my class has a severe problem with writing. they whine more plaintively than a galley-full of ill-treated slaves when faced with a writing assignment of any sort. which means that my brain is constantly addled with all the thinking i have to do to disguise writing in sheep's clothing.
today i decided to introduce some dirty competition into the academic equation. poster-making - topic of choice; individual or pairs; tone-persuasion/awareness/warning; 30 minutes.
Jehan's poster. most people liked it for its striking use of color and graphics and the catchy slogan. the poacher looks rather woebegone though.
Appy and Dhruvin's poster. i liked the symbolism of the graphics and the artwork in general. nice and pessimistic, that is us.
hitarth's broken arm proved to be pure serendipity. he left the writing monochromatic because he could not finish coloring it in time, but the audience liked how the no-smoking sign stood out against all the white and black of the rest of the space.
Meet's work. i like the spotlight effect created by the two circles. a rather glamorous family - everyone is very cosmopolitan and smokes! i especially liked the copious amounts of tears the rest of the family is shedding. enough to drown them all. the dead body looks on quite cheerfully from the pyre.
These and two more went as prizes. on-the-spot artwork by the teacher. perhaps there is something wrong with me. everything i draw turns out to be wide-eyed. something freudian perhaps.
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