I found an interesting strategy in Image Grammar that allowed me to further practice imitation as well as using brush strokes. The strategy provided me with a fairly basic urban legend and asked me to embellish it. I tried to effectively utilize specific nouns, specific verbs, appositives, prepositional phrase, and adjectives out of order in my sentences.
Image Grammar by Harry R. Noden
Chapter 8: Story Grammar and Scenes
Strategy 2: Build Visualized Scenes with Urban Myths
On a muggy July night, Carl silent and somber wondered down the main street of Shade Creek, Colorado past McCreedy's Funeral Home. He sauntered past the open door, hearing the sounds of funeral music and noticing his friends crowded in the entry. An icy tingle crept down his spine, and he is driven toward the commotion. Carl entered a large room, the parlor, and thought it was peculiar that no one noticed him. He waved hello to Anne Collins, his ex-girlfriend, but she did not respond. Anne upset and unnerved did not even look at him. Carl then saw his friend, John Harlow, and tried to have a conversation with him without any luck. John stoic and proud walked over to the casket. Carl trailed behind John and looked into the Oak coffin. He observed his own face smiling at him. His blank eyes wide open gazing into his very soul.
Image Grammar by Harry R. Noden
Chapter 8: Story Grammar and Scenes
Strategy 2: Build Visualized Scenes with Urban Myths
On a muggy July night, Carl silent and somber wondered down the main street of Shade Creek, Colorado past McCreedy's Funeral Home. He sauntered past the open door, hearing the sounds of funeral music and noticing his friends crowded in the entry. An icy tingle crept down his spine, and he is driven toward the commotion. Carl entered a large room, the parlor, and thought it was peculiar that no one noticed him. He waved hello to Anne Collins, his ex-girlfriend, but she did not respond. Anne upset and unnerved did not even look at him. Carl then saw his friend, John Harlow, and tried to have a conversation with him without any luck. John stoic and proud walked over to the casket. Carl trailed behind John and looked into the Oak coffin. He observed his own face smiling at him. His blank eyes wide open gazing into his very soul.
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