Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Waiting Game

The ins and outs of future boxes.
 This mural has commandeered my existence.  Grades?  Those don't have to be in until the END of the quarter!  Displays?  Psssh!  We'll be giving a great display at the END OF THE YEAR!  Any questions, class?  Ha!  Ask three, then me.
     My life slid into a huge pool of procrastination, and so I forced myself to catch up, hence the few blogs of recent.  I've cooed and snuggled with my children.  I've asked coworkers how they are doing!  I've been coaching my students in the way of their own personal projects (although in the back of my mind, I think that this teaching is simply a preparation for when the building of the more complex mural project comes along).  I am, afterall, a woman obsessed.

Pattern for each tile is color coded with guidelines.

     And so I now wait.  I have done all the preparation for this mural, deliberating on every nuance of the project.  My students are finishing their personal projects, painstakingly taking each detail into consideration... Which is good, right?  I want to say this is wonderful, but... I'm impatient.  Please get done, students, so that we can get started on the more important project... MY MURAL.  Er, no, wait... OUR MURAL.

Can we cut this up, yet?

     This will be a completely collaborative mural.  As indicated in the photos, I have given guidelines for the students so that we have an overall theme to the artwork, however each piece will have its own personality and flair.  Each student decides what will stick out three-dimensionally, and what will recess inward.  They will add borders and further details to it.  The students will even be able to hide quotes and their artist's signature within their boxes.  Do not fear, there will be copious personal touches that will make each tile individual.  However, the cheese can not stand alone.  These tiles on their own just don't make sense.  If each student took one of these home to mom and dad, what would the reaction be?  I can only assume that the poor child would be met with an obligatory, "That's nice, sweetie."  Afterwards, the parents would ask each other, "What was THAT?!"

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