This is my 100th
post so I thought I would allow myself some frivolity by way of celebrating.
Images will yet again come
in handy in this free-writing venture. This time we will look at the painting
of a house in its surroundings. There is enormous potential for language production there for almost
any level and age of learner.
I will not use
standardised levels of knowledge as I am disinclined to label anything that defies
categorisation. I will simply make some suggestions for exploiting the image in
different ways in class moving from a
lower to a higher level.
La Casa Abbandonata by Carlo Carra |
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How many windows are there?
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How many windows can you see?
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Where is the house?
In a forest
On the edge of a forest
In the middle of nowhere
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Use some adjectives to describe it.
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big, old
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ruined
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abandoned
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solitary
with big empty eyes of windows
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decrepit
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fallen
into disrepair
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What is inside the house?
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Nothing
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I don’t
know.
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I have no
clue.
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I haven’t
got the foggiest idea.
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The
remains of old furniture
·
Overgrown
grass
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Emptiness
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What happened to the residents of the house?
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They
moved to another place.
·
They emigrated
to a more promising land.
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They grew
tired of isolation and loneliness.
·
They died
off.
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Say something about the surroundings.
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There are
lots of trees and bushes.
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There are
tall trees and thick green-greyish foliage.
Ø
Ask a question about the house.
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When was
it built?
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Is it
haunted?
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Will it
be inhabited again?
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You are allowed to add one item in this image. What would it be? Where
would you place it?
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A roof on
top of the house.
·
A swing
suspended from the bare tree in the left corner of the image.
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A stony
path leading to the house.
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What emotions do you experience when you look at this image?
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sadness,
discomfort, nostalgia, apprehension, fear
Ø
This was the first or the last scene in a film. Write the first few
lines of a character’s reminiscences of this house.
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We left
the city to live in the country for the rest of our lives.
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When father
passed away, mother could not face spending another day in the sprawling
unfriendly city.
·
The house
stood there with its arched windows boarded up – alluring and intimidating at
the same time. How were we to rid it of its past and make it ours? How were we
to efface all the remnants of its previous occupants’ lives still lingering
inside and outside?
Ø
You once lived in this house. What is your best or worst memory of it?
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My
brother and I raced to the top of the tree, and I always won.
·
Every
morning, when I opened the window, the sunlight would stream into my room
making everything bright and transparent, a minuscule wonderland.
·
The wolf
was right there on the doorstep emaciated and in dire need of food and shelter,
and mother’s hard-headed defence was in shreds. The wolf was taken in and
nursed back to health, but when the day came to let him go, …
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