Banksy

At London Zoo, he climbed into the penguin enclosure and painted "We're bored of fish" in 7-foot-high (2.1 m) letters.




The three images above are three of the nine images Bansky painted onto the Israeli West Bank Barrior in 2005. Banksy's spokeswoman said ''The Israeli security forces did shoot in the air threateningly and there were quite a few guns pointed at him."

andy goldsworthy inspired pieces

When I went on an art trip with my class we went to the beach and made sculptures inspired by Andy Goldsworthy.

The above sculpture was made by me and a couple of my friends.

My thoughts for the day

So I was coming back from the gymn and i started thinking about people's obssesion with staying young and getting the ''perfect body'' which according to alot of people is a flat tummy. There are so many television programs about staying young or looking younger. You don't need to get a flat stomach and be a size zero or six to look good. When I look at models on the runway they look like they are about to snap.

Also, i think my laptop has a will of it's own and it seems to not want to work for me all the time anymore. Maybe it has an evil side and it's plotting...if that's even possible..okay I think I had better stop because if I go on the next thing I know I will be typing complete nonsense which is actually rather fun.

Another thing I find entertaining is doing air guitar at a disco to Bon Jovi Living on a Prayer.

Band: Nickleback
Song: If today was your last day

My favourite lyrics from the song:

My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride

Class presentation(poem)

This poem is based on when I had to to talks in english class when i was younger and I always got so nervous. This is basically how I felt.

The voices seem distant.
My skin feels hot.
Palms sweaty.
Heart racing so fast
My mind crowded with thoughts.
I can't concentrate on anything.
I want to fade into the background.
A voice in the distant is calling me.
It's coming closer and closer.
I am back in the classroom.
All heads turned in my direction.
Eyes watch me as i walk to the front.
I can feel their eyes on me, looking right through me.
I open my mouth but no sound comes out.
I know what they are all thinking.
I can see them laughing at me inside.
My hands shake.
I begin my talk.

The Forest, another poem

The Forest
The sun shines through the leaves creating patterns of dancing light.
Green vines wrap themselves around the tree trunks, climbing higher and higher
The birds sing songs of joys as they build their nests in the tall trees.

The branches cast shadows in the moonlight.
The only sound is a whisper as the cool breeze dances around the leaves.
Darkness moves through the trees changing all that crosses its path.

By Sara Montgomery

Go open the door(poem)

Go open the door
outside there is laughter, running feet on the dry grass
Three children, hidden secrets beneath those smiles
Or perhaps you see the sea rising up, devouring anything in its way
Or maybe you can see a small girl
Her eyes emptry, her heart cold stone
She moves among people like a ghost

by Sara Montgomery

Memories and music

When i listen to some of the music on my Ipod i thing of specific places or memories. Coldplay reminds me of when i went on a family holiday to the Isle of Mull as that was the main artist we played in the car. Tracy Chapman reminds me of my time in Zambia and all the happy memories.

I hate it when i am just about to fall asleep and i suddenly an embarrasing memory enters my head and i hide my face in my pillow trying to forget it which doesn't work.

Keeping a diary

I have kept a diary for 8 years and i am now 16. I write in it my feelings, what i have done, my fears or anything random that comes into my head when writing. Often when I have an urge to write in my diary  i don't know what to write. But once I start writing all these thoughts just come flowing out and i end up writing quite a bit. I find it relaxing. When im in Nigeria i often like to write in my diary whilst sitting in a tree though i don't know why. I still remember when i got my first diary. I didn't want to be parted from it and kept writing in it the whole day.

do you really want to name your boat that?

The playroom(poem)

An old doll propped up against the wall, worn away by time, its eyes filled with sadness
The sound of a rocking horse moving back and forth, a faint sweet laugh fills the air
The floor is a battlefield covered in stuffed toys that have been ripped apart.
They ly there helpless and unwanted.
Puppets hang form the ceiling slowly turning, their mouths twisted into cold sneers, their eyes deep, dark holes.
A small music box sits on the shelf playing the same never-ending tune over and over again.
The little girl still remains
The truth hidden, her sweet smile a disguise
Her eyes show her pain, her fear
She shall never be free
No one knows what happened that night
No one ever will

by Sara Montgomery

The past (poem)

I am a puzzle with thousands of pieces so small
I am forever with you every minute, every second
I haunt you like a ghost
Some people try to run from me but they never can
I will always be a part of you
by sara montgomery

mottos

Life is a challenge but that's what makes it interesting.

Always be prepared