What do you get when you cross a field full of trash, a bin filled with rejected worksheets, and junk from home? Garbage delight. Read on...
Cleaning up Clairlea: I don't want to know what this is, but it's not in the field anymore.
The lonely bin in the Clairlea photocopy room.
A French grammar sheet. Unloved... not for long.
We took a pile of paper slated for the recycling truck and made texture rubbings from the yard. Eventually they will be painted over, cut up, and turned into collages of city skylines. Stay tuned.
Can pavement become beautiful?
Yes.
The Giving Tree still manages to be a table and gives us bark for rubbings.
Son of Karate Kid. Coming soon to a theatre near you.
Textures are found in all kinds of places...
Even fences.
A school yard Matisse.
We've got "sole." Was that on the homophone quiz?
The gloves are on as the hockey boys help score a goal for the environment.
Later that day, the students of Room 204 rocked out with their musical instruments made from junk and found materials as part of our Sound unit in Science.
Jamming with a Jammers box.
School of Rock.
