A Sunday on La Grande Jatte

by Seurat, Georges (French, 1859-1891)

What is the picture of? The scene on a sunny day of Paris life, all of Paris life. Who is the child (with Parent?) in the middle looking out?

Notice:

• The light on the grass
• The monkey and the woman fishing -signs of anyother meaning and the La grande Jatte afterdark
  
• The only part of the painting that is not covered in pots or dashes - the white child in the middle of the picture. Giving great impact.
  
• The upright statue like figures frozen
• The shadows don't match the trees
  

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Push

She said I don't know if I've ever been good enough
I'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
And I don't know if I've ever been really loved
By hand that's touched me, well I feel like something's gonna give
And I'm a little bit angry, well

This ain't over, no not here, not while I still need you around
You don't owe me, we might change
Yeah we just might feel good

(Chorus)
I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted, yeah I will, I will

Well I will

She said I don't know why you ever would lie to me
Like I'm a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt ya
And I don't know why you couldn't just stay with me
You couldn't stand to be near me
When my face don't seem to want to shine
'cuz It's a little bit dirty well

Don't just stand there, say nice things to me
I've been cheated I've been wronged you,
And you don't know me, I can't change
I won't do anything at all

(Chorus)
I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will
I wanna take you for granted, I wanna take you for granted, yeah I will, I will

Oh but don't bowl me over
Just wait a minute well it kinda fell apart, things get so crazy, crazy
Don't rush this baby, don't rush this Baby, baby

(Chorus)
I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will
I wanna push you down, well I will, well I will
I wanna take you for granted, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna take you, take you, yeah, well I will, I will, I will, I will
I will, I will, I will, Yeah, yeah, push you around,
I'll drag you down, I wanna push you around
Well I will

5 Thousand times

Missing in action
Gone, Ended, no coming back, no wishing it back, no fixing it, gone, done

DIED

Innocence's didn't help. The chemisty was relentless, ordered and inevitable.

DIED

What is life that it can be gone in a moment?
She does not live on in our memories, we just remember.

AND SHE IS DIED

I have spread my dreams beneath your feet so please tread carefully as you are treading on my dreams

Henry David Thoreau

Thought is the sculptor who can create the person you want to be.

Henry David Thoreau