One hundred and six headless torsos frozenly traverse a small portion of the southwest corner of Grant Park. All made of cast-iron and standing 9 feet tall, these figures collectively make up the Agora, an installation by Polish artist Magdalena Abakanowicz. It took two years of molding and casting by the artist and her assistants at the Srem foundry in Poland before being transported to Chicago for its erection in October 2006 (Abakanowicz, Agora 2003-2006). The viewer is encouraged to walk amongst
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Colette Blackheart worked late nights and into the early mornings, as janitor for the Burns & Stiffman Mortuary and Crematorium, and that mortuary was the last place anyone saw her alive. It was 2:20 A.M., Several days before her body was found. Her boyfriend, Jack Stone, the last person to see Colette alive, was just finishing up his nightly ritual of closing the 'Tap Room', a bar he owned and operated right down the street from the 'Tag n Bag' (Jack's nick name for the mortuary) where Colette
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by how much larger and brighter it is than the rest of the girl’s figure along with how her big white eyeballs contrasted with the rest of the dark colored figure in the artwork to draw attention to the girl’s sad emotional face and seemingly puffy eyes. Another element of art would be the various lines used to create everything in the artwork such as, the outline of her head, clothes, hand and the details of her face, that give not only a contribution
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breeze. Five foot five, one hundred-forty pounds and one hundred percent curves, not bad for a QNZ born Indian-African mutt. From her maternal genes she radiated a deep, cocoa, complexion, rich with olive undertones, and huge, deep set, almond shaped eyes. Everything else was her fathers, her jawline was strong and masculine, her nose was proud and flared, her top lip was frowned and full. Even her cheek bones jutted out making sure to take notice. Brooklyn smelled earthy, like freshly pollinated flowers
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various alleyways, praying for an exit. I know it’s hopeless. I know I will hit a dead end… I was right. My eyes scan the alleyway, and I reach for a rusty sickle buried deep into an emaciated corpse. Multiple humanoid shadows appear on the blood stained brick wall. Walking backwards, I tumble over a corpse.. My eyesight is lost due to the fact that the blood from the corpse is oozing into my eyes. I hear the sound of metal blades dragging on the concrete, the smell of puke rushes into my nose, and the
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are put aside once they remove their shirts, some stand there eyeing the others, measuring their manliness based on the amount of hair on their chests to the tones muscles, or lack thereof. Others check themselves out in the window panes. I roll my eyes and chuckle, as I put on clear rubber gloves, the dust inside them sucking the moisture out of my
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What is beauty? Is beauty in the eye of the beholder? Can one’s beauty be defined by their situation? Or is beauty simply what society wants it to be? Beauty can mean many different things and can be viewed in many different ways. It really doesn’t matter what you fix on the outside you can get a tummy tuck, nose job or blue eyes. Does that make you feel better in the inside is the big question? The idea of what is beauty has been stereotyped and creates an emotional and mental damage to self and
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someone had broken into his house once before. My feet made me pause by the kitchen as I heard something coming my direction. My body quickly spun around before seeing Mister Lennie’s Pitbull standing behind me. Her body was skinny and weak, and her eyes were transfixed on my basket. With a sigh of relief, I took out a roll and handed it to her. She sniffed the ball of wheat before gently taking it from my hand and limped back down the hall. As I went to follow her, something tight quickly wrapped
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constant sound of dripping against the concreate caused my eyes to flutter open. I waited as my eyes began to focus to the dimly lit surrounding. I noticed a pipe just a few inches away from where I was laying had been leaking. The leak must have been there for a while because the now once shiny pipe was now old and rusted. I looked around to see where I was and how did I get here? I noticed the tunnel that extended beyond the naked eye could see. I watched as old castle staged lights from the 1800’s
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wore, but eyelash extensions. Women are really getting in touch with their ultra feminine side by wearing these lashes. The good news is that the lashes produced today are better than ever. The lashes are very natural looking and really will make your eyes look gorgeous. How to Properly Do Eyelash Extension Treatment in Los Angeles California Even before heading to the spa or beauty salon for an eyelash extension treatment, it's important to learn about the type of extensions that are available. For
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