NewWorks!

So NewWorks is about how we bring together the arts. This class has visual arts, theater, music, and dance all together. We do flash mobs, so be out in the look for us. We explore Paul Bakers philosophy and how to use space. We can use space by moving, by drawing, by using a stage and acting, or by cyber space. We can use space in many ways. We also did music videos! That was super fun. We work with not to only work with our cluster, but also with others. I recommend if you go to Booker T Washington to take this class.

The door

She was hiding from her drunken father. SHe had no where else to go. No where else to hide. Her mother left her when she was only seven. Ever since her father's rage could not be tamed. Each day she was beaten and was raped twice this month.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! he had foound her once again. Her sparkling ocean blue eyes raced around the room hoping for a small space to hide from reality. All of the sudden a small door appears on the sad gray wall. Slightly open pleading for Jane to step in. CRASH! Jane's father's fist is sticking out the door. As he smirks he yells with anger in his voice "Ready for your daily beating?!" His dirty hands began to search for the silver nob.

She doesn't know wether to stay and die or leave and live....perhaps. BOOM! HE breaks in slamming the door making it echo through out the house. Jane leaves the door slightly open look at her father search for her. She closes the door slowly and begins to walk backwards quietly.

The sky

I truly believe that the sky is pink
you might say blue
or you might say navy
but i say pink
pink is the color of cotton candy
the clouds like cotton candy by the way
the clouds are a piece of our mind  in the sky
the birds that fly oh sooo high
are our troubles flying by