success, the girls went home. On their way, Elena found a hundred dollar bill on the
street and, looking at Caroline with glittering eyes, they went to the nearest shopping mall to make it
disappear.








By: Mili, Carolina, Daiana R.- Based on a painting by Artemisia Gentileschi. 


The fearful complicity
It was a foggy day and the smell of wet land lingered in the air. Judith, a strong and determined women, arrived home from fencing practice.  Awaiting her was her maidservant Abra. Her expression was most unusual, her complexion gone completely pale and her hands trembling as she saluted her mistress.
"Good evening m'lady. " said Abra.
"Good evening Abra, I'm completely worn out!" replied her mistress.
"Oh dear, do tell me how was your training? How are you doing today? Would you like some tea? I have the perf…"
"Stop right there" interrupted Judith.
Suddenly, Judith noticed something strange in Abra´s attitude, and she realized that she´s been blocking her bedrooms door all the time. She motioned Abra out of the way and peeked through the keyhole. To her astonishment she witnessed her beloved George cheating on her! She backed away from the door in complete shock.
"Oh I´m so very sorry m'lady, I was trying to avoid your distress. Sir George has been in there for quite a while and ordered all of the staff not to bother him or else we would be killed or worst sent to the Americas"
"The only one who will be killed is him, my darling"
There comes a moment in everyone’s lives when one must ask oneself a trivial life changing question. This moment came for Abra, she had to decide whether to leave and save herself from being an accomplice or stay and face the consequences.
"wh- what do you mean?"
"I will behead that bastard!" assured Judith while she was touching her spear tenderly.
Abra tried to make her come to her senses but she could not come through to her. Should she simply abandon her mistress and save herself?
"But think about it! There are far better ways to gain revenge on that filthy soul. You can make him suffer real pain"
"Nonsense I´ve made up my mind and I want blood, that bastard doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air that I breathe. He shall go to hell where he belongs"
Judith suddenly pushed Abra out of the doorway and breaks into the room. What follows is a woman´s shriek and then silence. A few minutes later Judith emerged holding George´s head in her hand.
"Immediately, get me something to place this! Said Judith "I don’t want to get blood on my dress."
"What have you done?" gasped Abra.
"We have spared the world of a filthy leech, we are heroines, the women of the world shall thank us for our actions dear Abra."
"We? I don’t want any part of this m'lady, oh please dear lord, I didn’t ask for this!" she looked pleadingly up at the heavens.
"Yes, you are part of this too, I´m not going down alone" she replied with anger in her voice.  "Don’t just stand there like a fool looking at me, if you want a few more minutes of freedom go fetch the money and my jewels and prepare the horses!"
They managed to get away to a nearby town but were soon arrested and accused of murder. They had a long and lonely death in prison.



 










jueves, 12 de mayo de 2016

EDI: ART and WRITING 1

Hi guys!!!
These are the stories you wrote and role played based on a painting.
Task: choose one, different from yours, and change the end, or add a character, or change the course of events. Above all, ENJOY working with your classmates' stories!!!

* By: Gabi, Andrea and Fiorela. Based on Dali's Woman with a Head of Roses.












Anastasia enters the room, plays *THE BEST OF VIVALDI* opens ALL the curtains and starts painting while Stacy is standing covered by a white curtain. A letter is pulled under the door. Anastasia picks it and starts talking.

    “Oh, there’s a letter. It has been ages since the last time I received a letter.”

When she opens it, Anastasia realizing who is the sender of the letter stands with her back to the audience. Jeremy enters, put the white curtain away and starts saying the words of the letter.

Dear Stacy;

Hello, it's me. I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet to go over everything. They say that time's supposed to heal ya but I ain't done much healing. Hello, can you hear me? I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be, when we were younger and free. I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet. There's such a difference between us and a million miles. Hello from the other side. I must've called a thousand times to tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done but when I call you never seem to be home. Hello from the outside at least I can say that I've tried to tell you I'm sorry, for breaking your heart. But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore. Hello, how are you? It's so typical of me to talk about myself I'm sorry, I hope that you're well.

Yours sincerely,
Jeremy.

Jeremy stands at the back of the scene and the three of them stay a few seconds forming the painting “Women with the Head of Roses” and the mush up Love me like you do - Sorry - Somebody that I used to know begins.

  • (Music) Anastacia Stacy Jeremy

You're the light, you're the night
You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

You're the fear, I don't care
'Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
You can see the world you brought to life, to life

You gotta go and get
Angry at my all of my honesty
You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies
I hope I don't run out of Time could someone call the referee
Cause I Just need one more shot at forgiveness

I know you know that I
made those mistakes maybe once or twice
And by once or twice I Mean
maybe a couple a hundred times
So let me oh let me
Redeem oh redeem oh myself tonight
Cus I just need one more shot at second chances

Is it too late now to say sorry
cause I'm missing more than just your body
Is it too late now to say sorry
Yeah I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now
I'm sorry, Yeah, sorry, sorry

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing
it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody
that you used to know

‘Hi my dear friend, it’s been a long time since the last time we met. How have you been?
    ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘I think I’ve been clear when I told you I was leaving since I didn’t want to see you anymore.’
    ‘What am I doing here? I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for you. Unconsciously, you called me, darling. So, tell me. What is the writing about? Does he want me back?’
    ‘It doesn’t matter what he wants. I’m no longer interested’
    ‘It DOES matter. At least for me. Please tell me! Does he miss me? Is he still in love with me? Does he regret...’
‘No he doesn’t. He never did. He thought he was the perfect man and that there was nothing wrong in his behaviour. He neither took the blame for all the things he did nor did he feel guilty for how things turned out. He was always saying that things would happen they way they should happen, that there was nothing he could do to make them better. I’m tired of that! I know that if he comes back, the story will be the same. He belongs to the past, I have comprehended that, now I think you should too.’   
    ‘Absolutely not! Anastasia, please. Let’s calm down and be reasonable. WE love him, he is the love of our life! Don’t miss the opportunity he is giving us. You ought  to relax on this firm and comfortable throne he is offering you. I’m sure you will adore it.
    ‘Ok! Let’s be reasonable.’, ‘What you see as a ’firm and comfortable throne’ is nothing but a broken chair. And do you know what happen when you sit on a broken chair? Exactly Stacy, you FALL! And I’m not interested in damaging myself if I can avoid it.’
‘But remember how he made us feel, how much fun we had in those times. You’ve never been better than when we were in love with him. Besides, you must understand, we love him, he is the love of our life! It couldn’t have been so easy to forget all the good memories we have together. We were deeply in love and I’m sure we still love him. You are just being childish and silly. Please! We do love him, you have to learn to forgive!!’
    ‘You’re wrong! I couldn’t agree less with you! You have to learn to let things go! Stop talking about WE because I don’t love him, not anymore. I don’t need him, not anymore. I don’t want him back in my life, you do.’ (Anastasia takes Stancy from the arm and send her behind the curtain again) ’Not only don’t I need him, but also I don’t need you. I’m a better person now, I have found myself. I’ve already been in those dark places and it was necessary for me to learn, but now I don’t want to come back there. I took what I needed and moved forward. Farewell my dear. Hopefully, I will see you never again.’
    Anastasia plays *THE BEST OF VIVALDI* again and continues painting.



* By Daiana M., María Laura and Aldana. Based on: American Gothic by Grant Wood.

Resultado de imagen para grant wood american gothic images



American Gothic Story
Mrs. Bates: Good evening folks! If you let me, I will tell you the story of what I lived some years ago in the Woods’ farm.
I was probably as young as you are now.
I was heading off to University. That day I had been travelling for more than ten hours. As it was getting dark, I began to look for a place to rest before continuing my journey. People in the village told me about a couple in the countryside who was willing to rent me a room. Without hesitation, I rushed to the place. The big old farm stood at the end of the road. Driving along the path that took me to the house, I detected two lanky figures standing at the porch. They were Mr. & Mrs. Woods.
I introduced myself and they, barely saying a word, let me in. As soon as I entered the house a cold breeze gave me goosebumps. The couple seemed to be very reserved and frugal. They were as creepy as the house. For sure they weren’t the best hosts I could have wished for, but to spend the night in the open land was not an option.
After giving me a tasteless dinner Mrs. Woods led me to my bedroom on the second floor. When we were crossing the corridor Mr. Woods, who had left the table earlier, appeared from nowhere holding a pitchfork. My heart skipped a beat. Nevertheless I continued walking as no one else seemed to notice my shock.
Once I was in bed, I confess, it was easy to fall asleep. The silence and quietness of the country and the soft sounds of the animals worked as a sleep induction. Suddenly, “AWW!!!” a shriek coming from the attic woke me up.
Unsure of what I was about to do, I went upstairs and stood behind the half open door. There I was able to listen to what was going on. Getting closer, I could peer the couple’s shadows moving frantically around in what I remember was a heated argument.


MR.WOOD: What’s wrong with you?

MRS. WOOD: I’d say what’s wrong with you?

MR. WOOD: With me? These days you are the one who is not paying attention to me. And I don’t like the way you’re acting. I feel you are different.

MRS. WOOD: Well, to be honest, I don’t feel comfortable with this situation either.

MR. WOOD: What situation? What do you mean?

MRS. WOOD: Oh, come on! Don’t play innocent with me. We’ve known each other for more than twenty years now. I know something is going on… Something is going through your mind. Do you think I’m stupid? Don’t take me for a fool!

MR WOOD: That’s not true. I think you are being ridiculous. What am I doing wrong? What makes you think that way?

MRS. WOOD: So now I’m going crazy? You really think I buy that story of you taking long walks every weekend to Church?

MR. WOOD: That’s nonsense. Why don’t you trust me? Every time I asked you to come you didn’t want to. Come with me this Sunday and see it’s true.

MRS. WOOD: Who’s going to take care of the guests then? Who’s going to do the laundry, prepare dinner, and do the dishes…? I don’t have time for that! I don’t have time for your lies either!

MR. WOOD: Lies? What are you talking about woman? Don’t twist this whole thing around. Tell me what the problem is right now!

MRS. WOOD: I know you’re being unfaithful to me! You’re seeing another woman! How can you lie to me? Don’t dare to deny it!

MR. WOOD: Cheating? Why do you say that? Do you have any proof? I don’t deserve to be treated with this level of disrespect. I’ve always treated you as a lady, and I demand to be treated as the gentleman I am. Never doubt me.

MRS. WOOD: Please, John. I’m not blind, and I’m certainly not out of my mind. I gave you the chance to admit it, but if you want to know why I am so sure I’ll tell you. You said a woman’s name last night in your sleep.

MR WOOD: But… but... NO, that’s not possible...Ok. Listen Margaret, I will tell you the truth. I’m sick of this secret. I need to tell you all. I’m entirely in love with Miss Collins, the seamstress. Every time I told you I went to church. I went to see her.

MRS. WOOD: How… How did it happen?

MR WOOD: It all began in Church of course, I met her there. Then I frequent her workshop with the excuse of having clothes mended. Later we started seeing each other just as friends. But then, unintentionally, we fell in love.

MRS. WOOD: Enough. Enough! I don’t want to listen to you anymore. How could you do this to me after everything I’ve done for you? Why did you have to turn your back on me like that? Wasn’t I a good wife?

MR WOOD: I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. You are the best wife of all. But you don’t pay so much attention to me and she does. But now that I have told you the truth I’m relieved and I feel it’s time to move on. I think that the best thing to do is to let you free and follow my heart.

MRS. WOOD: No, wait. You said I was the best wife of them all. I see everything clear now, that woman took advantage of our problems and she somehow managed to confuse you. But don’t worry dear, I forgive you. You’re staying here and we’ll forget about all this mess. I’ll change if that’s what it takes for you to stay with me. You’ll see… soon, you’ll forget her.

MR WOOD: No, I’m sorry. I don’t love you anymore. Now I want to be with her. She makes me a better man. I won’t change my mind. I have already made a decision.

MRS. WOOD: If that’s how you feel… you leave me no choice. If I can’t have you, then no one else will.

Mrs. Woods grabbed the pitchfork, leaned on the wall and stabbed Mr. Woods.

Mr. Bates: I knew I had to do something. Shaking I got into the attic, but dizzy for the shock I saw everything fading away.
At that moment I woke up, realizing all what I experienced that night was only a bad dream.