EDI: "Let's talk about it"

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EDI: Art and story writing 3

Hi class!! Choose one of the three stories posted (not the one your group wrote) and change part of it. Post it.

Story based on Renoir's The Lovers.
By: Paula, Emiliano and Franco.

It was a quite cold afternoon in the city of Pompeii. Garret and Jasmine, a young couple of lovers, were lying in the daisies field, a delightful place to spend a lovely time. They never thought they were going to end up together because of the distance that kept them apart, but since Garret´s family had moved to Pompeii, they could finally spend more time with each other.

-       I´m very excited about our wedding dear! Just think of me in precious white dress and you wearing your father´s suit.

-       Yes honey, I cherish that moment too. I can´t believe that our parents agreed to the wedding.

-       Yes, it was really hard to prove ourselves to them. However, I don´t know why, but I keep having the feeling that something will happen.

-       Don´t be afraid my love! Nothing will keep us apart. I swear I will always be by your side.

-       That´s very sweet. You´re the best thing that ever happen to me, and I can´t imagine living without you.

They went ahead planning the wedding. They were supposed to get married in two weeks. But they never thought what destiny has planned for them.

A couple of days later, Garet received stunning news…

-       Garret! What a lovely surprise! But tell me, what are you doing here? Why do you look so sad?

-       I have something to tell you, it got me by surprise. Yesterday, I received a letter from the military service. I´m obliged to attend the war. It´s compulsory for me and I must leave tomorrow morning.

-       No, no, please, tell me that you´re lying. Please, tell me that it´s a nightmare.

-       I´m so sorry. It is no dream, but I promise I will be back.

-       You promised you would never leave me.

-       I know, it´s killing me, but I have no option.

-       Please, don´t go! Let´s escape together.

-       I´m really really sorry! But, honey wait for me! I promise we will get marry. Don’t forget that I love you.

After Garret´s departure, the passing of the days started to be harder and harder for Jasmine. She couldn´t stand being away from him. That´s the reason why she started writing letters to him  expressing her anxiety and sorrow. Luckily for her,  an answer arrived to the post office at times and that´s how Jasmine kept her hopes alive.

-       Oh my love… this pain is killing me… If only this letter could bring you back… I need you as the air I breath

Every night she wore Garet’s suit so that she could feel that he was there with her….  

Through the passing of the days, she started to think that Garet forgot her…

As every afternoon, she was having a cup of tea in the hall of the house waiting for her love, when suddenly, she listened that someone with a strange beard was walking into her house… when she noticed that she knew that man, he was her true love Garet. She ran to him and with a passionate hug they showed how bad they had missed each other.

Pierre Renoir

-       I can’t believe you’re finally here! You don’t even know how many times I’ve dreamed with this moment! Oh Garet!

-       You were the light that kept me going through the most difficult times! Being here with you was everything I could think of!

-       I think it’s time to fulfill a little promise…

-       Yes, a little promise of marriage!...

EDI: Art and story writing 2

Story based on Pablo Picasso's The Absinthe Drinker.

By: Agustina, Natalia and Florencia

 

  It was a freezing autumn afternoon of December in New York. Jenny was an attractive woman in her forties. She had a young daughter, called Mary and her husband had died in a car crash two years before, and then she became depressed. Consequently, she became an alcoholic but fortunately she could overcome her problem after few months.

  She was reading a book when Mary arrived in order to give her some news.

Mary: “Hello Mum! How are you? I´m really happy to see you and I have some good news for you.”

Jenny: “Hello! Nice to see you. Tell me, please!”

Mary: “I have the possibility to travel to Africa and help people in need. I have been thinking about that for a long time and now I have made my decision.”

Jenny: “But Mary, Africa is a very dangerous continent to live in because they are in a terrible war!!”

Mary: “I know mum, but I love being a nurse!”

  They went ahead with the argument for a long time, but Mary was a generous and persuasive woman who finally was able to convince her mother. A few weeks later, Jenny received a phone call with terrible news.

Jenny: “Hello! Who is calling? Oh! Doctor John! How´s my daughter? Oh no! oh my god! What´s happen? What kind of illness is it? How long has she been like that? I´d like to visit her… I know that it would be really dangerous to do so but I need it!

  After this phone call everything changed for Jenny. She was feeling so terrible and lonely that she couldn´t resist the impulse to drink again. Her drinking problem got worse as time passed. However, she realized she needed professional help, she finally decided to go to the hospital. She was there for a few months but her treatment was not so good as she expected. Her health was so poor that she couldn´t recognize her daughter.

Mary: “Oh mum! Hello! It´s been such a long time! What are you doing here?”

Jenny: “Who are you?”

Mary: “Mum! I´m Mary, your daughter! I´ve come to see you!”

Jenny: “No, it´s impossible! My daughter died in Africa.”

Mary: “No mum! I´m here. It was hard work but now I´m fine. I have come to take you back home with me.”

Jenny: “What are you talking about? My daughter is dead.

Pablo Picasso

  Mary couldn´t believe what was happening. She felt devastated and wanted to see the doctor. He said Jenny was mentally ill and she couldn´t leave the hospital then. Mary couldn´t face up to the news and she came back the hospital room to take her mum home. Tragically, her mother had committed suicide by hanging herself with the curtains; without knowing that her daughter was next to her.

EDI: Art and story writing 1

Story based on CLAUDE MONET’s  “Ladies in the garden”. (1866)

By: Nerea, Mónica and Jorgelina

    In a far, far away countryside, during the 19th c., three women who were very different in personalities and ages were living together because their parents had died in a cart accident 5 years before. Besides being sisters, they were close friends and used to spend time together, having long chats, drinking tea and eating biscuits in the afternoons.

    One day, during one of those conversations…

ELIZABERTH: (talked anxiously) “You are not going to believe what happened to me during my painting classes last month”.

    Her sisters looked at her with curiosity and encouraged her to keep on talking.

ELIZABETH said: “I met him, imagine…, I was there, engaged in my activities when he came out of the blue. I stared at him. I couldn´t even move a muscle till he talked to me”.

MARY asked: “But, did you even talk to him?”

ELIZABETH: “Yes, of course, but after a couple of minutes”.

JANE: “What is he like?”                                                                                                   

ELIZABETH: “He is intelligent, self-confident, with strong personality but at the same time he is sensitive, he painted me a rose and for that moment onwards we met every single Monday in the square garden”.

MARY: “Oh! So gentlemanly he was!” “I have to confess something but it embarrasses me…”

BOTH SISTERS: “Come on! You can tell us everything”.

JANE: “What’s more, you have to tell us”.

MARY: “Well… Three weeks ago when I went to the library to return my novels I collided with a handsome and polite man in the entrance. My books fell all over the floor and I fell for him when he by chance touched my hand”. “He has the brightest eyes I’ve ever seen”. “He is good looking, tall and thin.” “He was well dressed and shared”.

ELIZABETH: “Have you met him again?”

MARY: “Yes, the following weeks when I returned to the library hoping to see him again, the librarian gave me a sheet of paper with a meeting date in the garden and a beautiful red rose”.

    The silence filled the room for a moment. Jane looked absent-minded.

ELIZABETH: “What happened to you?”

MARY: “You look worried and unhappy.” “We are having a great moment! Aren’t you?”

 JANE: “I’ve met a man too and he is similar to the one that you’ve described, he is nice and kind with me and he always gives me a rose whenever we met in the garden on Fridays”.

ELIZABETH: “No way!”

JANE: “He is the same guy who is trying to win our hearts. I don’t believe in coincidences (guessing)”. “All of us have received a rose as a present and we have dated him in the same place but at different times”.

MARY: “My beloved is Charles”.

JANE and ELIZABETH: “Mine too!!”

JANE: “We need to do something”.

    They wrote him a letter asking him to met Jane in the garden as usual. When he arrived the other two sisters appeared.

Monet's Self Portrait

JANE: (ironically) “Why are you hiding behind the flowers?”

    Charles tried to get away but the whole town was there and he had to face up to the problem.

    Since that moment on, nobody knows what has happened to him.

“THE MORE WE WANT, THE LESS WE HAVE”.