The project:
In this project, we explored S.P.E.C.S, or significant's,perspective, evidence,connection, and supposition. With these, we connected them to our daily lives or things that defined us and wrote a memoir about that certain event. Using the specs, we created a 3D box, each side telling a story or a memory of how we use specs, while also making a where I'm from poem to show what the culture of me really is.
My box:
My memoir:
(the highlighted sentences represent the most powerful parts of my work)
My poem:
Where I’m From
I am from oil pastels. From reeves art supplies, and canvas thick with paint and shallow with meaning
I’m from the quiet house with the blue door, the cinnamon candles that welcome you home, and the spirits that hover over their soft glow
I am from the clusters of hydrangeas that line the walkway, with the smell of honey and the taste of poison that lingers on your clothes
I am from christmas tamales and the peaceful souls who make them. From Aunt Opal, Marie Antoinette, and Dortha May
I am from tarot cards, chapel on wednesday and moon spells in my catechism. From the star, queen of cups, and ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart’
I am from wonder women costumes and justice league meetings in the living room
I am from ‘grow up’ to ‘I wish you were still a baby’
I’m from pearl river and six ditch, the soil rich with my ancestors who were short lived but long loved
I am from the thanksgiving of gray corn and the easter of stickers and crackers
I’m from the frayed pictures in a cigar box, The faces grey with lost hope
I am the spine of my own book, it’s story still unfinished
-Bella Rivera
I am from oil pastels. From reeves art supplies, and canvas thick with paint and shallow with meaning
I’m from the quiet house with the blue door, the cinnamon candles that welcome you home, and the spirits that hover over their soft glow
I am from the clusters of hydrangeas that line the walkway, with the smell of honey and the taste of poison that lingers on your clothes
I am from christmas tamales and the peaceful souls who make them. From Aunt Opal, Marie Antoinette, and Dortha May
I am from tarot cards, chapel on wednesday and moon spells in my catechism. From the star, queen of cups, and ‘Trust in the Lord with all your heart’
I am from wonder women costumes and justice league meetings in the living room
I am from ‘grow up’ to ‘I wish you were still a baby’
I’m from pearl river and six ditch, the soil rich with my ancestors who were short lived but long loved
I am from the thanksgiving of gray corn and the easter of stickers and crackers
I’m from the frayed pictures in a cigar box, The faces grey with lost hope
I am the spine of my own book, it’s story still unfinished
-Bella Rivera