Personal Narrative-This Is Not A Horse
This is NOT a Horse
There were a hundred painted shapes on the ground. We looked at eachother in doubt. “How is this ever going to fit together?”said Maddie. “I have no idea”.
Last summer I went to arts camp in Michigan. My friends Maddie, Eleanor, Jessie and I had been working on this modern art piece for a week and the art opening was in two days. So far we had about one hundred wooden shapes covered in “cream cheese”, a mix of plaster like paint and acrylics. I had tried to lay out so they went in the order of a rainbow but as we looked down on our piece, it looked terrible.
We then started to try and get them all to connect somehow. Eleanor suggested we put lines in all of them so they can connect most like a puzzle. We didn’t have …show more content…
We had gone from thinking our art was terrible to loving it in a matter of minutes.
We decided on the lay out we would us and then left for the day. We were so happy that everyone liked our art. We walked back to our division without a care in the world.
The next morning we came back to find that Jessie had already named our peice. Jessie lives in Shanghai, China. She had been talking to our teacher about names for the piece and when the teacher asked what it was she said “This is not a horse”. The teacher had thought that’s what she wanted to name it. Since her English isn’t very good she said “You name this” instead of telling her that wasn’t the name. So now our title was “This is Not a Horse - You Name This”.
We had to decide how we were going to make the title have meaning. At that point they had already hung the piece in the gallery so we couldn’t change the layout or the name. We started brainstorming on what to do. I started to think about the “You Name This” part. “What if we had a box where people could write down what they think we should call it” I said suddenly. “That is a really good idea” Maddie
There were a hundred painted shapes on the ground. We looked at eachother in doubt. “How is this ever going to fit together?”said Maddie. “I have no idea”.
Last summer I went to arts camp in Michigan. My friends Maddie, Eleanor, Jessie and I had been working on this modern art piece for a week and the art opening was in two days. So far we had about one hundred wooden shapes covered in “cream cheese”, a mix of plaster like paint and acrylics. I had tried to lay out so they went in the order of a rainbow but as we looked down on our piece, it looked terrible.
We then started to try and get them all to connect somehow. Eleanor suggested we put lines in all of them so they can connect most like a puzzle. We didn’t have …show more content…
We had gone from thinking our art was terrible to loving it in a matter of minutes.
We decided on the lay out we would us and then left for the day. We were so happy that everyone liked our art. We walked back to our division without a care in the world.
The next morning we came back to find that Jessie had already named our peice. Jessie lives in Shanghai, China. She had been talking to our teacher about names for the piece and when the teacher asked what it was she said “This is not a horse”. The teacher had thought that’s what she wanted to name it. Since her English isn’t very good she said “You name this” instead of telling her that wasn’t the name. So now our title was “This is Not a Horse - You Name This”.
We had to decide how we were going to make the title have meaning. At that point they had already hung the piece in the gallery so we couldn’t change the layout or the name. We started brainstorming on what to do. I started to think about the “You Name This” part. “What if we had a box where people could write down what they think we should call it” I said suddenly. “That is a really good idea” Maddie