Chinese name
Hans Bellmer
Foreign name
Hans Belmer
nationality
Germany
occupation
Art painters and sculptors
Major achievements
The founder of the magical realism movement.
Character evaluation and character course style mainly affect TA theory.
Personality assessment
Hans Bellmer, a German painter and sculptor, became famous not for his paintings or sculptures, but for his photographic works of dolls, which showed a nihilistic and decadent life sentiment in his hands.
Character course
He grew up in a strict Christian family, and his father was a talented engineer and a "tyrant". Hans and his brother Fritz were suppressed by hatred and fear. At the same time, mothers give their children rich love. In this way, Belmer pursued a family environment and love for the world under the oppression of strong opposition to authority. (including toys and children's playground) [1]
At his father's insistence, he worked in an iron and steel factory, and then passed the exam to obtain the qualification for university entrance. However, Bermer has been in Poland for 22 to 23 years and managed to produce some works of art and exhibitions. These works of his led to his arrest. While studying engineering at Berlin Institute of Technology, Bermer met john heartfield, Rudolf Schrichter and George Gross. 1924 Bermer dropped out of school to become a book printer, and then drew illustrations for Malik Publishing House. That winter, Bermer went to Paris for the first time in his life.
doll
In 1933, he continued to resist the rejection because he was signed to work under fascism. In order to show that he turned his back on fascism and the aesthetics it spread, Hans Bellmer began to build a three-dimensional doll for girls, which consisted of pornographic photos.
1934, some of his works were published at his own expense, and others appeared in the surrealist magazine' ‘leminatoure', which established Belmer's important position among surrealists in Paris.
From 65438 to 0938, Hans Bellmer moved to Paris and worked as an intern with Max Ernst near the AIX concentration camp in Loehmueller, where World War II broke out. While being expelled from the concentration camp, Bermer gave up his German nationality and fled to castel in 194 1 and married his second wife in the same year. During the war, Bermer did not paint, and gradually formed a unique abstract style.
1943, "LibrairieTrentin Belmer" held his first solo exhibition in Toulouse Bookstore. Followed by many international surrealist group exhibitions.
In the post-war era, Bermer successfully rendered the illusory dream color in subconscious sex, completed accurate work with the master, and quickly supplemented the influence and aesthetic feeling of stylism. In Belmer's mature later works, the craft is more perfect, but the eroticism is more obvious, partly because death is the opposite of desire.
At that moment, I grew up with excellent composition. In my study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Writing a composition is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. Have no clue when writing a composition? The following is the excellent composition I have compiled and grown up at present, which is for reference only and I hope it will help you.
At that moment, I grew up and my composition was excellent +0.
Maybe it grows as fast as the wind, maybe I can remember a casual expression, action and words of others.
I remember when I was six years old and in grade one, the most crucial final exam was approaching. At that time, my mother would accompany me to review until midnight every night. The birds outside the window have returned to their nests, the cars in the street have gone home, and people have fallen asleep. I am very confused in my heart. It's getting late. Why should I review? My mother seems to have guessed my doubts and said to me earnestly, "Son, you don't study for your mother, but for yourself, and you will have a bright future." I nodded thoughtfully.
On the day of the exam, my mother got up early and prepared a big breakfast for me. She told me not to be nervous during the exam and just try my best. It doesn't matter how many points I got in the exam, what matters is whether I have made progress or not.
My mother's words inspired me deeply. I'm not so nervous in the examination room. I tried to recall and answer questions seriously. After the exam, I got the fourth place. Although I didn't get the first place, I don't know how to improve. When awarding prizes, I saw my mother smiling with relief under the stage. I found not only her smile, but also wrinkles around her eyes and forehead and heavy dark circles.
The wind messed up her hair, but my young mother was a little old, all because of her meticulous care and dedication to my family. At this moment, my tears flowed down. The moment tears crossed my cheeks, I grew up and realized that I should be sensible.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 2
The seedling can't stay in the greenhouse all the time, but it must bravely accept the baptism of wind and rain before it can grow into a big tree. The baby eagle can't stay in the nest all the time. It must fight bravely in the sky to become an eagle. And my mother says every day, "When can I grow up?" When can I grow up?
I woke up and heard grandpa's voice again. It's the third day that mom and dad are not at home. After breakfast, when I opened my textbook and read it aloud, I saw an illustration in the book, which showed a mother holding her daughter. I watched, and suddenly my eyes filled with tears. I can't read any more. When will my mother come back? I really want her to hug me like this.
Mom and dad are not at home, and the bustling home has now become deserted; The original three meals a day, three dishes and one soup are now a bowl of rice and one dish; I used to hear my parents' nagging every day, but now I don't want to hear it. I really miss my parents.
I called my mother, and she said she was very hard now, but she was trying to get out of bed and get around, trying to get well and get out of the hospital early. I said I would be good, have a good class and do my homework carefully so as not to worry her.
On Saturday, my mother was finally discharged from the hospital. As soon as I heard the door open, I rushed out. I saw my father holding my mother and her mother holding a baby in her arms. He blushed and slept with his eyes closed. He looks cute.
Mom went back to her room to rest, and I followed her. I want to see my brother. My mother said that my brother was too young to sleep with milk. I reached out and gently touched my brother's sleeping face, only to feel that I had a brother and I was a sister. My shoulders suddenly have a responsibility of being a sister, and I will take good care of my brother. At that moment, I grew up.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 3
When I was a child, my father bought me a bike. I was so happy that I finally got my own bike.
That morning, my father and I came to the badminton court to practice cycling. First, my father put on his hat and tied his knee pads for fear that I would fall. I tried to ride a bike, and I felt very good, without any problems. I galloped bravely and happily on the badminton court. Do you know why I rode my bike so fast for the first time? You may laugh and cry when you say it, because I later installed two small wheels. The rear wheel of every children's bicycle has two wheels. As I grew older, my father asked me to remove the wheels. I thought it should be simple. As soon as I came up, I found it was wrong and fell with a bang. Fortunately, I brought knee pads, otherwise I would definitely get hurt. Afraid of falling down again, I don't want to ride.
Later, my father's constant encouragement made me regain my confidence and continue to try. My heart has been uneasy and my skills have improved a lot. In the middle of a sentence: "Where there is a will, there is a way." I continued riding my bike and said to myself, "Come on! Wen Yuxuan, you can do it. " I will succeed this time. The faster I walk, the faster I walk. I finally learned this kind of bicycle without small wheels. My heart is happy and proud! I don't think you should give up easily when you do something, but you should go forward bravely and persevere!
From that moment on, I felt I had grown up.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 4
There will be a turning point in a person's life, from childish to mature.
That moment is a sign of your maturity.
After the monthly exam, my mother saw that I was tired of studying and was afraid that my nutrition was not good, so she improved my food. When I went to school in the morning, my mother said, "I will eat jiaozi tonight and come back early." When I came home from school and opened the door, I saw at a glance a plate of watery jiaozi on the dining table. I put down my schoolbag and ran to the dining table, eating delicious food. My mother smiled at me and looked at me. After a while, my father came behind me. Touch my head. Is jiaozi fragrant? Mmm, it smells good! There's your mother's blood and meat here! I froze, and jiaozi, who had eaten half, couldn't swallow any more. I grabbed my mother's hand at once. I seem to see my mother.
My mother took the band-aid's hand. Suddenly, my eyes were full of tears, and an unprecedented feeling flooded my whole body. I understand that this is blood-related pain and blood-related love. For fifteen years, I have been bathed in the sunshine of love and have never felt it.
When I was a child, I didn't understand my mother's concern for me. My mother has a high fever and her face is red. She refrained from telling me and took some medicine herself. As usual, I let my mother do this and that, and let her play outside with me, buy me food and watch TV. I didn't realize that he was ill at that time. I should care about her and greet her.
I am filled with sadness and regret when I think about it. My tender shoulders can't seem to support your love for me. I realized it was not too late. I think I have grown up.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 5
On an afternoon when the north wind roared, I walked alone in an empty street. The wind whirled around me with leaves. Dark clouds are gathering, as if to hit my head. I'm in a terrible mood, like falling into a trough I've never seen before. The scenes of the exam were replayed in my mind, because of a momentary negligence, I failed to make it to the top three.
I went straight to the park and sat down on an empty bench. The park is as bad as my mood: the young trees are blown out of spirit. Where are they? The grass also clings to the ground tightly, and the vitality of the past is gone.
Suddenly, a plant in the corner caught my attention. That's a bunch of wild chrysanthemums. At this time, she is fighting against the wind and rain. When a flower breaks down, there are thousands of buds and arrows, which quickly occupy the surrounding ground and leave no chance for the wind and rain. He never imprisons himself. He is free to open flowers and put them freely when he has incense. This one refused to wither for a long time, and the other one opened as soon as it steamed out half its face. Clusters, clusters, as if to show all his vitality. Although I didn't know what it was at that time, I always felt that there was a kind of germination in my heart. I can't help thinking: life is not like this, how can it be all the way? Very calm, very smooth. But when you are in storm warning, you have to cut through the thorns and go forward bravely. It may leave regrets, but it is also a ebb and flow, and surprises will always blossom and bear fruit in the cracks. Try to overcome difficulties, and try to solve problems. Don't take the predicament as the true face of Lushan Mountain, the flower of success is waiting for you on the other side.
After the storm, the sun came out of the clouds again, and the young people in the sun showed confident smiles. He has grown up.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 6
In the third month after entering junior high school, the history teacher assigned us two history class representatives an arduous task-changing our homework.
At first, I thought it was easy to correct my homework, but when I finished correcting the tenth book, I began to have a headache. Some fill-in-the-blank questions have different answers, and we don't know if they are right. Some are ticked and some are crossed. Another problem is that some people don't write their student numbers, so we can't register our homework at all. We can only check the names one by one.
Here, I have lost the ease and pleasure at first, but the task given by the teacher can't be completed, so I have to grit my teeth and insist on completing the remaining fifteen homework.
It seems that it is not easy to be a representative of history class!
When I switched to the back, I found that someone had an empty question, and it was a big one, which made me feel the urge to tear up my homework. The teacher only assigned a fill-in-the-blank question and a multiple-choice question. Some people only wrote multiple-choice questions, some people only wrote half of the fill-in-the-blank questions, and some people didn't write any questions. Should we tick or cross?
I'm still a little sad to see that the time for changing homework is taken up one after another, but it's worth sacrificing these hours for the class.
I finally finished correcting fifty homework assignments, and I suddenly felt a strong sense of accomplishment, because we completed a very arduous task, which was a rare growth test for us!
Through this incident, I feel that the teacher is also very tired. It is really hard to change a lot of homework and prepare lessons every day. Therefore, if you are still sleeping in class, it is really inappropriate to draw little people and talk.
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It turns out that it is extremely difficult to change homework once, and it is very worthwhile to realize the teacher's hard work and difficulty. The little author can hold on to his teeth, which shows that he is growing.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 7
Everyone has a childhood, and many things that happened in childhood are always unforgettable. We grew up in these little stories.
I remember when I was eight years old, there was a new member in our family, my brother. Because my father drives to work and comes back several times a month, my mother takes care of the house alone. I was a little confused at the time. I always feel that I want whatever I want and do whatever I want, and I never consider my mother's feelings.
Until one day my mother went on a business trip and left me and my brother at home. At first, I felt fine. I can play games and watch TV with my brother, but after a while, he wants this and that and cries from time to time. At that time, I was bored to death I thought, why is my brother so difficult to manage?
From that moment on, I felt that my mother was not easy. I also think it's time for me to grow up, and I shouldn't be so stubborn and willful as before. I should be rational.
So, I cleaned up my house and washed my face for my brother, all in vain.
When my mother came back, I saw the house in good order and my brother alive and kicking. Praise me: you have really grown up! I am very happy.
From that moment on, I decided that I must learn to be independent. I shouldn't ask my mother for help in everything. I also want to study hard and keep growing.
From that moment on, I really grew up. Let's study hard and repay our parents when we grow up!
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 8
On the eighth day of Lunar New Year's Eve, my parents and I went to the cinema to watch the long-awaited movie Hi, Mom. Laughter and crying make my heart restless for a long time. At this moment, I thought for the first time: What is real growth?
The film begins with the heroine pretending to be admitted to a famous university. Her mother was unfortunately involved in a car accident. When the heroine collapsed, she accidentally crossed into her youth-1981year. So the film begins with the clue of "making mom happier".
My heart was shocked when I saw the heroine realize that her mother had crossed back to 198 1 just like her, and tears rolled down her cheeks, recalling all kinds of past events with her mother.
After entering the fifth grade, I feel as if I know everything. I began to hate my mother's nagging and always thought of various reasons to refute me. Seeing the stories in the movies to reflect on themselves, people are trying to make their mothers happy through their own efforts, but I am just the opposite. At this moment, my mother's care, love and encouragement came to my mind. For the first time, I realized how wrong it was for me to repay my mother's selfless love in this way. My face burned and tears welled up in my eyes.
From now on, I am determined to make my mother happy through my own efforts.
Maybe some people think that being able to buy things independently is to grow up; Some people think that they grew up alone at home; Some people think that if you fall, you will grow up if you bravely climb up.
And I, at that moment, understood that knowing how to be grateful and doing my best is the sign of growth.
At that moment, I grew up. Excellent composition 9
People always grow up in joys and sorrows. -inscription
Maybe people are like this, at least I am. Always cherish when you lose it, and know a lot.
When I was a child, I always thought that everything around me would never leave me and would grow up with me. I have been immersed in happiness, and unconsciously it was the day I graduated from primary school that I found that everything around me was gradually leaving me-dear teachers and lovely classmates.
On graduation day, our class was quiet as never before. Only the teacher's voice wandered sadly in the classroom and flowed into the students' ears until the students' tears fell quietly, and finally they cried. Separation is just around the corner, and a thousand words converge into one sentence: "The road is still very long, so we must go on strongly and happily."
I wanted to cry too, but I didn't cry. I just stared at my teachers and classmates and silently thought: there will be no more today, and I can't go back to the past. The familiar campus will eventually be unfamiliar, and the lovely classmates will eventually be unfamiliar. Let me cherish this moment. I feel this teacher-student relationship and friendship quietly, so kind and warm.
Looking at the campus gradually blurred in sight, at that moment,
My heart suddenly gave birth to the feeling of growing up, which inexplicably turned into an irresistible power, making me swallow my tears firmly in my stomach.
Life is like this. People can only grow up after countless joys and sorrows.
At that moment, I grew into an excellent composition.
The sunset at the end of summer sprinkled on a tree through dense pine needles, as if jumping, sparkling and full of vitality.
When I stepped into the school after the lunch bell rang, I smiled and said hello to the teacher, only to see the teacher looking at me meaningfully. I was a little at a loss, so I had to hurry back to my seat. I heard it was about the shift change. My heart thumped and I gave a wry smile. I didn't expect to be laid off so soon and step down in less than a month. Alas, pathetic. I turned my face away and didn't want to pay attention. I just pretend to study hard and accept it as peacefully as possible, even on the surface.
Soon the teacher came to inform me of the news. There is comfort in her eyes, and her language is euphemistic, just saying that our department is suitable or not. I accepted it calmly, just like drinking a cup of warm water, as if I had never served it or been removed. I'm a little sad, a little.
After the teacher left, I looked out of the window in a daze, watching the white clouds slide from one side of the blue sky to the other, watching the birds spread their wings and fly to the end of the sky, watching the people in the opposite teaching building frolicking and reaching for the jumping sunshine, and the warmth spread to my palm. My sadness seemed to be diluted and my heart filled up again. At that moment, I grew up, learned to face failure calmly and learned to be responsible for my life. I learned responsibility for the first time, learned the meaning of the word responsibility, learned the bitterness of failure, and enriched my soul. I believe that when I grow up, I can meet setbacks with a smile, not to mention my future life. No matter how long and dark the road is, I can bravely go on, shed a cocoon into a butterfly and grow up in an instant.
At that moment, I grew up! Not the growth of age, the precipitation of years, but the transformation and sublimation of the soul, and greet my future with a brand-new attitude!
At that moment, I grew up with an excellent composition 1 1.
Since I had a little brother, I feel mature.
One afternoon, my mother went out to get the courier, and only my brother and I were still sleeping at home. Shortly after mom went out, a cry broke the peace. I rushed out of the room at once and came to my brother's bed. Keep coaxing him until he stops crying.
My brother is gradually waking up, but his mouth has been whispering, asking for mom and dad. I said: mom will go out for a while, and my sister will dress you up, okay? My brother sobbed, so I looked for clothes and socks in the drawer for him. I found it all. I took the clothes and helped him put them on.
Suddenly, I remembered that my brother's diaper had not been changed! I quickly went to find the right diaper again. I'm relieved. I'm exhausted. But I tried my best to change that smelly diaper slowly.
I dressed him in underwear and pants. I didn't expect him to cooperate. It's not as difficult as I thought. I didn't want to help him put it on before! When all the clothes were put on, my brother jumped out of the room and I showed him cartoons in the living room. He and I watched them with relish.
At the end of the cartoon, my mother came back. She was surprised. She came over, touched my brother's head and said to me, did you help him wear it? Great! You have grown up. Warm in my heart, I helped my brother dress and change diapers for the first time.
Yes! I have grown up and can help my mother do more things!
At that moment, I grew into an excellent composition 12.
Last night, I slept well and woke up in a good mood. After reading in the morning, I played with my sister for a long time. I think my mother offered to cook before she started cooking. My mother said that rice was boring and I could only cook.
I took a colorful tomato and washed it. "First cut it in the middle, dig out the pedicle of the tomato, and then cut it into slightly smaller pieces." I cut the tomatoes into pieces under the guidance of my mother and put them in a bowl for later use. Then I took three eggs of different sizes and put them on the chopping board. I picked up the eggs and knocked them on the edge of the bowl. The eggshell cracked and the egg white and yolk fell into the bowl together. The sudden success cheered me up. I knocked one after another. Then, it's time to stir the eggs. I picked up a pair of chopsticks and stirred them in one direction in the bowl. I cut a small piece of onion and put it in a bowl full of eggs.
Everything is ready, except the east wind, and the hype is about to begin. I first put a small amount of oil into the pot, then turned on the gas valve and lit the fire. When the oil in the pot is hot, I pour onions and eggs into the pot. As soon as the egg was poured in, it made a "squeaking" sound, and I suddenly hid aside. After a while, I leaned over again. My mother picked up the pot and waved it around to make the eggs evenly distributed. I want to try it like my mother, but the pot is too heavy and too hot for me to lift at all. My mother asked me to turn it over, but I didn't dare, so I had to let my mother turn it over for me and finally put it on the plate.
I put a little less oil in the pot, put the tomatoes in the pot, turn them over with a spatula, sprinkle some salty salt, then pour the scrambled eggs in and turn them over a few times, and the delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes will be ready. At that moment, I felt that I had grown up.
Eating scrambled eggs with tomatoes made by myself feels delicious. I learned to cook, and I can help my mother cook in the future!
At that moment, I grew into an excellent composition 13.
Everyone has a moment of growth, and can't be a child forever. Growing up is not only the growth of age, but also the growth of mind, so am I.
When I was a child, my home was close to school, so I walked home by myself. One day, I came home and saw a beautiful doorbell there. I thought, this doorbell must have a nice sound. I thought about it and went home.
The next day, I had a holiday. I looked at the doorbell again. My heart itches. I can't help moving forward. I want to press it, but I'm afraid of scolding it. I finally held back. I pressed it three times when I went out to play in the afternoon. I was taken aback and panicked. I ran quickly to the corner. I heard a creak and my heart plopped.
Later, I had to press it every day when I passed there. One day, I pressed it, but I was caught running. I quickly untied it, but it was too late. The brother opened the door. He said in a gentle voice, what's the matter, little friend? I quickly said, I want to find someone, someone who keeps ringing our doorbell. Have you seen him? He said: no, no, but there is another person who rings our doorbell. He is so annoying. Every time he interrupts my rest, I have to take down the doorbell so that he won't play tricks.
I'm ashamed. When I came to my brother's house, the familiar doorbell disappeared. I went into my brother's house and shouted. My hands have been shaking. I said, I'm sorry, brother, but I'm the one who rang the doorbell to disturb your rest. Sorry, I won't press it again. I looked at my brother. He kept smiling and said nothing. He nodded and said that it would be strange not to press me in the future.
At that moment, I grew into an excellent composition 14.
After school, my mother rode her electric donkey and took me home as usual.
Sitting in the back seat of the car and leaning against my mother's back, I always take a nap, but today is a little different. It seems that the electric car is not as comfortable as before, and my mother keeps sighing. I was puzzled and asked my mother, "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Oh, it's all my fault. I forgot to charge yesterday, and now the car is running out of power. " Mother kept blaming herself, began to use her feet to support the car and struggled to move forward. The first two times, her mother began to breathe heavily.
I looked around and found that we had already ridden to Yixian Bridge, only two stops away from home.
"Mom, stop, stop, I'm getting off!" I said distressfully.
"ah? Can you push it? Forget it, let's walk home together. " Mom said and shook her head.
"No, I grow up, I will be strong! Mom, sit down! " I can't help but say that I tried my best to push the trunk of the electric car to run quickly, and the wind blew from my ear.
"How's it going, Mom? I'm good!" I said proudly, but my mother didn't answer me. She turned her back on me and just kept nodding.
At that moment, I felt that I had grown up and I had to take care of my mother. I can take care of her, too. Somehow, my sore arm stopped hurting, and my home is not far ahead!
At that moment, I grew into an excellent composition 15.
Growing up, for what? Memories are still sweet Looking back at memories, growth is at that moment.
Growth belongs to everything. Young birds, reptiles and even branches are growing.
I can't remember that day clearly, but that moment is as clear as a mirror.
In the early morning, the sound of reading through the clouds with sunshine slowly ended and the sky gradually brightened. As soon as the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom like arrows. Only three people were depressed and heavy-hearted. Because of something, the teacher called me and my deskmate out to talk alone.
The atmosphere was unusually low, and the teacher spoke with disappointment and expectation, but not criticism, but advice. I know my mistakes, and the teacher can turn a blind eye, but the teacher often doesn't follow the routine and gives me unexpected surprises.
I don't know if my numb heart has moved, but I think of the dribs and drabs of teacher education. I looked up and saw that the teacher was still persuading me. My mind is blank, my heart is tight and my throat is choked by something. My nose is sour slowly, my hands are clenched, my teeth are clenched, and tears are rolling in my eyes and falling slowly. Seeing the teacher in the dim light, I choked up again. I want to say, but I dare not. There are contradictions in my heart again. I could see the teacher's expectant eyes and finally stammered out a few words: teacher, I was wrong. I will study hard in the future. The teacher was stupefied and smiled with relief. At this moment, I suddenly felt grown up.
Grow up, that moment!
The illustrations in primary school textbooks are not smooth, and children are blind when they watch Dog Licks Girls. How should teaching materials be supervised? I think the Education Bureau should strengthen the prevention and management in this respect, severely crack down on the occurrence of this kind of behavior, severely punish illegal and criminal acts, and let everyone see the consequences of illegal and criminal acts.