Art Class

Awww. Today's our last day to work. Next week's the official last day, but we won't have much time to work on our artwork, because we have to prepare it for the trip home. (we have lots of pastel drawings. Imagine all that powder!) I'll miss it, because I loved my art lessons. But at least I can still work during winter break! Anyways, before the class, our teacher was talking about art and identity. He talked about how China had their unique art style, and Egypt with their mummies and paintings. He talked aobut Italy and their famous shoes. Then came Canada and Australia, who don't really have an identity in art. He told us how fustrated he was when he was travelling with his Australian friends. How people would say, "Oh yeah, Australia, the kangaroos! Or "Oh yeah, Canada with the maple syrup, hockey, and igloos!" He was just astonished that we didn't have they didn't recognize our art style, maybe because we don't have a specific one, we're still finding one that will represent us. Like you don't hear people going "Oh Canada, they have Emily Carr!". What we did today was fun I guess, we had to make another cellphone pastel drawing. It was hard because we had to replicate our other cellphone pastel drawing, but not make it exactly the same. Does that make sense? Anyways, we had to use the same style as the last drawing. He knew it would be hard, which was why we were doing this. Why? Because well, let's say you start on this painting today. You work hard on it, but it's not quite finished. You decide to work on it the next week, but you just can't remember what you were thinking when you were working on the drawing last week. What I'm saying is that you can't continue a drawing after you leave it for some time, because you don't have the same feeling and mood as when you first drew it, and you'll just try to change it. So, you just can't continue it. My art teacher told us that long time ago there was the Museum of Art, and they had these wonderful paintins by Picasso. Anyways, they knew they had fakes in the Museum, but they didn't want to display their Picasso paintings yet because it would be horrible if even the slightest mistake was found. So, them, being proud and all, invited Picasso himself to come to say which ones was his real paintings. So they paid for Picasso's flight there, and they set up this huge room with tons of Picasso paintings. So Picasso, arrived and spent one hour looking at his paintings. When he was finished, the museum manager asked him, "Well, what do you think? Which ones are fakes?" and do you know what Picasso replied? He said, "Their all fakes." Then he left. Can you imagine how angry the museum was? Anyways, what my teacher wanted us to know was that you can't come back to a drawing that is left for a long time, you'll never remember, or have the same feeling and reaction when you see it. Stories, stories, stories. I love the stories that my teacher tells us. They're so fascinating! I love them so much, I'll miss listening to them every week. Also, for you, it'll mean no more art facts every week! (aww....) Anyways, I'm growing to love Picasso, maybe I'll do him for a project.
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