Today I See...: November 15, 2009

Malbeth the Seer Speaks!

This is an incense burner i'm making in art.the incense is not only burned ::in:: the box, it can also be stored in it.

i am quite proud of myself on this one.

This is my tea set: a huge assortment of teas in that sampler box - way more than just the kinds that came with it, sugar cubes (because sugar isn't as good when it's not cubular.), my fashionista mug, and a knife for stirring purposes.

Freshmen form their red earthy clay into coil pots, pieces of cake, and poorly-disguised bongs.

Pomegranate Green Tea this morning! (for cup one, at least. I drink about three cups every morning with Kian.)

Pregnant Joan and Bitchy Bre shirk their clay-forming duties.

This is Will, my journal. It is loyal and sturdy and always there to write in. And I write a ::lot.::

Kian, freshly groomed (by some cruel trick of fate, actually. He only went in for a trim, but his mother was in cahoots with the salon, and had them cut it ALL off!) plays a freshman's guitar in the band room. We spend a lot of time jammin' here... instead of going to class...

Amp.

Bass.

I remember being in marching band... I was there for a year. It was fun, I guess, but really not my thing.

Newspaper editors and writers get down to business.

It was Natalie's birthday! (She is Paige's co-Editor-In-Chief.) We had three kinds of cake and two kinds of chips! haha
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So Kian and I had to trash our band name idea - The Ragamuffins - due to the fact that it is apparently a derogatory term for black people. Hence, we are looking for a new name. We thought it would be awesome to nab a phrase from Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit and make that our name, and while we were at it, we decided to put some music to Tolkien's Middle Earth poems and songs. We may be called the Misty Mountains, or Malbeth the Seer, orthe Mewlips... idk what our fixation is with the letter M, but they're all pretty awesome names. And we love our geekdom - we only hope the rest of the boys will share in it with us.

The Best War Ever... This should be taught in history classes.

The story starts with a fun, beautiful sculpture I started with my Period One art class for a terrible project. The prompt was to - as tables - create a sculpture, which would then be revised by each class. Of course, that would mean that your sculpture would be drastically different by the next day.

My table created a surrealist playground, complete with children playing and a three-dimensional sun hanging by a string over the scene (not pictured.)

The lines were simplistic and descript, the shapes were creative and yet realistic enough to convey and idea.

The next day, We arrived in the art room to find that the other classes had not only changed our sculpture, they had completely thrown it out and REPLACED IT with a badly-constructed black whale. We were fuming. We were CRAZY. We wanted revenge. But it would not do to seek and equal revenge... instead we would be fair, and continue to add on to their sculpture... by terrorizing it.

There is the whale... with a fish in its mouth... bleeding from the head and eyes.

That is a harpoon through its brain.

Note that all shapes are made of paper.

These are the ghosts of the children in our old sculpture, dancing victoriously on top of the defeated whale.

I take a lot of pride in the detail involved.

Oh... they also made a snake coming out of the water. So we decapitated it. (It was already in two pieces anyway.)

Meanwhile, other tables were creating thought-provoking, well-constructed pieces of art like this.

When we returned the next day, it was clear the other classes were not there to play. Intense healing had already begun on our prize whale.

Even the snake was recuperating. The people had been removed from the whale's head.

There were a few scars, but essentially the creatures were unscathed.

This little addition tickled me pink. At least, in this little battle, we all maintained a sense of humor. Had the project not been discontinued (because of our battle, of course!) our table would have made a pirate ship throwing a net over the whale and aiming all cannons at the little dinghy with the activist in it.