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Q1-Advanced Art- Lisa Kang

This year, the advanced art class separated into 3 different groups, Passing, Middle and FAS. I was in the middle group because I enjoy doing art but I am not as dedicated to fit into the FAS group. According to which group you were in, the assignments varied. One assignment typically takes up two weeks therefore the work should be nice and polished.

Since I took advanced art last year as well, I was able to use previous skills in my art work this year as well. There were five assignments this quarter that explored different mediums of art. Although the mediums were different, most of my work was based of of childhood memories. I wanted to put a piece of my past into my current work because these memories were times that made me happy and that was something that I wanted to express. This quarter, we did plenty of sketches and drawings but we were also able to paint and explore other mediums.

I am most proud of my self portrait because I think that it is very similar to the actual picture that I based it off of. I enjoyed using and furnishing my drawings with pencil skills. The portrait gave me the opportunity to explore shading and hatching. I was surprised that it it did not take long to complete the portrait but it still looks amazing because I had this class last year as well.

I look forward to the art work that I will have to do next quarter because I know that there will be a lot of variety. I hope to further improve my art skills and to just have fun as well.
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Wynn Geary Quarter One Art Portfolio

I've never thought of myself as an artist, I've always seen myself as a designer, I can make things look good on the computer but I've never liked anything I've drawn. Only recently have I come to terms with the fact that the 2 are not mutually exclusive, you cannot have one without the other. This year everyone is expecting me to produce artwork that will get me into the top art schools in the country and while I have no hope of producing anything as nice as the other students that will be applying, I am trying to get better. 

My work is clean simple and modern, inspired by Art Deco and the WPA design movements. Recently My work has been driven by the beautiful works of Always With Honor and Vitra. I also have an un/healthy obsession with mountains.
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Q1- Edgar

This quarter I had several new experiences and was able to use several different mediums to create art. I was able to finish my first ceiling tile ever. I knew I wanted to paint something that would require a lot of effort. I challenged myself by not using the projector to trace my image but instead I took measurements and drew a grid to be able to sketch the painting onto the tile before painting. The tile took me all quarter to complete and which is probably why its the best of all the other art I had create. This was my first time painting anything and I think it turned out pretty good. Another new experience was carving a jack-o-lantern. I decided not to carve all the way through the pumpkin because of the detail that would have to go into it to make it recognizable as Danny DeVito. I knew I would not be a fan of self portraits but I think getting to use chalk pastels would be fun so I decided to use as many as I could. I am glad that I used mediums outside of regular pencils.
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Q1 Art Portfolio- Mendez

​Artists Statement 

My art is influenced heavily by how I feel, and different pop culture references. I combine the styles, creating my own, unique art pieces, mostly sketches. I see art as something people should enjoy, without any strict rules, which is why I consider my art a bit laid back, mostly in the manga style, which is where a lot of my drawings have been inspired by.

The other half comes from what happens when you take pure insanity, and try putting it on paper.

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Albarouki_Q1 Artwork

​My art this Quarter is a mixture of adversity, aspirations, loves, and dislikes. With a use of vibrancy in my color choices, and simplicity in my execution, I've created something that has made me feel accomplished. Jumping from painting a cat on a ceiling tile to cutting out bats, and from drawing the feeling of anxiety to drawing an abstract portrait of my friend, I believe that I've grown up a bit with the stylistic decisions I've made. Externally, I am content. Internally, I am exhilarated. There is a belief that I have when it comes to creating my artistry… never think, just do. Being creative should never be daunting, it should feel like an Autumn morning, chilly and sun-filled. Enjoy!


Link to work: https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1gjSia1-x3zkRu-0vDSakpEbTsWY9kBLtW9_3F0I4lMc/edit#slide=id.g42068809b_043
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Jade's Quarter 1 Art Gallery

This quarter I completed four art projects. First I paired up with my friend Rosalie Swana and started sketching out a sample for the ceiling tile we created. She wrote out the Arabic word for peace (the word/phrase also means other things thats just paraphrasing). After we stetted it on the paper and had it approved by our art teacher we transferred it onto the tile and started painting. Truth be told I didn’t do much other then painting, and touch up colors.


After that was finished I free-hand painted a sunset over water. Without and real purpose other then to paint a killer sky. After about forty minuets I somehow painted the sky to appear like it was bleeding. At the time it really spoke to me and came off as beautiful, although the longer I look at it the less beautiful and more garish it comes off.  Another thing I created was, one sharpie sketch of Jack Skellington’s face. The original idea was to use that completed sketch as a stencil to carve my jack-o-lantern. Later on in the process of putting the stencil on my squash I realized that it was way too small, and the stencil walked all the way up the sides. That combined with having to cut the top off made it seem completely unrealistic to carve that on the squash. Instead I just carved a star on it free-hand. I thought that it would look nice, and would be fairly easy to fix if I carved it too small. 


After that I was supposed to sketch a self portrait. Although I didn’t do that I did take a self portrait. The picture is grainy and its obviously not drawn, but it is black and white and I figured that was better then nothing. The real reason I didn’t sketch the portrait is because I can’t draw faces, or even humans really. So I just gave up before I started. 


Really the only thing that inspires me for my visual art is what I see and feel in the world around me. I guess the reason I can’t draw people or their faces is because I try not to look at them while I’m out in the real world or on the streets. Not because I dislike people or have an issue with noticing them, but really because so many people in the world can only see themselves and the people around them, so I try to look beyond that and see the things around everyone. Seeing the background makes everything seem less chaotic, and more simplistic, so I try to zoom in on that and use interesting colors to make them stand out as much to everyone else as much as they do to me. 


https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/presentation/d/1ndMAASBQorg1G9yj0ZUgDBfYeEPLgKoZqwgN0PxGlhw/edit?usp=sharing
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Collins Q1 Artwork

This quarter of art went so great. I am so proud of this work that I have done. I have put so much effort into everything. For my ceiling tile piece, I chose to paint a camera. It look over a month, working in and outside of class periods. I had to buy paint for myself to make it perfect. I wanted it to look perfect and it took me a long time before I decided that I could be proud of it. I love cameras so much. I think that they capture things that the fast paced city doesn't take time to see the beauty in. I have taken so many images of people. They are what inspire me the most. I like to study people and how they move or look. I find that people who are different have the most important stories to tell. I like to tell their story through a beautiful photograph.
This quarter I really tried my best to draw. It feels very unnatural for me. I don't feel like it is my chosen media and I am infinitely more amazed by my photographs. No reason to not shake it up sometimes though.
I was able to experiment with self-portraits this quarter. I find it hard to take photographs of myself because I don't believe they are beautiful as the pictures I take of other people. I am just not my muse. Other people are though, they inspire me. I am not inspired by my own appearance. I felt like I needed to tell a story about who I am as a person, through my photo. I didn't know where to start so I went with my goofy, craziness. It felt the most natural, to be silly in front of the camera. It is so much easier to not be serious.
I had a very good start to this school year in art. I hope you agree.
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Nia Q1 Art

This quarter, I was excited to be in another art class to further improve my skills in drawing with pencil. Before that, however, I had the opportunity to paint a ceiling tile to add to our lovely art room. A common theme I saw with all of my drawings was that I was very into drawing people and human-like figures and body parts. These types of creativity are seen and represented in my jack-o-lantern design, my choose-your-own-drawing, and my self-portrait, all drawn in pencil. Please enjoy my artwork!
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Quarter 1: Advanced Art - Ceiling Tile Project

In Quarter 1 of advanced art we had a lot of freedom to express ourselves through different pieces of art. Thats the beauty of art itself, being able to create or recreate anything possible. There was multiple assignments where we could express ourselves through art in which we chose to make. During the process of these tasks, it was hard to figure out what exactly I wanted to do and how I could do it to the best of my abilities. My art could be for anything and everything. Myself, or no one at all. Art is the best way to express yourself and take your time in putting as much effort as possible, good or bad work its all in how you chose to represent it. My favorite piece artwork was the ceiling tile because not only do I love to paint but that was an opportunity to recreate something that has a representation of a strong meaning. 
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Q1 Art Portfolio

I didn’t think I could draw when I first joined this class, but I wanted to learn. I realized that all you have to do is try, because if you don’t then you will never be able to draw. You need to put in at least some effort for your work to look somewhat nice, but you need to put in a lot of effort if you want your work to look amazing. My father can draw and so can my uncle, and I wanted to be able to do what they do, which is be able to express their thought and feelings through pictures. 

I would have to say that my favorite piece of work from this quarter were my ceiling tiles, because I worked very hard on them and they came out looking great. The hardest thing for me though was the drawing that we got to choose. It was hardest for me because I decided to draw the eiffel tower and it it is very detailed and complicated, but when I finished the drawing it looked almost identical to the eiffel tower. 

I am excited to see what assignments we will have in Q2 and how much more they teach me about art and expressing my feelings through drawing and painting.

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Adam's Quarter 1 Art Gallery

As an artist for "E-Band's" class, I enjoy expressing what my mind visualizes. As I stare into space in class, my mind visualizes images, and those images I make become a reality. Below you’ll find beautiful collection of artwork through different mediums. The design of adam’s artwork is set to inspire others to be creative and imaginative with expression. As you scroll through, you’ll find artwork that represents individuality, objects, and architecture. 
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Q1 Art Assignments

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I find art to be a therapeutic way to release inner feelings through the various mediums.  I believe that art should be a statement of what you are passionate about. We are all unique individuals with diverse opinions, values and standards.  We are all unrepeatable and I express myself through my sketches and strokes.  Everything I made, I put a little bit of myself into it which helps me relieve stress and feel free to not on by anyone else’s standards.  My art is for me and nobody.  If I cannot be happy with my own individuality, I will not ever be happy.  Art is the perfect outlet to be free in your thoughts and turn them into visuals.

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Molly Olshin- MP-1

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During these 10 weeks, we've had a lot of time to create. From charcoals, to watercolors, i've enjoyed this learning experience. The assignment I enjoyed the most was painting the ceiling tile, and also seeing everyone's together and how it really makes the room look a little brighter. The most challenging of these assignments was probably the self-portrait. I expected the self-portrait to be easy and fun, but the essentials to a good portrait slipped my mind: Proportion, shadows, and concentration. Although my self-portrait looks a bit like an alien version of myself, i'm proud of seeing how my portrait drawings have improved over time. 
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Mandingo+English is me!


“Ebieh mou fey,” my mother said to me.

“I want some food from the chinese store,” I replied.

My mom said, “Didn’t I tell you to respond back to me in Mandigo?!”

“No English at all,” mom said.

I said, “How come.”

“You think you American now huh huh,” my mom said.

I replied, “I was always American…”

My Mother Aissata Camara and I always have this argument about why I don’t want to speak our language back to her. She’s always trying to make me speak, for what? I don’t understand the importance of speaking it back to her. Every single time I respond back in English, we always just go back and forth with each other.

Mandigo is a special language that comes from Cote D'ivoire. My whole family speaks that language. The first language I ever learned was English, but I knew how to speak Mandigo like it was my first language and as if I was from Cote D’ivoire. We usually speak in Mandigo to each other whenever we gather together as a family for a whole day.

“Nahya,” my uncle said to me.

“Alright.” I responded back to him

Uncle, “Why you always want to speak english all the time like you american boy?”

“Because I want to speak english,” I said.

“You used to be good good boy until you get older forgetting about our language and hang with them american boys,” My uncle responded.

I said, “I still know Mandigo and I never forgot about it and I’m still a good boy…”

My uncle said, “No, no you want to speak english all the time.”

“Sometimes I respond back in english and sometimes I respond back in Mandingo.” I said.

I also said under my breath, “Maybe I do want to be a fully american sometimes stupid, annoying ass family….”

My family and I always have this big huge argument about why I don’t want to speak the language. I know as a kid I used to speak Mandigo all the time, but ever since I started 3rd grade that  was when everything started to changed. I started to speak english on a daily basis. I started to speak Mandigo less and less with every passing every week. My family and I were getting to argument more and more as I started to speak less Mandigo. The argument was about the same thing over and over. I thought they would never stop with arguments in my ear every other day.

I don’t know if I was shy about knowing a whole different language or if I just didn’t want to speak it. Sometimes when my mom speaks to Mandigo to me in public, people always stare at us like we are crazy and we aren’t from this Earth. When my family are together and we are in public and they are speaking Mandigo, I just sometimes space myself away from them like I don’t even know them. It’s not even about being shy, its about being bullied and many other things. Part of the reason I stopped speaking Mandigo is because I used to get bullied because I spoke something different and because it sounded weird to other people who didn’t know the language. I used to get called many different horrible words at school by students.

I was used to getting bullied and getting called horrible names and words, when I used to go to ESL. I was born in the United States of America, but I still had to go to ESL. English was my first language, but I didn’t know much of it. I used to speak more Mandigo than English. Every single time I used to come back to class from ESL or my ESL teacher used to come to my class and pick me up I used to hear them call me out of names. The bullying stopped when I stopped going to ESL classes and started to speak english more and more better. I stopped going to ESL classes because I passed the test and they said I didn’t need it anymore because of my huge improvement.

Why do my family care so much that I don’t want to speak Mandigo? All of these questions zoom in and out of my head. Why, why, why is Mandigo so important to this family? Most other families lets their kids speak in English, most of the kids I know don’t even know how to speak Mandigo. My family should be grateful but all they want to do is argue all the damn time. I understand my family wants me to pass down this language down when they die and when I have kids, but I don’t want my kids to go through what I went through when I was younger.

In the future, as of today, I will start speaking Mandigo more to my family. I won’t be shy and try to hide that I know a different language. I will just be Fodie Camara and just be me and won’t be someone different or even try to. My family and I perhaps will stop getting in huge arguments about how come I don’t speak Mandigo anymore. They won’t have anything else to say about me speaking Mandigo because I will be speaking it more. As far as my future kids, they will be learning this language also so they can pass it down to their families and we’ll keep it going on forever. I finally understand why my family doesn’t want to stop speaking Mandigo.
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Quarter 1 Art

This quarter in Art class, students worked on assignments with a certain amount of freedom. While we did have guidelines and specific pieces to complete, how and when we did that was left to the individual. We started the quarter with work in Art History, something that almost none of us had exposure to previously. Though I have always loved art, it has never been something I have considered myself ‘good’ at. However, this quarter, I realized that that’s okay. I don’t have to be naturally gifted at something to enjoy it, and it’s difficult not to enjoy art. This quarter, we covered everything from pumpkin-carving to charcoal still-life to painting ceiling tiles, and I enjoyed every bit of it. I teamed up with one of my classmates, Leah Petty, and created two ceiling tiles this quarter, as well as learned how to carve pumpkins with her. Unfortunately, one of our ceiling tiles is put on hold for a moment until we can bring in some more paint! The most challenging piece for me was absolutely my self-portrait. I’ve never been good at drawing what I see, so trying to draw what I couldn’t see was even more difficult. I look forward to the rest of the year in Art class, I can’t wait to see what other sides of art we explore and I look forward to learning even more.
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Never One Place.

I constantly code switched all the time without even realising. I remember when I was younger having to move all around the country and even outside of it. I also remember throughout all of this my voice changing. It would change from being a VERY strong southern accent to a very moletone casual accent. The part that was exceedingly bad about it was the amount of judgment I received in the process. Everywhere I went they said I had an accent because by the time I truly got used to a certain voice I had to move. It’s amazing how much people’s opinions change of you solely because of the way your voice sounds. Your voice is a tricky thing and can make or break your relationships if the other person isn't very fond of it.


    I remember from the very early stages of my life having a very southern accent. I never truly noticed my voice changing until I moved so while I was in South Carolina (my birthplace) I never noticed anything wrong or different with my voice. Since it was normal for everyone else it became normal for me. Along with the voices I heard there, the culture was very different as well. People down south generally group themselves around their families and the families down south are HUGE. Everyone just seems a lot more connected. Also people down south seem to keep themselves busy a lot more often, they never seem to have nothing to do. They also eat a lot more seafood such as: Crabs, shrimp, and clams. Another thing I found that they cared about more was going outside. They always made sure you had enough time outside each day and made sure you didn't come in.


  The next place I remember moving to was Barbados in the Caribbean. They also like A LOT of seafood, I actually kinda believe they like it more. They also like to have a lot of outside time. They are even very connected with one another however not as strongly as they are in the south. However everything is way more fast paced including the speech. The speech there is very hard to comprehend if you have recently come from the U.S. The language there is very slanged and doesn't even seem like English half the time due to it’s very strong accent although I don’t particularly think the people who live and have grown up there believe so. Plus everything comes out with such speed and aggression that sometimes it can be intimidating. I always thought to myself if there is any accent I would least like to be yelled at it is definitely without a doubt a Barbadian one. It just sounds so fierce and aggressive when they are just trying to be gentle. Then when the first time I got yelled at came I didn't know what do because not only was it scary I couldn't even understand. Barbadian voices completely change whenever they have any kind of strong emotion. You can always tell how one another feels just by the way you sound.

 

 The next place I remember vividly was when I moved to Washington (State). Washington was a very slow paced take it easy laid back sort of State with a voice to match along with it. Everyone there talked so sslllooowww and melancholy I began losing my mind it felt like. I believe that this was one of the hardest transitions for me primarily due to the fact that no one understood me. To them it was like I was speaking Latin, if you asked them what language I was speaking they probably wouldn't be able to tell you. It was so fast and aggressive to them with a few words only used in Barbados. For a few months I was unable to communicate with most people I encountered wilts I was there. When my voice changed I hadn't even realized it I guess it was just a psychological thing because whenever I ask my Mom about it, it was kinda what I expected to happen. My voice slowed down to be on par with everyone else's however I still said a lot of Bajan words. I also still had the accent but, it was like the perfect mixture of the two.

   A couple months after my brother was born there my family moved to Virginia. Nothing really happened here however their speech was a bit quicker and they said my voice sounded funny. However the real memories were from when I moved to New york. It only took a couple of weeks for my voice to adjust back to being faced paced and I immediately gained friends. It was as if my voice made people dislike me prior to it changing. Although I had gotten used to the speech in New York I remember then having to move to Philadelphia. Philadelphia wasn't too much of a change because speech here hardly differed from New York so it was extremely easy for me to adapt to my new environment and make many friends rapidly. So after thinking back to all of this now as a teen and realising how much peoples views/opinions on me changed along with my voice. My voice now changes extremely fast according to whoever I’m speaking with. Code-switching happens all the time sometimes without us ever even noticing but, it can change your whole relationship with somebody from the very first word you speak out of your mouth.


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White Boy

White Boy


Average, bland, plain, boring, and proper english fell out of my mouth every time I talked. It grew into me dashing in a little slang, threw in some philly made words and then add the dominate bland english, congratulations! You have made my voice. My communication tool. I was the white boy, “The inside-out oreo”. I enjoyed it. My friend Vaughn told me “You got the perfect flow of urban and ya whiteness.”


My voice and dialect has changed a tremendous amount for each interaction I have with different people. The interactions are teachers and I, parents and I, family and I, and friends and I. Some interactions with the way I talk has grown more than others like friends and I and parents and I are the two biggest ones that have expanded and grown. A good example of me saying to a friend when I saw him when I was little.

“Hey!” to

“Whats good bro?”

Then the conversation would go something like,

“Want to ask your parents to have a play date after school?”,

and then now it would be

“You wanna chill after school and grub, man?”  


Then my conversations with parents started off as,

“Daddy (or mommy) what’s for dinner?”

and now it would be like

“Yo, what ya gonnna make tonight?”


The transition of our language is just natural, we all do it. We will not live our whole entire life speaking like we are 5 years old but the step into talking like a young adult may be different for all of us. Some people may stick with the complete proper english and talk like that. Some others like me, may make the transition into adding some slang and talking a little more “urban”.


I feel as if the case for me were the multiple transitions of my surroundings. When I was 7 years old I moved from Society Hill where everyone speaks with proper english to West Philadelphia where it starts to get more african american populated. The other big transition in my life was leaving a private school (The Philadelphia School) where everyone responded to proper english. From there I changed schools to a public school (Meredith) where the language completely changed.


There were a lot of things I learned from that school like that South Philly kids talk weird. Water was now “wooder”. I learned what “jawn” meant. “Ratchet” was now a word. Sauce and Gravy had two completely different meanings and “Crayons” was now “Crowns”.


Even the non South Philly kids also had a special way that they talked. “Yo” and “bro” were thrown into every single sentence. We did not eat anymore, we “grubbed”. Wearing nice basketball shoes was now cool and the recess sport was now kickball and not soccer.


At The Philadelphia School, it was only proper english. You never heard “Black English” in the school. It’s not like it was prohibited it was just the amount of african american students in my grade. There were two out of the 36 of us. Then, at Meredith you even heard “Black English” come out of some teachers mouths.  Out of the 62 of us it was probably about around 60% african american and then 30% white. That is when it really started developing into my voice today. It was after the move but when I came to that school it picked up intensely.


I started there in sixth grade and that is the point where we turn into teenagers. It was a really big change for me and I had no clue what to expect from the school. That is when I was “The white boy.” The jokes were all in good fun so that was not a bad thing. As the year went on the way I talked was changing a little bit. I started using some of the slang words, hey turned into yo. He wasn’t my friend, he was my bro. We weren’t a group of friends hanging out, we were homies chilling.


From noticing what everyone has said to me about the way I talk, even things I do notice, I know that I am distinct. I am my self. I enjoy very much being who I am. I come from a proper english Jewish family, and I come from a proper english German family. I am different and it is amazing to know that. Philadelphia itself has made a huge impact on my life. This great, diverse city.


In James Baldwin’s essay; If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is? I have found a quote that ultimately describes why my language has changed and how it has changed. “People evolve a language in order to describe, and thus control their circumstances.” What this quote is saying that a language is evolved based on their circumstances meaning what is going on in their lives. My circumstances were living in a heavily white populated neighborhood and then moving to a greatly diverse neighborhood, those were my circumstances thus my language evolved.


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Q1 Art Portfolio

Art has never been a second nature to me. I have never been particularly inspired by charcoal, canvas or colored pencils, but this quarter in art seemed to take a new turn.

By doing unique art projects such as painting ceiling tiles or making some sort of jack-o-lantern, art became fun again. The only art that I practice outside of school is photography but as I continue with this class, I believe that I will become inspired by the other students in this class and by the other artwork that I will create. 

The hardest piece of work that I completed was the self-portrait drawing. I'm not good at making my pencil move in the strokes that my mind thinks of, but I did learn something about myself as an artist: I need to keep trying. Even though it was extremely challenging, I simply kept with it and ended up with a product that while I know is not spectacular, I am proud of.

I am excited to see what the second quarter brings. I am ready to open my heart to inspiration and create artwork that I take pride in.

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