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Art glorious art!  Oh how I love my job!  Children, Art, Children, Art...throw in a little nature and I am in heaven.  I recently curated our annual art show for the students and after weeks of labor and months of planning it went off without a hitch.  Here are a few photos to celebrate its success:
The picture above is an example of some of the children's seasonal explorations
And here is a sampling of a classroom space study, complete with a collaborative robot and solar system...
 In this picture you can see both our study of watercolor media and the powerful immergent project of worry dolls that evolved over several months in the studio.  Each doll is accompanied by an original story from the artist.
 These are a few of the self portraits and interviews we did using water soluble oil pastels.  Every child in the school made one and I compiled yearbooks using their photos, portraits and interviews to sell at the show.
 Here is another angle of the space display...
 And here is a photo of the Autumn door we created as a mural in the style of Tony Ortega, 95% of the artistry on this door was done by children aged 3-5.  How great is that!
The school spent several months learning about Egypt.  Here is a sphinx that we made with the help of my dear friend and sculptor, Amy Laugesen.
 And here is the pyramid and palm trees we made during our Egyptian immersion.
 These are some of the beautiful oil pastels created by the students
 and a few more surrounding one of the murals we made with Tony Ortega this year in the studio.
 And this captivating piece of art was done by my budding resident artist BODHI who is also one of the students I get to work with...can we all say "PROUD".
And here I am moments before the show.  Proud of the show but my greatest reward is that if you ask any of our students if they are an artist they will say YES without hesitation or doubt.  They are celebrated, inspiring, creative artists and I hope that truth will plant itself deep in their hearts and continue to grow throughout their days.

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Traci Hendrix Hart said…
This is SO WONDERFUL! How wonderful that you have tapped, and nurtured, the creative spirit of these children! Amazing, all of it!!!
May 16, 2011 at 7:58 AM
Wind said…
I am completely inspired!!! I am going to get some black (construction?) paper or something similar to create frames and I want to cover the walls with Cedars art! She will love it! Thank you honey!
May 19, 2011 at 11:22 PM
ProfoundAlchemy said…
"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales."





— Albert Einstein
May 20, 2011 at 9:48 AM
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