
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
My Earliest Poems
"Ocean"
The ocean is a whole new world
waiting to be discovered
No one knows
except the ocean's creatures
what treasures wait inside
With parades of fish
and a sea of salt water
the ocean is like the sky
"Why do they stay here?"
the sand might ask
"Because we must stay together,"
the ocean replies
and crashed against the sand
whispering stories about its life
"The Tiger"
The tiger jumps down from the hill
His hope
and lands in a sea of roses
His unhappiness
and scampers away from his dreams
Fishes swim down Moonstone creek
ignoring the treasure that most long to seek
The crabs look underneath rocks
Everyone is silent, no one talks
Dragonflies soar, looking up above
A small green branch is carried by a dove
They finally give up, toads and one gup
when the sunset brings sorrow 'till tomorrow
"Up in the Hopeful Sky"
Up in the hopeful sky
cloud women dance
Doves fly with graceful speed
The horses stomp and prance
But farther up
stars twinkle bright
when the moon shows its face
to say "Good night"
*I wrote these poems in 5th grade.
The ocean is a whole new world
waiting to be discovered
No one knows
except the ocean's creatures
what treasures wait inside
With parades of fish
and a sea of salt water
the ocean is like the sky
"Why do they stay here?"
the sand might ask
"Because we must stay together,"
the ocean replies
and crashed against the sand
whispering stories about its life
"The Tiger"
The tiger jumps down from the hill
His hope
and lands in a sea of roses
His unhappiness
and scampers away from his dreams
Fishes swim down Moonstone creek
ignoring the treasure that most long to seek
The crabs look underneath rocks
Everyone is silent, no one talks
Dragonflies soar, looking up above
A small green branch is carried by a dove
They finally give up, toads and one gup
when the sunset brings sorrow 'till tomorrow
"Up in the Hopeful Sky"
Up in the hopeful sky
cloud women dance
Doves fly with graceful speed
The horses stomp and prance
But farther up
stars twinkle bright
when the moon shows its face
to say "Good night"
*I wrote these poems in 5th grade.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Interpretive Model
For this project we had to choose one word from our Folded Field project and create a model based on it. I chose "continual." We created our model out of foam core, cutting about 30 separate layers and then gluing them together. Each individual layer had to be cut before it was glued. The "void"(or space cut away), not the model itself, was to show the interpretation.
My model is very mathematical. With each successive layer more foam is cut away. My idea was to create a continuous spatial sequence that would ideally extend to infinity had I included more layers. It resembles an escalating staircase. If you study it closely you can see that the void and model are inverses of each other.
Folded Field
We were given an image with a grid of lines which we translated onto another sheet of paper, making the lines solid, dotted, or dashed, and with varying line weights. Then we had to make three cuts in the paper and multiple folds along the lines to transform it into a "folded field." Lastly, we were to include three words describing our manipulation of the paper. Mine were "continual," "collapse," and "displace." The idea was to create a "spatial sequence."
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