Student Art Products 2007-08

2007-2008 Art Cards from Stone Academy

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Landscape in the style of Wolf Kahn
by Guy Benjamin, 2nd Grade

Linocut
by Shona Fitzer, 2nd Grade

Painting
by Tyler Craven, 1st Grade

Linocut
by Asher Wood, 3rd Grade

Paste Papers
by Jordan Pham & Maribeth Keeler, 4th Grade, and Ben Duvall, 5th Grade

Batiks
by Sophie Harris, 5th Grade, Tristan Johnson, 4th Grade, Isaac Burttram, 3rd Grade, and Sarah Bailey, 4th Grade

Lincocut
by Aidan Rohrer, 4th Grade

Landscape in the style of Wolf Kahn
by Thomas Lessard, 4th Grade

The 2007-2008 Annual Gift Tag Assortment


Painting
by Amelie Gray 1st grade

Linocut
by Ben Duvall 5th grade

Linocut
by Charlie Bailey 4th grade

Drawing
by Charlotte Littlejohn Kindergarten

Linocut
by Jordan Pham 4th grade

Painting
by Jackson Wells 3rd grade

Painting
by Krae Baumgardner 5th grade

Painting
by Lydia Riordan 1st grade

Painting
by Lizzie Latham 1st grade

Linocut
by Maribeth Keeler 4th grade

Painting
by Marley White 4th grade

Batik
by Sarah Bailey 4th grade

Batik
by Sophie Harris 5th grade

Linocut
by Sophie Friis 4th grade

Painting
by Courtney Mies 1st grade

Painting
by Conor Prickett 1st grade

Linocut
by Isaac Burttram 3rd grade

Linocut
by Jack Bylenga 4th grade

Linocut
by Sophie Harris 5th grade

Drawings
by 3rd, 4th, and 5th Graders

The 2007-2008 Annual Poetry Card Assortment

Poems are printed inside marbleized borders, with each card having a different colored border. The marbleing was done by students in Mrs. Slate's Design Excursion Encore Class.

Winter
by Anna Redderson, 4th Grade

Winter drifts slowly
to the ground.
Snowflakes are like marshmellows
Falling from the sky.
The trees are being covered
With sheets of white blankets
And so is the mint peppermint ground.
There is no one out.
They’re all in.
Sipping hot cocoa
And holding mugs in their cold,
Cold hands.

Keys
by Amy Poe, 4th Grade

Keys
Jingling
by the music of the wind,
Unlocking unseen things.

Keys have mysteries
inside their
silver, copper coats.

Keys dangling on a keyring
Waiting,
Waiting, waiting
for someone.

Candy Land
by Alaina Riordan, 3rd Grade


Where the grass is greener, that’s where I will go.
Where there is sugar instead of wet snow.

Where the tall lollipops sway in the breeze.
Where no one tells you to cover your mouth
when you sneeze.

Where the flowers smell of cookies and cakes.
Where there are ponies, unicorns, and no snakes.

Where your dreams will always come true.
It lets out the bold and inner you.

It’s like an old key opening the attic door.
All you want is more, more, and more.

But when you get too greedy, Candy Land floats away.
And if you act very good...it’ll come back someday.

Where the grass is greener, that’s were I will go.
Where there is sugar instead of wet snow.

What If?
by Ayana Dendy, 1st Grade

What if we never had a seed for the flowers that we need?
What if we never had the rain a nd the plants would stay the same?
What if we didn’t have morning dew on the grass fresh and new?
What if the teachers that we know didn’t help our minds so they would grow?
What if man didn’t walk on the moon? What if we never had
the month of June?
We should stop.
Smell the flowers, enjoy the rain.
Plant the seed.
Walk on the morning dew.
Thank the teachers for our brains.
Be thankful man walked on the moon and thank God for the month of June.

The Dream
By Caroline, 4th Grade

Bright pink,
orange,
red.

The sun shining on the dull lake as it sets.
I watch it.
The sun.

Its beauty pours all of its colors
into my eyes.

The fish, they jump out of the lake.
Each has a smile on its face.

Although it was only a dream.
A dream of a wonderful dream.

Books
by Kelkcee Fulton, 4th grade

Goes the pages
in the book
I’m reading.

Laying, laughing,
Enjoying the book.

Whoosh!
Goes the pages,
Slam!

I’m done.

Bloom, Little Fower
by Hali Knight, 1st Grade

Bloom, little flower, bloom
Like the moon grows at bedtime.
Bloom, little flower, bloom.

Shore Walk
by Rebekah Matthews, 3rd grade

As I walk upon the shore
with the breeze blowing on my face,
The waves toss and turn in the sea bed.
As the seagulls look to be
like little fishermen on the shore.