Come enjoy a wonderful night of art, music, theater and more at this years district-wide Cultural Arts Night! There will also be a Literary Magazine display featuring our website, Artist of the Month and Hidden talents!
Designer Jason Freeny turns toys into anatomical models. Lego figures, Barbie dolls, gingerbread men, and even gummy bears have all gotten the cross-section treatment! WOW!!!
Joe Mangrum's paintings are spontaneous and evolve as he works, a grueling physical process that involves dozens of revolutions around the artwork as he adds new details and flourishes by pouring brightly colored sand. Check out just a few of his time lapse videos below!
Check out the incredible storybook GIF artwork of the artist who goes by the name of Sparrows. . Each storybook animation features some form of magical realism and are absolutely mesmerizing!
Are you looking to do something incredibly fun this Friday and Saturday night?! Come support your classmates (and the theater arts) by attending this years spring show, The Internet is Distract…Oh Look a Kitten! The show starts at 7:00 p.m and is $5.00 at the door!
Please congratulate Baker Palmer, Nolan Swanson and Noah Daniels for designing the theater departments fantastic poster and t-shirt!
Congratulations to Nora Doyle for winning this years Poetry Out Loud competition in February! Please congratulate her and wish her luck as she moves on to the regional semi-finals competition tonight at Jeans Playhouse at 6:00 p.m!
She will be reading the following poems:
By Stanley Kunitz
I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
By Anne Killigrew
Remember when you love, from that same hour
Your peace you put into your lover’s power;
From that same hour from him you laws receive,
And as he shall ordain, you joy, or grieve,
Hope, fear, laugh, weep; Reason aloof does stand,
Disabled both to act, and to command.
Oh cruel fetters! rather wish to feel
On your soft limbs, the galling weight of steel;
Rather to bloody wounds oppose your breast.
No ill, by which the body can be pressed
You will so sensible a torment find
As shackles on your captived mind.
The mind from heaven its high descent did draw,
And brooks uneasily any other law
Than what from Reason dictated shall be.
Reason, a kind of innate deity,
Which only can adapt to ev’ry soul
A yoke so fit and light, that the control
All liberty excels; so sweet a sway,
The same ’tis to be happy, and obey;
Commands so wise, and with rewards so dressed,
That the according soul replies “I’m blessed.”
a song in the front yard
By Gwendolyn Brooks
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.
They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine
How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George’ll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).
But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do.
And I’d like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.
Congratulations to PRHS Alumni Adam Wakefield (Class of 2000) who performed on The Voice last night!!! WOW! You can check out photos and quotes from Adam during his time at PRHS in the Libraries Yearbook collection! #GoTeamBlake
Congratulations to March's Artist of the Month Callista MacDonald! You can check out Callista's artwork in person, on the Artist of the Month bulletin board in the library, on our school TV's and of course, right here on our website!
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