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Students’ creative and performing arts work.
You can't use up creativity. The more you use the more you have. - Maya Angelou
WriteOn 2020 - a letter to Grandad
Two brothers who study by distance education have shown creativity runs in the family after back to back wins in the annual WriteOn competition.
Year 4 student Rafael Siemer, from Bourke-Walgett School of Distance Education, earned a gold certificate for his response to the set of stimulus of an image of a young boy and his dog.
Rafael's winning entry took the form of a letter to his late grandfather, which interwined the joy of getting a new puppy with the grief of missing his grandad.
More Than An Athlete
An elite student basketballer, Tomas Ramos, has tapped into his sporting passion to create a compelling piece of art.
Through this work, Tomas wanted to highlight that some of sport’s most bankable stars were using their position as a platform for change.
As part of the 2020 Biennale of Sydney, Collarenebri Central School students took part in a community consultation on whether to allow the exhibition to include a 1949 film about the removal of sacred Dendroglyphs (carved trees) from the traditional Bora Ground near Collarenebri.
The piece is a film part of ‘Powerful Objects’, which are historical pieces placed throughout the exhibition. It is not incorporated into any of the artworks but instead is “in conversation” with the works at the MCA.
The exhibit can be viewed as part of the MCA’s virtual tourExternal link
The Coconut Children - by Vivian Pham
About the author
Vivian Pham is a 2018 graduate of Birrong Girls High School. In 2017 she was selected to take part in the Sydney Story Factory Novella Project, which led to the publication of her first novel, The Coconut Children. In August 2018 she attended and spoke as Australia's representative at the International Congress of Youth Voices in the US.
On the day of Vince’s release, you could hear his laughter thundering through the entire neighbourhood. It was February 1998. The centre of summer. The timbre of his voice shook the trees and rumbled through the streets, tearing through the delicate seams of silence. He was with his posse of old friends, the type of kids that carry knives in their back pockets. Maybe it was a trick of the light but it was almost as if he had never left.
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