Graffiti

Good or bad?

I think graffiti can be vandalism or art, depending on what it is.

Graffiti can be inappropriate things, like swearing. Most graffiti is done by teenagers. They draw and write many things, for example, swearing. They could be using this to get their anger out or they can be doing this for fun. It is bad for little children and can be disturbing to see.

It depends on what it is and where it is. It could be a mess or it could be good art. Whether it was on a fence or in a depressing alley, graffiti can be good or bad.

It can be a big mess. Not all graffiti is great. Sometimes when people write their names they might think that it is art but when others see it, they think it is rubbish. People also draw things that are not good at all but the failed art just stays there.

When it looks very good it can be called art. Sometimes graffiti looks really good but it still matters what and where it is. Some people will travel very far away to see good graffiti.

Some graffiti artists get paid to make special pieces of art. People will sometimes pay truck loads of money to get this. One reason why they do this is so that when people walk past it, they will see art done by a well known artist.

Graffiti isn’t completely good or bad. It can be messy or good art but it mostly depends on what it is and where it was done.

The digestive system

This is a model of the digestive system.It was made in science and we were learning about

The Blob

The Blob

Click! Click! My life jacket and light blue helmet were on. Slowly I walked up the staircase. As soon as I reached the top I started to re-think my choice of going on the blob but my overall goal at Waimarino was to have a go on all of the activities that I could, so I prepared myself for my turn. After a couple of jumps it was my turn. Slowly, I shuffled over to the edge of the platform and jumped… Suddenly I landed on the blob and  it was like landing on a giant pillow.It was a little bit hard but I quickly crawled over to the other end and braced myself for what was about to happen, I knew it would be sudden… Bang! I  went up, up, up and then down. Slap! Now a had a sore leg from landing on my side. In a rush, I quickly swam over to a drenched and mossy ladder,  pulled myself up and then I started to be proud of myself but I wasn’t sure If I should go again. I was happy walking away, feeling proud and satisfied.   

Instead of watching sport on tv, I was asked to clean out the attic and I did. After about half an hour of sorting special items from rubbish, I decided that I would try to conquer cleaning the massive old wardrobe. It sat in one corner of the attic. Quickly and easily, I pulled the fog gray sheet off. There sat the wardrobe. The old, damaged wardrobe. Slowly I opened the doors. Straight away something caught my eye. It was a dusty, old book but it wasn’t just any old book, it was my diary. The one I used in the war. I ran downstairs and went straight to my bedroom. I dropped to the floor and reached under my bed. I pulled out a key and that’s all that I left with. I dashed back up to the attic, grabbed the dairy and unlocked it. Suddenly everything came back to me. The first thing I remembered was how for a few hours there was a truce and if I remembered correctly, it was on… Christmas? We all played soccer and it was super fun. I also remembered all the names of the people who stood by my side all the way through the devastating war. After about two hours of happy and horrible memories, I decided to put the book away. After all of this I thought it might be the right time to

      Hi my name is Esther and I'm new to blogging. I'm into all different kinds of art and I love designing from on pages all the way to inside homes.Most Frydays I will add a new post before 10am.