Whitton School goes BIG on UK ARTS WEEK

The very Image of LearningBIG ARTS WEEK at Whitton School, resulted in ‘oodles‘ of pencil sketches, heaps of questions about technique and career opportunities, and the production of a series of illuminated illustrations – all in readiness to celebrate the School’s 300 years.

History can feel a bit ancient at times but the Whitton School History Books will, from this day, hold an unforgettable collection of amazing work produced over this art week with artist in residence, Grant.

All the work of the pupils over the week-long art workshop (designed by Peter Scott M.A.) will be compiled in a updateable ring bound folder and placed for everyone to see in the school’s reception area – maybe for the next 300 years!

In the words of one Student, Abigail Green :

“I really enjoyed doing this project and thinking that it might be around in 300 years time. Thinking of the people reading it in 300 years that might be thinking of those people who made it is really interesting. If anyone in the year 2304 reads this, think of us”.

“I only hope that before the year 2304 arrives, all educationalists will promote the value of teaching pupils to culture their creative outlook. Without the ability to imagine that extra mile, horizons, to many, can seem too far off and daunting. Those able to visualise the path ahead, with its potential obstacles, are better prepared from the outset and more fully equipped for the journey forward” said Grant.

(Grant has worked with Peter Scott on the Image of Learning project, Museum in the Classroom and the ebrain. He now works with World of Water, an educational charity dedicated to sharing knowledge about good water use through research, storytelling and round table discussions)

Further reading:
Full work history, bios and ways for your school to learn more at the World of Water site


Hedradwall Cabbard and the Suejuice Bird

Hedradwall Cabbard and the Suejuice Bird

Hedradwall Cabbard raised his barrel
At the Suejuice Bird – in best apparel.
His flight or plight –  to west or east
Was ‘soar away’, or ‘die as feast’!The shutters closed in and around.
Most fond peekers made no sound
But backed from blinds and thus could see
Not what or how the end would be.

One shot was fired from rod of two
But missed and hit a stanky flue.
“My Ball-Cock!” shouted out a man,
Who chased as far as catch it can,
But stopped on edge by rope stretched tight
His murmured “You”! issued at height.

“You’ll stop my Wind, you gunning fart,
Get off my windcock – shoo depart.
My balcony’s not made for rope
And old green flippered shooting blokes.

The Suejuice Bird stood very still,
Not wishing anybody ill,
Reflecting on the second shot
From Cabbard’s gun and winded sot.

And in this state of stanky poo,
Our characters exist for you.
This poem was simply meant to be,
Sub-fuse of tone and all for free!