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Paragraph about the Grand Column
The entrance to the exhibit stands a grand column. It caught my eye because it
was thick and short unlike most columns that are tall and thin. I soon realized that this
would probably be in front of a building. I also imagined it had been through chaotic
times. It could have been through the Dark Age, wind storms, destructive water, and
raging fires. It survived many years, but with battle scars. The surface is chipping, and
the colors are merged between light and dark beige. Red is on the lines standing out. The
designs are still beautifully intact which makes the artist live on forever.
Standing Tall
Me, just marble.
Carved with care,
Beautiful designs
Wonderful technique.
But a story lies here.
Thousands of years ago,
In the height of my time,
I lived.
Striking Athens, my home.
Culture thriving in the arts.
Leaving a mark on the world,
Including me.
But first my story.
Raging fires.
Rushing towards me
Engulfing me,
The heat suffocating me.
I resist. I stand tall,
Waiting for the fire to die.
Destructive waters.
Sky high waves crash on me,
Foam roams around me,
Salt scraping my sides.
I resist. I standing tall,
Waiting for the water to flow away.
Chaotic winds.
Swiping the world around me,
Leaving without a trace.
Then a war.
Destroying everything in its path.
Including my partner,
Aiding me with the weight of the building.
Shattered to pieces,
Terminated by the enemy.
I survive to see the future.
Joyful celebrations,
Engaging meetings,
Art blooming.
Until we fall,
Only remembered by our culture.
Unlike others I was recused,
The past to all, and
A reminder to all.
By Alonnie Johnson
The Terracotta Panathenaic Prize Amphora
The Terracotta Panathenaic prize amphora is a very large piece of art in a round
shape. The colors on this piece of art are orange/red and black. I think it is those colors
so it makes it easy to focus on the actual art of the vase, and not really the colors. Also,
since it is so old, the colors may have faded, and the original could have been different
than what we see now. I think it is both a work of art and has a practical function
because it is given as an award so there is a lot of thought and detail, but it also contains
olive oil, which was very valuable to the Ancient Greeks. This piece of art depicts men
running, which I infer is a marathon race because of the actions. I think that if you put all
of the pieces of this artwork together, it could tell a story, but not an actual or specific
real story. I think it conveys emotions, because you can see their muscles and them
running, so they are probably feeling determined and working hard.
Running For the Prize
I could feel the cold air hitting the bare naked upper half of my body as I whizzed right
passed them.
It felt as though I was getting whipped.
I could feel my face tensing up and my muscles bulging as I struggled to pass the other
racers.
I could taste the olive oil and knew it would be mine.
All I had to do was keep looking forward and sprinting ahead.
My mind could only focus on winning this valuable prize.
My short and heavy breathing started to become deeper and deeper.
My legs became numb and my knees felt weak.
My mind was racing and I could feel the beat of the feet of the runners behind me.
As my whole body starts to ache, my motivation keeps me moving.
With my hair messy and sweat dripping down my face, I could see the finish line.
I ran right through the finish line and collapsed on to the floor.
By Georgia Gordon
Terracotta Panathenaic Prize Amphora
I chose the Terracotta Panatheniac prize amphora. It is 24 and 5/16 of an inch.
The vase is black with an orange band. On the orange band, there are five runners painted
in black, which makes the runners really stand out. I think they are painted in black to
grab the viewers’ attention and to show that the runners are powerful. I think the prize is
depicting a story of marathon runners that are racing to the finish. I also think this
represents a marathon because you can tell the struggle the runners are going through as
they stride for the finish. This vase held olive oil and was given to the winner. This
might have been a trophy to represent how respectable and honorable the winner is, just
as olive oil is considered honorable. The runners’ thighs are muscular, probably
representing how strong they are. It looks as if they are leaping to the finish and are
fighting for the winning spot. This vase grabbed my attention because it was a large,
colorful vase (contrary to the statues) in the forefront of the exhibit.
n Urn of Honor
As the sun rose, I felt the warmth electrify my body.
My legs ached like a warrior during the final hours of the
battle.
Days passed.
I persevered through the lonely hours.
This was the moment.
As I threw my leg forward,
I was startled by the speed of my fellow runners.
The race wore on, the miles grew distant.
My legs turned into clay,
Melting to the ground.
My pace disintegrated, other runners fly by;
I was lagging behind, I reflected;
Long months,
Days,
Hours of sweat and pain.
Suddenly the aches in my legs were replaced with power.
It was as if I was wearing Hermes’ wings.
No longer behind, but now in sync.
The finish line soon appeared like a lightening bolt shot from above.
I was a warrior fighting for the title.
I broke past the finish.
My pride strengthened.
An urn of honor.
By Lucy Seavey
The Column-krater
The column krater was a medium size vase. It was made of terra-cotta and used
the colors red, yellow, and black. I think it was good that they used the colors red and
yellow because they added a sort of pop due to the fact that the other color was black.
Back then, it was used for a bowl where water and wine were mixed. Now a day, it could
be used as a statue in the middle of a living room or a place to put flowers in. Other
places I would see this vase would in a building were ancient artifacts are put such as a
museum. It represented wine, women and songs all together. The story behind the vase
was the return of Hephaistus. He was son of Zeus and Hera and was known as a divine
smith. He was born lame which resulted to Hera not wanting him. Later on, in revenge he
puts a throne on Hera that no one could release but her.
My Journey Home
For as long as I can remember
I have been roaming the roads trying to find my way back home.
After my own mother has casted me out of Olympus
my mind has been in turmoil.
But finally I have devised a plan
I will put a throne on my mother that only I can release.
She must pay, as I have done nothing to deserve
what she did
I have thought about my passage towards the
great house of the gods
having to bear all my belongings.
I am still unsure of how I will survive
as I cannot carry to much food.
My legs might feel like hay
and at times I might want to give up,
but as long as my heart is still beating
I will keep walking to finally gain revenge on my
mother.
By Camilla Mayol
Marble Relief of a Dancing Maenad
On a wall in the hallway of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Greek and
Roman section lies a beautiful sculpture of a dancing woman. It is a large piece that has a
variation of creams whites, browns and bronze. The cracks on this piece give it character
and complete it. The piece depicts a mythical woman (maenad) in a long stolla (dress)
who is doing some sort of movement. She is sculpted gracefully and is wearing an ivy
wreath and carrying a thros (fennel stalk) of ivy leaves and berries. Unlike many pieces in
this exhibit this artwork gives room for imagination. There are many stories and
situations that could be represented here. Emotion is conveyed through the woman’s
posture and the way she hangs her head. It seems that she is sad because she is not
smiling.
By: Amanata Adams
The Escape
Soft grass tickles my feet
Swaying back and forth
The circle closes
Into a huddle
Tip toeing I rush
With each step I am closer
Carefully looking around
For a secluded path
Quickly and hesitantly I run
Obscured from view
The trees engulf me
I know I can do this
But all too soon
I hear footsteps
Too close for me to run
I stop and turn around
Drooping my head
All the way back
By: Amanata Adams
Marble Statue of a Wounded Warrior
I chose to study the marble statue of a wounded warrior. He was tall compared to
the other smaller sculptures, and he was sized in human proportion. In addition, the
solider was made of beautiful beige marble that also had hints of grey and light brown, as
well. There were many dents and imperfection throughout his body, but the damage that
stood out to me was his arms, as each one had a large section broken off. This shows that
even though the soldier had major wounds, he was still pushing and fighting through
the pain and hardship. Also, I believe that he represented strength, perseverance,
courage, and confidence since he was holding up his arm, as though he was
making a fist. The warrior also conveys emotion, such as being proud, determined,
and unafraid of any dangerous challenges. He wanted to be the bravest of them all,
but unfortunately his life had been cut short.
By: Chloe Limpan
Wounded Warrior
My whole body aching, I grasp every ounce of strength in me
my heart beating fast and muscles slowing down
I still hold my head high
and my fist is raised in glory.
fighting in this battle for an entire decade,
this last year I am feeling like shattered glass,
all broken and about to fall apart.
Pushing through this hardship,
my thighs trembling every step of the way,
I do not think I will last any longer.
I wanted to be the mightiest of them all
but I am lost inside and almost without hope.
then I realized that I gave everything I had.
By: Chloe Lipman
Marble Capital and Finial in the Form of a Sphinx
The sphinx was a symbol of youth. It was a made up creature with wings, a
lion’s body and a woman’s head. It was painted with different colors like red and
was used to guard the dead. It was in shaped in an attack position with its wings up
and back flattened. It has a little smirk on its face and detailed muscles within its
two front legs. The sphinx scared people and has a special riddle. He was used to
guard Thebes and protect people from coming in and out.
By: Nikki Wellner
Sphinx’s Riddle
I will tell you a riddle
Not very long
No one has yet solved
I am very clever
It is hard for one to see
That the answer I must say
Is quite clear
I am scary to many
With my human head
And winged body
Although I am fierce
I am in danger
I am anxious
I am trembling
But my emotions
Must never show
For one may solve my riddle
Oedipus
I love doing what I do
Frightening people
If they do not get the answer right
But if he does
Answer my riddle correctly
I will plunge to my death
Gone from my home
And from everybody’s sight
By: Nikki Wellner
Marble Capital & Finial in the form of a Sphinx
In the Marble Capital & Finial in the form of a Sphinx, a sitting sphinx is
shown a top a grave. Like in the story of Oedipus, it is probably guarding its home
(ex. Thebes). This shows courage and bravery. The statue depicts a sphinx, or a lion
with a woman’s head. The full statue is about the size of a person, but the sphinx
itself is about the size of a feral cat like a lynx. It is beige and smooth, with some
roughness and dirt splotches from being so old. Her stance is not like a normal
animal sitting. She sits staring out into the distance, but is not fully against the
ground, making it easier to quickly stand and attack. This conveys suspense. The
overall capital is beautifully crafted, and would look great on top of a grave. Like it
did Thebes, the sphinx is protecting the dead.
By: Chloe Barbera
A Heart That Lies in Thebes
Determination filled my heart
My heart that lies in Thebes
It is my home
My people are happy
And no child, man, or elder
Can come in and take that away
Unless they solved the riddle…
Which no one ever has
Then they could enter
But I have no worries
Nobody will pass through-
Not while I’m still standing.
But the great Oedipus
He is the only one
He solved my riddle
He entered my home
He won’t be the last…
For my powers have all gone
And now I lie
My heart still in Thebes
A sphinx…
Who now lays alone and forlorn.
By: Chloe Barbera
The Terracotta Krater
The Terracotta Krater is quite large; it is as very simplistic object with only two main
colors: dark and light brown. It mainly has a practical function; it became a work of art
centuries later after it wasn’t being used for that purpose anymore. It depicts a sad, tragic
story of losing someone close to you. The action represented on the krater are giving and
grieving. Particular emotions that it conveys are sadness, depression, and distress.
An Archer’s Fight
War
Raging on
Hour after hour
Day after day
As I stand here, bow in hand,
Ready to fight,
To murder,
To defend,
To protect my fellow shipmates,
But still I watch each of them fall to the ground,
One by one,
And I cannot help but think that in a matter of hours,
That could be me
Unmoving, stoic, eyes open, dead on the battle-grounds
If I do not fight, and keep my stance, this is exactly what will happen
My future as an archer
By Cassie DeVera
The Terracotta Krater
The Terracotta Krater was an important monument that showed respect for those
who died. I think specifically for those who died in battle because there are many images
of chariots and women mourning on it. There is a dead body at the top of it and many
people surrounding it like a funeral. The paragraph under the sculpture told us that those
people were "mourners". All of the drawings on the object were tan, black, brown or grey
which showed that the setting if the scene was sad and that it was a moment of praise, but
not happiness. The monument stood around four to five feet tall. It had various lines and
patterns wrapping around it. The Terracotta Krater was placed on top of where people
were buried. It stood on a smaller and thinner object to "prevent the piece from exploding
in the kiln". Just from looking at it, I got to see how the women might have felt after
losing their loved ones in war.
Hopeless
I fought my hardest
Did my best
But it was my time to die
My mom, wife and daughter
All giving me their final farewells
Surrounded me
I was once a brave soldier
Who was defeated in war
And now I am a hopeless dead soul
It was hard to see my loved ones mourn for me
Many chariots lined up
People showing their respect
All for a brave soldier
A son, a husband, and a father
Me
By Camille Curtis
Final Farewell I miss them, my birds. They don’t know it yet, but the end comes too soon. They nuzzle up to me, burying feathers against my side, but the fever burns against them- slick, sweltering. this will be the last time. I danced with them in the summer heat, twirling, spinning, swaying— mid-afternoon. My hair was still dry, My body still agile. And the crickets? The insects? Green, vibrant. Not like now, when they hardly hum at all. These dried brown husks play my funeral march. The doves pull back- they understand why I no longer linger. I want to grasp on- no, hug them tighter!- but this is the end The beak
the nearest I pull it close hard beak smooth flesh a kiss goodbye They see My eyes Lower now Darker now I want- I need- I love- But They are shadows And they are gone. I dry my eyes, and head for the place- the place where no mortal can ever return from.