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!
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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: The Layers 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, exulting somewhat, 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 directed me: “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. Pastoral Dialogue 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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