October 16, 2010
Critique Day
These are the sculptures other people did for our first project. The only requirements were that it had to involve a natural object and be supporting some form of a plane that was 600 square inches.
This one boggled my mind, a 3D M.C. Escher, I have no idea how she planned this conceptually....
I really liked the movement and flow of this one, made by a friend of mine
Sam's piece. check him out
Note my teacher in the background in the green, holding his daily "Orangina", which I'm pretty convinced is actually a screwdriver...
closeup
Another mind boggler
I don't know whose this is but it was sitting in the classroom and I love it and want to buy it from whoever made it.
This one boggled my mind, a 3D M.C. Escher, I have no idea how she planned this conceptually....
I really liked the movement and flow of this one, made by a friend of mine
Sam's piece. check him out
Note my teacher in the background in the green, holding his daily "Orangina", which I'm pretty convinced is actually a screwdriver...
closeup
Another mind boggler
I don't know whose this is but it was sitting in the classroom and I love it and want to buy it from whoever made it.
October 13, 2010
The Song of Wandering Aengus
My favorite poem, shown and recited to me by Miss Kelly Behm
The Song of Wandering Aengus
by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
by William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
"There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly" by Jeremy Holmes
I will be owning this VERY soon. Incredible illustrations and layout. The book lies in the old lady's stomach AND AND AND whenever you turn the page HER EYES CLOSE!!!
90's night
MOLLY came!
Anthony was upset because he was the only one who dressed up for the occasion
and Kaoru finally decided him and his whiskey weren't too cool to hang out with us
90's night. FIN.
Anthony was upset because he was the only one who dressed up for the occasion
and Kaoru finally decided him and his whiskey weren't too cool to hang out with us
90's night. FIN.
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