I took El Toro to do laundry with me. I luckily am signed up for the laundry service, “busy bodies”, that picks up my laundry every Tuesday and drops it off every Thursday. There are six times throughout the day on both Tuesday and Thursday that the delivery truck comes to pick up my laundry. I happen to do my laundry every Tuesday and Thursday right after our english class at 11:15. I take my laundry out with my fellow classmates, Dara, Andy, Arielle and Danny. Here is a picture of me and El Toro taking out my laundry.
Art means nothing
Art means everything
Art is something we rely on
Art is something we look to as inspiration
Art is inspiration
Art is the w h o l e kitchen sink, cleaned.
Art is from within
Art stems from our surroundings
Art lies beneath the sprinkles that top my frozen yogurt
Art holds to the trees as the leaves fall during autumn
Art is our surroundings.
Art is writing
Writing is art
Writing is blah blah blah
Writing is personal
Writing is public
Writing is cut outs of words pasted onto a blank piece of paper
Last night I was with my friends and I noticed that on one of their facebook pictures, I found TORO!!! I don’t know where T got toro from… but i’m pretty sure this is the same Toro as our class Toro. This picture was uploaded to facebook last week and this picture looks as if there was candy or something inside TORO previously to what he is filled with now. I wonder if T got toro from a garbage can or from a store. Where did Toro come from? I think I found his prior life to our classroom…..
I love to design things for my sorority. It’s weird, I actually have an obsession with it! I’m always looking to make a new zip up or a new tee shirt. It’s almost like my own form of art. I can do whatever I want on these shirts and design whatever I feel like designing. Below are some of my things that I’ve designed! I’ve realized that even though I am not a true artist in the sense that I can’t draw that well, my collaging and my designing make up for my lack of my drawing artistic ability.
I can see why my parents took us to the lake every summer. The green water reflecting the blue tint of the sky. The aquatic plants exotic looking and foreign on the banks by the sand to me. Though, the water looked murky and king of gross, but I went in anyway most of the time. The cold always sent shivers down my spine and the sand always felt weird. But then i got used to it, like most things in life. The cool water no longer felt cold as i made my way in, down to my shoulders. Then my chin, my nose. I was almost completely submurged.The waves splashed my face.
written by Rachel, Andy, Arielle
Another member of the Dada movement who inspires me is Jean Arp. Arp was a sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artists. He was actually one of the founders of the Dada movement in Zurich. He broke with the surrealist movement to find Abstraction-creation. Arp’s work appeared in the first exhibition of the surrealist group at the Galerie Pierro. Art received the grand prize for sculpture at the venie biennale.