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