Thursday, October 16, 2014

keepin' it real/reel


2 New Posts this week:  Share your thoughtful answers to 4-5 of the Dan In Real Life questions.  Shoot for about 250 words.  Include an image.




Do a second New Post answering the following questions about your preferences in movies.
  • Tell us about your favorite movie and why you like it.
  • Tell us about the kinds of movies you don't care for usually.
  • Tell us about how often and where you usually watch movies.
  • Tell us about what you need for movie viewing (environment, food, company, etc.)
  • Tell us about what this survey says about you.
  • If my life story was made into a movie...
Include images in this post also. Thanks!

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

through the window


Create a New Post on your blog today with one of the Window Poems you created in your journal during class--either the poem about the view out of your own chosen window OR what you wrote about the view through the window of Edward Hopper's painting of the yellow house.  You could, of course, post both.  Feel free to add to or revise.  Include at least one image.


Here's my example...As you can see, I didn't follow directions and wrote about the view looking into a window (my neighbors'!  creeper!) rather than out.


Window Poem:  On the Birth of Alex C.

I see chili pepper barstools
through the kitchen window
of the house next door--
barstools I wouldn't have chosen
but a dining table I might have
and a pantry I envy.

The man of the house
ducks down quickly behind that table,
shielding himself from the glow
of my headlights, but I still see
he's in only his tightie-whities.

Tonight the lights are still on
long after my neighbors' normal bedtime.
New babies always disrupt schedules,
change lives completely.

Melting ice drips from the gutter
above the window onto mounds of
lingering, dirty snow on the driveway
between our two houses.

Shiny balloons float above the table
heralding congratulations upon
the family's new arrival.
A new mother leans for a moment
against the kitchen counter
trying to catch her breath.

Works by (and inspired by) artist Edward Hopper






Choose one of the 4 paintings by American artist Edward Hopper we studied in class this week and write a piece of at least 200 words inspired by it.  You might do a short fiction piece or a personal narrative or maybe even a long narrative poem.  You can refer to your lists of sensory details and other thoughts in your journal entry completed in class for ideas.  Please create a New Post on your blog  by the end of this week with your writing and include the painting, too.  Thanks!

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Poems for Paintings from Artist Profile


In a New Post on your blog please choose 2 pieces by the artist you profiled and write a narrative poem of at least 10 lines for each. 

A narrative poem is one that tells a story.  It doesn't need to rhyme.  You could tell a made-up story inspired by the painting, you could tell a story from your own life the piece makes you think of, you could make up a story about the subjects in the painting...You could connect your two 10-line poems or let them stand on their own. Try to include vivid, sensory details and rich, interesting word choices.  You might even try to include a poetic device (like alliteration, simile, repetition, etc.) if you're comfortable doing so.  Please include the piece of art you are writing about in your post.  Give the post a creative title.


ALSO:  Jessica and Marissa are looking for artwork and writing for a student feature page in the next issue of Kickapoo's magazine.  If you have drawings or poems or photos or stories, get them to one of these girls or Ms. Orman in room 201 in the next day or so.  Maybe something you've written or created during our time in this class or in your journal?

This is the last week of first quarter!  Be ready to turn in your journal on Friday, 10 October with 20 new full pages of writing.  Any page with the Hello Kitty stamp was already counted toward the last check.   I'll be posting final grades at the end of this week, so if there are pieces you haven't posted for whatever reason, please do so by Friday.

We will be moving on to MUSIC as our subject of inspiration as we head into 2nd quarter...

You all are such fun to work with!  Thank you for giving your best and being so open and kind.

XOXO  Mrs. Fraser

P.S. The image in this post reminds me of the underpass to the Greenway Trail right by my house near Wanda Gray Elementary...Have any of you seen where a spelling-challenged individual spray-painted the declaration "WOLVERENS" really big across the concrete wall?  Graffiti FAIL.  There was a really beautiful piece of professional graffiti (an artist was commissioned to do it) there for a while of a quote by one of my favorite poets, e.e. cummings, in artistic letters:  "It takes courage to grow up to be who you really are."  It got painted over.  Grrr.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

(pillow) talk

Create a New Post on your blog and include your writing connected to the drawing of a pillow we looked at it in class on Monday.  You might include your haiku, but also post a longer bit of prose.  Try for about 150 words at least on this one.  You can copy and paste the image from here, and if you'd like to, you can leave a comment on this post.  I've included some writing I did below.


Dream Marks on My Pillow by Ana Lancu
Last night before bed, I stepped out onto the front porch while Booker T. raced with a predatory growl towards the woods behind our house.  I waited for him to return, a triumphant skip in his step telling me all was safe and sound thanks to him, and from there on the front steps I noticed there was no moon out, or at least not one I could see.  A few stars dotted the sky but the yard was darker than usual and my big black dog crept back up beside me almost camouflaged.

I had been thinking of her off and on all day--my sweet Nanny who left us in June--and another round of loss swept through me there...no moonlight only made me miss her more. I scratched Booker's ears and cried, soft so that no one would hear, as if anyone was listening at that time of night.

I'll never be a little girl again.
I'll never see her shrug her shoulders
the way she always did.
I'll never see her handwriting on a
letter in my mailbox.
I'll never see her listening with interest
to my little boy's chatter the way she
always delighted in whatever I had to say.
I'll never see her again.

Ryan let Macauley sleep with us--a real treat on a school night--and with puffy eyes I slipped into the tiny sliver of our king size bed left for me, my son's now long legs tucked in close to mine and my big black dog in a ball at my feet, my husband miles of blankets and pillows away. Our room was dark and warm and I read only a few pages of my book before I floated into sleep.

And then, she was there...standing on my front walk, reaching out to me with a piece of paper in her hand.  He was there, too, a few feet behind her and to the side in dark blue jeans and the striped shirt he had on in their only picture with Macauley when he was a baby.  I grabbed her and squeezed her and cried for her to stay.  She just stood there and let me, still holding the paper.

I blinked and turned to see the numbers on the clock pushing me to start another day. I stared at the ceiling, making myself remember seeing her, knowing how dreams come and go if you don't commit them to long-term memory...like so many days I spent with her or spent not with her...they just slip away.

I could have cried in the car this evening when I told Ryan on the way to dinner. He said maybe it was a sign but he didn't say of what.  If I cry for her again tonight, will she be there on my front steps when I close my eyes?

Haiku:

When I close my eyes
she is standing on my sidewalk--
she knew I missed her.

art\walk


In another New Post on your blog, post some writing connected to the art print you chose to study during our discussion in the front lobby of KHS on Tuesday.  Try for at least 250 words. 

Tell us the story from your own life it made you think of, write a critique or vivid description, write a long poem or several shorter ones inspired by the image...whatever you want to come up with. 

Include an image, too.  If you can't get a photo of the actual print on your post, just choose another one online that has the same feeling or look.

Have a wonderful weekend!  Thanks for all your hard work...We'll be back in the lab on Monday for you to finish up anything you don't get to today and add another post.

circles {of life}

I hope you enjoyed the process of coloring the printed mandala designs in class on Thursday.  Mandalas are important to a variety of cultures, faiths and schools of thought...

You can create some interesting mandalas at this site.  If you click on the asterisks, there is more information about the different elements.

Leave a brief but thoughtful comment on this post answering one or more of these questions:
  • How or why do you think art could be used as therapy?
  • Can you think of other pieces of or types of art that are connected to certain faiths, disciplines or movements?
  • What elements/symbols did you include in your own mandala?
  • What role does art play in your own life?
  • If you could be any kind of artist, what would you be?  Why?