Guerrilla Art 5: postcards

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Friday, February 21, 2014

Appropriated Artwork Johnathan Yanez Fantasy

Johnathan Yanez 2-18-14

Period 5^th

It was on a raining day it smelled like and old house humid and very dirty place a little girl name Ashley grew up in a little town she dream to one day go to a magical place that would have wonderful things were it was nice and peaceful kids stared to disappear from there homes and parents were worried about it they never knew were there little kid when and never return back a clown from out off nowhere came he had a huge smile in his old wrinkled face he smelled like and old man very tall and had crazy colorful hair he had balloons he had balloons that there were colorful and he had 8 balloons that were all Black he saw Ashley sitting in a sunny day in the side walk with puddles around her and garbed next to her the clown had just ask her if she was ok she said no he reply why not Ashley had told the clown that she waned to be in a magical place but it would never come true the clown had a huge smile showing he’s yellowing teeth he told Ashley “ I came make all yours dreams come true “ the clown said and he said how the clown said here take this 8 balloons and all your wishes will come true the girl had a smile at him and gave him a big huge tight hug and she ran quickly to her place Ashley didn’t know that does balloons were a bad thing to take them as she walked and waked the balloons stared to fly away with Ashley and stared to go up and up Ashley stared to become black like a shadow she flew away into a very magical place but what she didn’t knew is that the clown had something else in plan he waned to keep the girl as a slave and never to return like all the kids that disappeared she did to she never return back no one knows why the clown chooses he’s victims but what they do know is that they never going to come back so every 2 yeas the clown goes back to the town and take a kid to what’s supposed to be a magical place but its actually hell were there’s a lot of kids that you can heard crying all dirty but still holding the 8 black balloons they came to that place

Appropriated Artwork: Mario Ortiz, Halloweenland.

I thought this was a normal town. Usually, I'd wake up in the morning, take a walk in the park, feed some birds on the way and maybe grab some coffee on the way back. Not this morning. This morning, the smells of burning rubber, and boiling blood filled my bedroom. This morning, I looked out the window, only to see that the sky had been replaced with lava, and the sun, with a demonic head. Residents from all over the town ran in panic as no one knew how to react to such a catastrophe. No one was prepared for this. Sweat rushes down my forehead slowly as I nervously make my way downstairs. I mustn't leave home today, I thought. I must stay safe. Then suddenly, I heard the overbearing sound of something crashing through my upstairs window. It sounded enormous. My heart began to beat twice as fast. I started to make my way up the stairs when out of nowhere: BOOM. Another one. This time right behind me. My house gradually started falling apart, with pieces of brick and dust scattering all over the floor. My first thought was to leave the house. I needed to to at least have a chance to escape this terrible fate. I swiftly ran toward the front door, and when I went to touch the knob, my hand shot back. It was scorching hot. I turned around, and right behind me was a man. He slightly resembled the man who replaced the sun. This was Halloweenland; and I was not ready for what was to come.

Appropriated Artwork: Ramon Zaragoza "Visual Powers"

Appropriated Art- Atmosphere - Joel Ponce -

Atmosphere

A man running I don’t understand why.

he is at a dock, but he is still running. He slips into the water starts sinking to the bottom.

His throat burning, gasping, screaming for air, as his last breath of air is coming out he is teleported, at first he doesn't care. He is recovering his self with air. He stops. Quickly looks up at this new world he is in. The atmosphere filled with colors, and no gravity holding anything down, yet nothing is floating around, but there are no limits on what you can step onto.

As he is gazing at the strange colors of this place, and notices some sorts of creatures gliding in the distance. He realizes this world is coming to a quick end. Stars in the distance exploding into white burning balls, burning rocks from destroyed plants flying around, deadly gasses spreading in the atmosphere giving the world a more colorful, but deadly look. A person comes from a portal, a female, she yells to the man “Come this way!”. A race to escape starts.

Appropriated Art - "The Legend Begins", by Moises Perez

Venture

Walking through this darkness for so long has gotten me disoriented. My kinesthetic sense no longer feels natural. This bright light suddenly appears in front of me out of nowhere, as if I’ve stumbled across a door leading to another world. I step closer, hearing the clunk of my boots against the wooden log beneath me. My head peeks out of the log, peering out into the environment surrounding me. My hand comes off the wooden wall, and my feet step onto the greenery before me.

This is supposed to be a sacred place, but for some reason, the grass is freshly cut; the aroma of it pierces my nose in the best way possible. It smells delicious, complimented very well by the lush scent of fresh air that radiates from the trees that surround me. The tops of them are thick, barely letting in any light but still managing to keep the place well lit.

The untouched beauty of the nature around me diverted my attention away from my task at hand. I look forward, towards the one place that receives a full shower of light. Small woodland creatures surround me, with no intimidation, solely the intent to watch me approach closer. They look happy, as if they are eager to see me. As I get closer however, their natural instinct causes them to trot away into the bushes, where they continue to watch.

I step onto the one paved granite, and walk slowly towards my target. The closer I get, the stronger and empowered I feel. Placing my right hand upon the hilt, I feel the strength and the energy emanating from it. My other hand wraps around the first, and I slowly tug them both upward. With a small gleam of light escaping from the stone before me, I relinquish the sword entirely from the pedestal, feeling the energy of all the other beings who once held this in their hands.

Holding the Blade of Evil's Bane in my hands, I continue onward to my next destination.

Appropriated Artwork: Juan Ramirez "colors in the dark"

Juan Ramirez

Multimedia art 5^th

2/20/14

In the world I created it’s a world of darkness a world where no color or happiness exists. Everyone always seems to be gloomy as if they were always sad like they didn’t enjoy life because without color there was no excitement no happiness. The man in my image named Carlos is the one person in the world who wants to change the dull place they call earth and add some color to it, to bring it to life and have change for once. He sneaks out in the middle of the night while everyone’s asleep to go out into the world and add some color and life. Some people might see it as graffiti or a bother to society but him and his fellow followers want to see a different change to the world and spread happiness instead of the dull colorless world that they currently live in. not a sound is ever heard as the world is swallowed in darkness and depression, Carlos feels likes it’s up to him to bring a change to this world and make it the earth everyone expects it to be, a warm happy place to live in and always continue to be like that. Once the sun goes down and the streets become empty is when carlos comes out and tries to make his change to the world secretly which Is why he covers his face.

Appropriated Artwork: Eaters and Transformers

Creative Writing

Once upon a time, I woke up early in the morning and made me some breakfast. I had a very important job to do, & that was to feed the women in need, or greed. So after making sure I was clean, I walked to the front door. Outside was an endless line of females ages 16-24, waiting for me, the master, to come through with their food. The sky was purple, and after feeding these cloth-less ladies, all of a sudden one female tried to eat too much, just because the feast was over and she thought she could get some more. Therefore without paying extra money for the extra serving she got, she tried to run into my parking lot full of transformers. Her bare feet did not math my footprint, so the alarm went off and the transformers woke up. Somehow though, instead of going for her they started fighting each other, & everything just got hectic. I was tired of all this so I planted a bomb under the parking garage and blew us all up. We all died. At least we resting in peace, though.

Appropriated Artwork: "The Colors Surround Beauty" Gerardo De Luna Jr.

I look at my art work and think about Marilyn Monroe and her life and all the loves she had and how many people loved her. I see her with her big beautiful red bold lips that stand out. I see her surrounded by different colors that represent different people, emotions, and lovers that she had in her life, and also all the adventures she had. It also represents all the people judged her and said bad things to her and about her and the fact that she didn’t care what they thought or said about her as a person. She did what she wanted without caring. I hear criticisms from other people and celebrities that would hate on her for her beauty. I hear bad names and words that hurt her and brought her down as a person and not a celebrity. The only thing she wanted was to find true love.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Postcard Exchange

AMAZING ARTISTS PARTICIPATE IN EXCHANGE WITH GUERRILLA ART STUDENTS!

Students of the Curie Guerrilla classes have paired with artists around America who have joined our Exchange Event. Those artists made art postcards and are sending them to our Guerrilla students. The Guerrilla students will send their art postcards in return. Each Guerrilla postcard has a QR code so that
anyone who views the card can immediately connect to this blog via smartphone.

What makes this Guerrilla? Art is sent out of the building into another's hands. A connection is made between Guerrilla Student Artist and Exchange Artist. By sending postcards, both express their artwork message in the wider world.

ARTIST POSTCARDS participating in the exchange: