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      Write On Site 2016

      Write on Site 2016

      Monday, July 18th to Friday, July 22nd

      Students, ages 13 to 15, immersed themselves in site-specific art at The Aldrich, guided by Barb Jennes, poet, writer, and currently an eighth-grade English teacher in Ridgefield.  Students spent the week exploring the installations, sculptures (indoors and out), and “play-with-it” interactive artwork of four outstanding contemporary artists. Students then expressed their deep engagement with the creative experience in writing for various literary media. The group collaborated, shared, and created with each other. A selection of the participants’ writing has been showcased in the galleries and on the this blog, offering Aldrich visitors a unique perspective into the current series of exhibitions.

      “Logs of Three” - A response to Virginia Overton’s Untitled (Log 1, Log 2 and Log 3) By Rosemary O’Keefe

      Logs of three
      Flying above me
      Making me feel small
      Like I don't matter at all
      Big black steel
      Bold and real
      Tiny and slim against
      The big logs of three

      But do I feel small
      Pinned against a wall?
      Or do I feel strong and big?
      Like the wood above me
      Like giants’ fingers three
      Are just twigs
      Captured and pushed high
      Through the power and promise
      Of Man’s eye?

      And staring upward
      At the wooden giants above
      And looking and seeing
      Had me believing
      That the iron
      Is bold, sleek and strong
      But it just barely holds
      The wood
      That stretches out so long

      And this idea
      Has unfolded
      My mind now en-bolded

      The logs of three
      Have taught me
      The enormity
      Of the natural world
      And the tiny, tiny me
      Barely contain each other
      And how great
      our beauty can be

      For we are not meant to
      Control each other's world
      For with each coming day
      A new triumph is unfurled
      For me? For you? For nature?
      No, for our world.

      “Peter Liversidge” By Rosemary O’Keefe

      Peter Liversidge
      A clever man
      A funny man
      He brought smiles
      He brought laughs
      His view
      Of art unlimited
      Three rows of proposals
      Each 20 proposals long
      Hum a merry song
      Of proposals thought of
      And proposals done
      Behind the proposals wall
      Are lines that get so close
      But never touch
      Some may fear there's just too much space
      In the room
      But to me
      There's just enough
      To walk right through
      And have some fun
      Maybe Keith Richards
      Might just come in
      And play his guitar
      Hook it up
      To the amp
      Turned on and waiting
      Across the floor
      Rocks kicked in
      A rather unsubtle
      “Matter, I can prove you're there”
      That it's just as real
      As the lakes
      Pools of Connecticut
      Sitting on the floor
      Oh, who could ask for more?
      More to come, more to see!
      Play with the light set of three
      Run, dance, and smile
      This exhibit
      Will have you stay awhile
      Enjoy his endless possibility

      "What We Hear" By Donata Libonati

      "What We Hear" By Donata Libonati

      It’s not difficult to find the real meaning behind your words
      The constricting sentences that are meant to mold us
      Into a shell of our being
      To make us the way you see fit
      They suppress and bind, not allowing us to be
      What we are for fear of scolding and judgement and blame
      Shamed for holding our heads high because we refuse to face away from the wind
      Always flinching, always watching, always waiting
      But don’t think we don’t see
      Don’t think we don’t hear
      Don’t think we don’t know what this is
      Your way of disguising the boundaries
      Making them seem that they are helping, bettering, “for our own good”
      We are more than just flies on a wall
      We have a voice, we have thoughts
      Don’t expect us to keep quiet
      Just because we are an inconvenience to your ears

      "Going Nowhere" By Allison Hard

      "Going Nowhere" By Allison Hard

      People ask me where I am going -
      Where am I going?
      I'm going Nowhere
      All of the roads will lead back to one
      The road that leads to Nowhere
      Left or right or here or there
      All lead back to one
      The road that leads to Nowhere
      Except for one - somewhere?