This is another post I would have liked to have put up in June before we left, but was unable to get to.
Not my fault, this one.
EM's art teacher cancelled the last art class, so we couldn't pick up her portfolio before we left. I just got ahold of it yesterday at the first class of the new year. And well worth the wait it was. EM had epics to tell about how she did this, and why she chose that. She wondered where on earth we were going to find the room to hang it all up on the walls. If I were a better mother, I might have shared her concern. As it was, I told her we'd pick one piece--the best piece--to frame and display in some later to be determined place of honor on the walls.
Which piece is still a matter of some debate.
Which would ya'll choose?
The story goes: this husky comes to school one day to take her on an adventure to the arctic. It's funny 'cuz I spent half of last winter writing half a book about a kid who leaves school one day, and heads out on an arctic adventure.
She was all like, "Eh? Per-wah-huh? I just thought the flowers turned out nice."
Which they did! But look at that pineapple! It has some depth!
Messy and chaotic as it is, I still think this is far more interesting to look at than the finished product that ended up in the show.
......get it?...with the rounding out?....and the scupture?....in the round?........anyway.....
Her teacher broke her leg--apparently, quite badly--'long about mid-January. So, for the entire second half of the year, she had a substitute filling in. The particular speciality of this substitute happened to be ceramics and sculpture. So the kids got to spend a lot of time working with clay that they wouldn't ordinarily have gotten to do otherwise.
EM loved it. The polar bear candleholder with the blue bow tie is kind of cute. But I can't help it, I like her drawings better. I was glad to hear her regular teacher say yesterday that while she might consider to do a bit with clay again this year, she can't do much because she doesn't know much about it, and she doesn't have access to the kiln for firing.
Yey! Sharpen those pencils baby! Make me proud!