Monday, 3 May 2010

I have been really busy so have neglected putting things up for a we are! I've been making paper mache heads which are now going to be turned into puppets(idea gratefully blagged from Julie) to do English workshops in the summer. I can take in colours,materials,clasroom language etc....then families,basing th puppets on family members.Then putting the kids into small groups they can make up some simple dialouge...What's your name etc.
sounds simple...we'll see.

Originally uploaded by Miss Keating

Originally uploaded by Miss Keating

guitarist and dancer

guitarist and dancer
Originally uploaded by shohei.h

With their backs to the world

" I've given up the stuff.It became too much,I began drinking every day. A lot...."
"In the begining it helped.It was a comfort.Then everything got worse.My nerves were shot,I grew afraidof everything.I drank even morejust to calm myself down,but then I got nervous again,so I drank even more,and finally I was just a nervous wreck..."
" I came close to losing grip totally,and realised I had to put aside the bottle for good."


A painting is not thought out and settled in advance. While it is being done, it changes as one's thoughts change. And when it is finished, it goes on changing according to the state of mind of whoever is looking at it
The New Colossus

By Emma Lazarus, 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"