In contrast, the outside is more hectic as shown by the pedestrians and dogs trying to escape the traffic. In addition to the crowded street with more cars “one [is] apparently broken down with a man kneeling to fix it” thus providing an example of workers active in the work field. Essentially, the content of the art is not only provided by the actions of the passengers, but also by what is shown in the crowded busy street. Considering this painting depicts everyday life encourages people to go out and seek a product lifestyle. In other words, it opens their mind up to a different perspective of the current circumstance.
There are not much details showing there. There is a big box with a name on so it should be a shop. Big stroke lines is using here so the passenger are represented by the dark shadows. The background of the street is using big stroke line to show, so the whole background is blur. The dark shadows are getting blur towards the side of the painting, showing passengers ultimately are merged into the background.
On top of having small spaces many people do not park straight and often hang over into other making a tight space even tighter. To add to it the area between car not in parking spaces is incredibly small likely resulting in what happened to my car. I would like to know what can be done about this incident. Also I would like something to be done to this parking lot to make
As the car was in motion on the way to where I would be staying I rolled the window down. Something other than the tall green grasses and canopy trees caught my attention. I finally started to see some scattered buildings, hotels, and restaurants. The city started to seem more urbanized, that wasn 't the only infrastructure that I saw, more was yet to come. As we went deeper into the rural areas the buildings disappeared and the sidewalks started to become more deteriorated.
As you pass you see a cardboard sign with the writing asking for money in the corner of your eye. In addition, to his unpleasant smell, long beard, and messy hair it seems he is invisible. So many people pass by him still they walk on with their day as if nothing even happened. They just look at him with either pity or disgust, and even both. Often times, people experience things in their life that often force them to lose everything and live out on the streets, or many times it is by choice that they live on the streets.
The sign’s “original coat of white paint” is streaked with rust from the rain and snow. The image of corrosion from the city conditions indicates that the city life corrodes people’s will. The image also displays how Lutie Johnson might end up in the city as her confidence and comfort is taken away by the wind and the city. The sign also has a “dark red stain like blood”. The vivid color of red indicates the severe effects that the city has on people.
Mead walks along the empty streets as the city seems to be silent due to restrictions but only one can guess. Society has also cut many programs like cutting the police program, “the police of course, but what a rare, incredible thing; in a city of three million there was only one car left.” the strong dystopian connection really shows by a oppressive society places many hard restriction and many job cuts as shown by the police force being cut to one car, but this is not the only thing that has been taken by society in this story. Society has also taken away individuality as everyone lives the same social life. Everyone is inside by Eight o’clock, everyone watches tv at the same time, and everyone gets their fresh air from a machine on their front door. Well Mead still had some unique bone left in his body and society thinks he’s a crazy person for it.
I observed rush hr wich lasts for about 2 horus . Even though I was not in traffic it was still very frustrating because drivers were very impatient. They were beeping their horns and the traffic was just moving horribly slow. The buses were also in traffic and they were letting people off of the bus early because it was taking them a very long time to get to the actual bus
At dark shadowy intersections, I could cross in front of a car stopped at a traffic light and elicit the thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk of the driver-- black, white, male, or female--hammering down the door locks. On less traveled streets
As my head laid against the car window, I saw the old, rickety, metal sign that spelled Cemetery. Driving through the premade cement path. I got out of the car, and stepped onto the hard pavement. A slight, cold breeze drifted through my hair as I walked to the group of people I called family. Getting closer I saw the unimaginable.