Upper School Art and Literature Workshop in Domus Art Gallery
On December 15, 2009, AISV organized a trip for the upper school students, to the Domus Art Gallery,
which is filled with paintings of very famous artists. Miss Laima Vincė and Miss Ana Platonova were the
teachers who helped organizing the trip and made us understand what the paintings were about. The main
reason for the trip was to help us, students, to understand the importance and variety of different art pieces i.e.,
what do they portray, what is the artistic form and what do we fell about them. Then each of us had to write a
poem based on the paining we liked the most and tell that why did we chose it and tell us what it makes us feel.
I think that it was really successful and knowledgeable. The paintings were very varied. Each painting
had its own meaning and gave a different kind of feeling. Some were based on real world, some were abstract,
and some were just the other side of the world. Each painting sometimes made us laugh, sometimes made us
happy, and sometimes sad. They symbolized the thoughts and dreams which we think or have in our mind all
the time. Few of them were abstract which symbolized the fictional side for the world we live in; the world that
is on the other side of the life. Each painting had its own dignity and very artist had its own marvel form of
representing it.
This was a memorable experience for all of us, and I liked it a lot. It’s really appropriate to have field
trips like this, which are so knowledgeable as well as amusing. In future also, it will help us in developing our
art, as well as our poetry. Thanks to AISV, Miss Vincė and Miss Ana!
By Manis Kumar, Grade 9 student
Here are a few pieces of student poetry work:
The world is made of flowers
Tunneling deep down
It is the 19th century
The world is sepia tone
The planet is fragile, unharmed
By human hands
You are deep down, trapped
In a delicate beautiful prison cell
Guarded by the thought of
Destroying natural beauty
Sunlight fights through the layers of growth
The world has more colors
Than we can see
Dainius Bukauskas, Grade 9
The dense bulk of flowers,
Have their own colours of dark,
But the essence of the sun,
Is making its way through the run,
Far in the darkness,
The sunshine is unveiling,
Its identity to the flowers,
Which are trying to glow,
Little as it appears,
The darkness somewhat disappears,
Making the flowers smile,
And helping them to stay alive,
It’s the only way though,
All are on a move,
To their new life,
And the only sunshine,
Making them survive!
Mansi Kumar, Grade 9
Water like toxic waste
Colours remind me of the taste of ice-cream
Gondolas swim in the waste
Near a house coloured red
In ice colours of
Vanilla ice-cream and
Windows like mini ice-cream
Under a sky like berry ice-cream.
Tonio Koller, Grade 9
Beautiful Italy
Beautiful Italy
The sun rises
The people walk
The cats are catching
The dogs are chasing
The river flows
The colors are bright
Everything is beautiful
Italy comes alive
Stuart Amos, Grade 9
Empty emotionless, infinite
Never ending explosion of pure nothing.
Stares of blankness fill the canvas.
Tears of heaven shower down
Empty but full.
Lost in forever, stumbling further into nothing,
Kiss the opaque filling for the last time.
Diving into timeless clouds.
Lost.
Liza Plyukhina, Grade 9
Warmth…
As raindrops stop falling
Warmth…
Flowers start sprouting
Warmth…
Moonlight shines through the mist
Only flowers grow pissed
Warmth…
They grow tall
Within a long river-hall…
Warmth…
The moons last tear…
Is able to appear
In the mist…
Romas Bielauska, Grade 11
The dead trees are protecting the lake,
From the fish that might try to hurt it.
The living trees are protecting the lake
From the humans that might pollute it.
The dead trees are the gate to the lake—
The gate to peace and harmony.
Hunter Peterson, Grade 9
Images
Cut in two
Black and white with
Smudges
And lines—
Covers the white
Revealing
What needs
To be shown.
Ian Vicknair, Grade 10
NOTHING OR EVERYTHING
When I close my eyes, I can see nothing.
When I try to remember my day I can see nothing.
I know only one thing: I am walking on the line.
The line is my life.
The line can be cut in every moment.
I must try to make this line thick.
I must try to make my life fertile.
When I open my eyes, I can see many lines, which are creating our world.
But what is our world then?
Is the world just lines that somebody put together?
What will happen when one line will be broken?
Will this destroy the whole world?
Cecília Hustá , Grade 9
Withering Sunflower
On this fine day filled with sunlight, that everyone would envy,
On this warm day that everyone would like to go out,
I wither, without even a sip of water.
Leaving bright orange and warm yellow into the background,
Receiving burning sunlight which used to be warm,
I wither, without even a sip of water.
In this intensive sunlight, my yellow petals
Has changed into dry-brown;
Without even noticing, my hands are stretched out,
Searching for help that’s not visible.
The insects which used to live inside me,
Trying to avoid the intense sunlight,
Are now desperate to escape
From this trapped place of sunlight;
Run around, trying to find the exit.
On this warm day filled with sunlight, that everyone would envy,
Leaving the bright orange, and warm yellow background behind me,
I wither, craving for a sip of water.
Serafina Min, Grade 9