Menlo College

Month: November 2016 (Page 1 of 2)

Flowers Drawn by Jessica Valenzuela – Visual Art

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Flowers drawn by Jessica Valenzuela

 

For Erik Bakke’s Art 121 assignment students used a proportional grid system to translate a photograph into a larger drawing–students drew a grid over a photograph and then a larger but proportional grid over a piece of blank paper and then redrew each section of the gridded photograph into the matching section of the grid on paper. In this way students learned how basic math can help them render a complex drawing.

“Nobody Told Me I Could Be Great” by Frank Morton – Poem

“Nobody Told Me I Could Be Great”
By Frank Morton

Nobody told me I could be great

Nobody told me that I could be colder than the water freeze, sneeze out gold like there was King Midas in my sinuses

Hotter than California in your hottest heat wave, I don’t put out fire mixtapes I use the fires to warm up heat rocks, kill it and let the beat drop,

Think not, your favorite rapper’s mixtape will never drop, I caught it before it could hit the ground, I found the only one out here is me and I’m the only one walking around in this hallway of dreams

Dream me in color when you listen to rhymes, complementing your ear drums to the sound of my heart, making water fall from your eyes. See me not as legendary but the one you aspire to and then soar from, I’m sore from all the pain and

resentment, must be all the trauma my momma told me I shouldn’t get with, no guilt trip, to trip me up, I got perfect balance, balance me upon a small pin so I can stand for hours, not minutes but hours, and I mean yours and mine, my mind reaches out a hand to stretch to you. I hope that you take it. No longer riddled with concerns whether I’ll make it. My fair weather, doesn’t wear me down a bit, I cascade and fall from my high place, bountiful and beauteous, without a hitch, interwoven within the airs flow like a stitch, but never needed to needle in.
 Frank Morton’s video of this piece:  https://youtu.be/qd9h32TYSpY

“Swing Around” by Solin Piearcy – Poem

“Swing Around”

by Solin Piearcy

 

Newly blue painted poles 

holds a dangling seat 

above the soft sand 

underneath the trees.

 

The sky is closer than ever,

clouds just within reach, 

the wind blows away troubles,

and the bright sun offers dreams.

 

Higher and higher 

as high as it goes;

just for a split second 

time froze.

 

Faded blue chipped poles

and the empty seat.

Chains creek and cry as it moves 

rusted by its deceit.

 

Never higher than the pines 

that left their leaves on the pale sand

Falling fast from the sky

to land hard on both hands.

 

No matter how high,

as high as it goes;

only for a split second

time froze. 

“Smaller” by Eden Cotter – Poem

“Smaller”

By Eden Cotter

She is tall.

She takes up space.

People see her beauty,

Yet she only sees herself for what she is not.

 

Someone breaks her heart and

She convinces herself

That becoming smaller

Must be the answer.

 

She believes if she

Becomes smaller

Others will be able to occupy all the space,

Then no one will leave.

 

She shrinks and

People comment.

She mistakes their

Worry for praise.

 

She begins to feel hopeless but

Being small feels like

Her only solace.

 

She holds on tightly

But her fingers are

Slipping off the ledge.

 

She lets go.

She discovers her worth.

She recovers.

“Will You” by Alannah Rodriquez – Poem

“Will You”

By Alannah Rodriquez 

                                                              

Many people have always stayed for the good moments…

But never for the bad

They will stay for your ups

And never your downs

They’ll say they care…

But don’t accept your quirks

I am clumsy

I get moody

I worry a lot and mess things up…

And Yes, I’m weird

I’ve told you my faults first so…

Will you stay to hear the good?

I’m funny, and silly

If you treat me good, It’s guaranteed I’ll treat you better

I wonder… will you stick around?
 

“Alive” by Alannah Rodriquez – Poem

“Alive”

By Alannah Rodriquez

 

Am I alive?

What does that mean?… to be alive?

…Is it that I am simply breathing

…Is it that the blood in my veins is warm and flowing?

Then why, sometimes, do I feel like a corpse? and on occasion cold and hollow?

Going through the daily motions, numb, and in a daze.

Looking for a remedy… some hope, connection, and some clarity.

 

…and maybe, some warmth for this chill that comes over me

Someone, anyone

Bring me back to life, again and again.

 

 

“Nobody Told Me I Could Be Great” by Frank Morton – Video

Frank Morton – “Nobody Told Me I Could Be Great”

Click to view.

https://youtu.be/qd9h32TYSpY

 

“Nobody Told Me I Could Be Great”
By Frank Morton

Nobody told me I could be great

Nobody told me that I could be colder than the water freeze, sneeze out gold like there was King Midas in my sinuses

Hotter than California in your hottest heat wave, I don’t put out fire mixtapes I use the fires to warm up heat rocks, kill it and let the beat drop,

Think not, your favorite rapper’s mixtape will never drop, I caught it before it could hit the ground, I found the only one out here is me and I’m the only one walking around in this hallway of dreams

Dream me in color when you listen to rhymes, complementing your ear drums to the sound of my heart, making water fall from your eyes. See me not as legendary but the one you aspire to and then soar from, I’m sore from all the pain and

resentment, must be all the trauma my momma told me I shouldn’t get with, no guilt trip, to trip me up, I got perfect balance, balance me upon a small pin so I can stand for hours, not minutes but hours, and I mean yours and mine, my mind reaches out a hand to stretch to you. I hope that you take it. No longer riddled with concerns whether I’ll make it. My fair weather, doesn’t wear me down a bit, I cascade and fall from my high place, bountiful and beauteous, without a hitch, interwoven within the airs flow like a stitch, but never needed to needle in.

 

 

 

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