Personal Narrative: Stepping Into My House

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Stepping into my house is very different from stepping into my room, because there are different decorations. Upon entering my house there are many religious pictures, pictures that depict the Mexican culture, and even the aroma is also very distinct from my bedroom. Looking at how some of the old furniture stands out reminds me of when McPhee stated, “I stepped up into a kitchen, and went on into another room that had several overstuffed chairs in it and a porcelain-topped table, where Fred Brown was seated, eating a pork chop” (96). Once stepping into my room a person will notice how I have various lights around the room and how I usually have relaxing music playing in the back ground. I’ve been told that once stepping into my room it makes …show more content…
The art projects that I’ve made are landscapes, music artists, and super heroes as well as villains. The landscapes I’ve painted are mostly uninhabited places such as a small island, forests, and deserts. These paintings give off a sense of relaxation and one can almost hear the animals who call the place home. A particular painting I made depicts a superhero and a villain battling along with the disaster they are making. By looking at the paining someone can practically hear the smashes and crashes of all the objects falling. Some replicas of famous artworks I’ve acquired are The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh, The Scream by Edvard Munch, The Son of Man by Rene Magritte, and Café Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh. All these art pieces are framed with thin, but very elegant and nicely decorated corners. The art pieces are all very vibrant with colors. Some of these art pieces give off a rough looking texture. By observing the Café Terrace at Night painting one can hear the faint chattering of the people in the quiet night. I have multiple lights around the room I like to turn on from time to time to admire all the artworks and to be able to see every detail the paintings have. Ever since I was young I’ve always liked to draw and color on my free time and I still really enjoy doing these activities. People say my room looks like an art gallery, because of the …show more content…
One’s values can vary from what their parents and family member’s value, such as mine. Walking into my house and then stepping into my bedroom the environment is completely different. Objects can be simple and small or complex and with great size, but it’s the value it has to the person that makes it meaningful. When stepping into my bedroom someone can say it resembles an art gallery by seeing all the art works, colorful posters, and my family portrait. By looking at the different posters I own one can infer that I enjoy all types of music. Looking at the paintings that are on the walls someone can infer that I am a creative person and that I value creativity and by taking a look at the big framed picture of my family they can get the idea that one of my morals is spending time and that I value love and affection. It easy to find what someone’s interests are by just taking a look at their surrounds in their houses or

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