Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
Bio
I started writing when I was about eight years old. I love to read and I also love to create. As a writer and an artist, I want to share the things that I have learned and experienced. Genres: Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and history.
Stories (125/0)
Diego Rivera:
The challenges Diego Rivera faced as a Latin American artist are not unlike the challenges that artists have faced throughout history around the world. It is important to note that Rivera was adamant about being truthful in imagery and stated that he had "been in conflict with those who wanted me to paint not what I saw, but what they wished me to see".
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Humans
Fantasy:
For as long as I can remember, I have been devouring books. By the time I was ten I had already read Shakespeare, Dickens, Alcott, Wilde, Tolkien, Lewis, and the list goes on. The story that I recall with great detail from that time is the fairy-tale “The Selfish Giant” written by Oscar Wilde. I read it many times, along with a few of the other fairy tales, including “The Happy Prince” and “The Nightingale and the Rose.” At that young age, I was touched by these stories and would cry at the end every time. It wasn’t until I was an adult and read them again, that I could see the masterful imagery and profound meaning rich with religious principles and the opportunity for redemption.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Humans
Chain Reaction:
The red potato pressed against the grater gradually shrunk as thin slices landed on the cutting board below. In anticipation of a scrumptious meal, several potatoes were quickly sliced and rinsed. Abruptly the slicing stopped as the long blade sliced into the tender flesh of one of the fingers holding the potato. Potato released in that microsecond when the brain registered the pain and the crimson blood beaded and streamed down the finger and into the palm.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Poets
Ariadnae and Tanwen
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. And as far as Ariadnae knew, dragons were a myth. Until they weren't. Ariadnae stood on the marble-covered veranda overlooking the immense apple orchard as the sun slowly crested over the horizon. The trees were covered with pink and white blossoms. A gentle breeze snatched up petals drifting them high above the canopy to fall slowly down like snowflakes blanketing the ground.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Fiction
A Message for Noah
Once upon a time, there was a little boy, Noah, and his sister, Faith, who lived in Heaven a very long time ago. They lived there with their family waiting for the day when they could be born and live on earth with their mom and dad.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Families
Landart and the Sublime
Landart and the Sublime "Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: grey and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm." This famous scene from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring conjures images of terror and magnificence along with the great strength of a single man confronting the Balrog, a servant of the dark. Tolkien put in words that which we have difficulty understanding while in the moment of experiencing the sublime. As a professor of English language and literature, Tolkien knew what literary theorists had designated as the sublime. It is also likely that Tolkien was equally knowledgeable about the sublime in art. He may have seen John Martin's The Great Day of His Wrath (1851 - 3). This painting, the third in Martin's Judgement Series, depicts St. John The Divine's fantastic account of the Last Judgement given in Revelations. Confronting the Balrog and the great storm of His Wrath are expressions of the sublime. While literary theorists and art historians have leaned toward terror and magnificence, there are others that have looked upon the majesty, wonder, and beauty of our world in awe. Often experiencing a profound mix of emotions and engulfed in the wonder of it all we find ourselves contemplating our place in this vast world and the universe. Land Art is an extension of the sublime depicted in literature and art to an actual experience of the sublime in nature.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Earth
For the Love of Aurora
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, the King and Queen desired to have a family. Their names were King Stefan and Queen Leah. They ruled the kingdom together, caring for the needs of their citizens. Yet, every evening before retiring, they would talk of the day that they would be able to care for a son or a daughter. It would be many years before their desires would be fulfilled.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Fiction
Music of the Soul
Stephani and her little family came to visit one last time before moving to Clovis, NM. We had spent the past year getting to know each other, a reunion that I had not anticipated since she was born. Twenty-eight years later, mother and daughter reunited. She and her family were coming to go through boxes to find everything I had on my pregnancy, correspondence with her adoptive parents, pictures, etc. We found lots of little treasures in one box that seemed to have a mixture of artifacts from my life that had nothing to do with each other. Layer after layer was extracted and examined. Tiny piles grew into larger piles as we determined the nature of each item. At the very bottom of the box there was a Ziploc bag with gold medals from music competitions that I participated in as a teenager living in Indiana.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales2 years ago in Confessions