Calendar art.

 

Windy day

The trees buckle and bend to the winds will.
The shadows loom over me, murky and mysterious.
The clouds darken as they fill with water.
The wind whispers what it knows to the world.
The earth observes it all.

The rain drizzles mud-soaked earth.
The sky flickers in and out of view.
The trees flail around, throwing their woebegone limbs in all directions.
The wind drifts across the world.

Colour poem.

Red looks like deep red blood.
It sounds like a river of dye streaming down.
It feels anger coursing through my body and consuming me in its wrath.
It sounds like unholy screams filled with red rage.
It looks like bike rust quietly squeaking.
Red is rubies shimmering at every shadow.
Red is tomatoes quietly growing in number.
It sounds like angry ribbets from a jewel frog.

Iceberg Poem

Cold stark dry they stride across the sea.
Icy snowy and hulking massive as can be
Thick in the ice fell over twice bumbling over the ocean
 Spinning and zigzagging turning away all in slow motion
Going north ever so slowly as the melting point draws near
Closer to New Zealand as it begins to disappear
As it grows closer to shore it seems to of had enough
As it falls onto shore it is nothing but a pile of slush.

Landscape Art work

I chose to put the lightfest in my picture because it looked amazing in nightfall. It also looks great in college because the cold and warm colours blend together well. all of it fits like a puzzle that needs to be fixed.

Te reo Maori Greetings

I made this with Storyboard that. if you want to make your own Storyboard That click the link.

My opinion of mulch island.