“Green Spaces” is an arts-integrated residency led by Teaching Artist Joanne Miller in collaboration with the entire Wheaton High School ESOL teaching team. The project integrates five levels of English language learning curricula with art and photography and is directed exclusively at 300 ESOL students of all language levels to promote the advancement of English language skills and critical-thinking. This cross-curriculum project uses the art of photography to examine land use in the Wheaton community. With over 30 cameras provided by the artist, students examined different aspects of land use in their community while expressing a personal vision through a hands-on creative experience. Students composed an artist statement, and participated in an exhibition at Wheaton High School's in-house gallery.
Berries. The food for some animals or the seeds for future berry plants. I took this photo thinking about those little things which make nature a better place. These purple berries make this photo spectacular art. The colors and the position are perfect. Nature is made up of many little things that are important and beautiful to us.
The purpose of my photo is to show the paradox of delicate nature versus the chaos of city life. It inspires me because it shows how nature can grow anywhere and break through the destruction of human hands. The dandelion represents a wish because if you blow on it your wish will come true. My wish would be to make people have more green thoughts to protect and preserve the earth and all the beautiful things that it keeps.
THE PINE CONE
There was a little pine cone, who at one time had a life and a family just like us.
His father was the Earth and his mom was the tree. One day a strange thing happened when his mother felt something cutting her and she was dying. The little pine cone asked, “Mom, what’s happening?” The weather turned cold and the silent clouds started crying. That’s when the father of the little pine cone was sad and as the mother was being cut, she dropped the little pine cone down to the ground crying, “Help me!” The father wanted everyone to feel the pain of the Earth by crying and angry with the strange thing that killed his wife. The father then began dying just as the little pine cone and his mother did. None of them could speak, walk, or wake up in order to defend their home.
I am here to speak for the many trees that are cut every day. The earth is dying as people are destroying it and the trees cannot speak for themselves and say, “Stop!”