WHISPER OF THE WIND
I’m sitting on the edge of a cold, moist rock, staring straight ahead to where the ocean is gently lapping against the side of the concrete boardwalk.
There are no stars in the dark night sky but there is the tiniest slice of moon, so thin it looks like the edge of a fingernail. There’s a strong light shining down on the boardwalk to show the way for the people walking past, it is reflecting off the wet pavement creating splotches of bright light. There are twinkling lights far off in the distance coming from the shops and restaurants, lighting up the black water.
The air around me has a slight chill from the ocean breeze which fills my nostrils with the strong smell of sea salt. As I sit here I feel the wind increase so I pull my jacket around me.
Men, women and children now rush past me, moving quickly to escape the cold wind. All I can hear is the crashing of waves and the tapping of feet. The boardwalk empties. I feel alone and uncomfortable.
Looking to the left I can see the ocean and the broken mast of an old ship that sank fifty years ago. To the right I notice a few trees near a restaurant with lots of people inside laughing, drinking, eating and talking. It looks so inviting to be in there in the warmth and away from the cold wind, or to even be at home in my nice snugly bed.
I turn around and look behind me. I see the boardwalk going on forever, disappearing into the darkness. A huge bridge crosses the water covered with cars and their lights.
I turn back to where I was first looking and notice that the water is growing wilder. The waves are crashing against the boardwalk and the wind is becoming fiercer. A man in a blue rain jacket and black pants is jogging towards me along the boardwalk yelling something that I can’t hear over the wind and the ocean.
The water is no longer crashing against the boardwalk but spraying over it so the boardwalk is now very wet.
The wind around me is freezing and sometimes the small sprays of water hit me and they are very cold. Imagine putting tiny cubes of ice all over your body, that’s what it feels like. Everything is so wild and the man in the blue jacket is now running towards me yelling out my name.
Suddenly when he’s about ten metres away from me a huge spray of icy water, double his size, shoots up! In the short moment the water is out of the raging waves I see the shape of a huge fig tree beside the man. The man jumps back in surprise, Then it changes into a whale with lovely white tail fins which dives back into the water and disappears.
There is absolutely no evidence of this huge spray of water, just the rolling waves remain.
The man comes up to me and puts out his hand. “It’s time to go home son.”
Spirits in the harbour
I rushed along the solid face of the rocky path that surrounded Sydney harbour. Although it was quite cold my tired body was soaked in water for I was sweating like salted eggplant. My body was trembling with exhaustion and I could barely squeeze enough air out of my already inflamed lungs for I had run a good 5km and was still running. Now you’re probably wondering why I would put my scrawny body through so much stress on this night of all nights…
To be honest with you I have no idea. You see, I was in a cafe’ enjoying a hot coffee, trying to keep warm, when a cool cat [you know the sought] walked in with a royal blue raincoat. It looked so comfy and warm, I was so cold and the sky outside looked very threatening. I hate being wet. So when he left his raincoat on the polished wooden table I took my chance, grabbed the raincoat and ran.
So here I am a depressed figure running along a seemingly endless harbour path trying to escape to who knows where. I can hear deafening sirens in the distance but at this very moment they are the least of my worries. Now this may sound weird but it was like spirits were angry at me. I felt I was being watched and that something was tailing my every thought. It seemed that karma had chosen to come and hit me back, square in the face with a baseball bat! Suddenly the wind howled, the ocean churned and the trees roared like your father when he realises you haven’t done your homework for the fifth week in a row!
Then quite suddenly I saw a huge wave aiming its way towards me rolling in like a bowling ball just released. But the wave was going to miss me because the spirits must have forgotten I was moving! I watched the wave roll towards the spot I had just left. Suddenly out of the blue I see a GIGANTIC wave advancing strait towards me but my realisation is too late. I watch stone still with fright as the wave launches its solid body into the face of the protective rock that surrounds the path. But not even that was going to stop the wave from drenching me. The last thing I think as the angry wave wraps itself around my limp body is… I HATE BEING WET! By the way it never did rain that night!
By Oliver Arthur-Andrews
Once upon a time not so long ago there was a man named George and no matter how hard he tried to help people he would always just make it worse.
One day George saw something flash across the sky and then crash to the ground so he ran to it to see what it was. When he got to it he realised it was a meteorite and it was glowing. It mesmerized him and was slowly pulling him towards it. George couldn’t resist the urge to touch it. He reached out his hand and placed it on the meteorite. BANG! The meteorite exploded and sent him flying back. George landed on the ground twenty metres from where the meteorite had been. He lay on his back looking at the sky and then everything went black.
George woke up in his bed the next morning and thought that it must all have been a dream. He left his house to go to work as usual but when he was crossing the road there was a truck hurtling straight for him with no brakes! He was frozen with fear. George saw the truck smash into him but it just felt like a fly had flown into him. He looked around and discovered he was in the same spot and the truck was crumpled in front of him. He was fine.
George decided to go to the hospital considering a truck had just hit him. He also needed to change his pants. When he got there the doctor told him it was a miracle and he was fine with no broken bones, not even a scratch but he told him to go home and rest.
George was amazed that he wasn’t even hurt. He was thinking about what had happened when suddenly he felt the ground drop from underneath him. He looked down and as he was so shocked to see that he was actually flying, he fell to the ground.
When George woke up the next morning he thought that it must have been a dream again but then he remembered that it wasn’t last time. He decided to go outside and accidentally broke the door off. He had become super strong. It wasn’t a dream! He tried to fly and lifted off the ground. Now he can help people!
George flew around looking for someone to help and saw a man on a break wall when a big spray of water splashed up over the edge of the wall and a shark emerged out of the water heading straight for him so George flew in and punched the shark back into the water. The man was stunned. When he regained consciousness he asked who had saved him.
“My name is George,” he said.
“Thank you George!” said the man.
When George got home he realised he had finally helped someone.
Kaya, Cl 6R
I MOVE ON
by Joe Brookes
The waves are splashing viciously; the water appears to be an amazing turquoise colour, white foam is everywhere making me as wet as if I’ve been standing in a windy rain storm. I can feel my socks getting wet and soggy from inside my black shoes. I want to go back, but I can’t, so I move on.
I look down at the shiny, wet, dirty concrete I’m walking on. I love the way the lights reflect off it. I turn around for a brief moment to look at the lights in the distance behind me, I can see the colours are red, orange, yellow, blue, pink and green, its so beautiful back there. But it’s so far away from me now. I have to move forward, no matter what keeps holding me back.
I feel the freezing cold breeze of the cool night blow past me. It makes me feel like I’m standing in the middle of a snow field wearing only a shorts and a T-shirt. It’s so cold out here!
I can taste the fresh salt water dripping down my face. I feel tired and drenched all the way through to my skin. I really wish I could just turn around and be brave, but I cant, so I move on.
The seas are calmer up ahead. But as I move forward, I can still hear the waves behind me; crashing and screaming angrily in my ears. I try to calm myself down and concentrate on what’s in front, I stop to think about where my life will end up now if I keep on going. I wonder, should I go back, but in the end I realize the truth. How am I supposed to do anything in life if I don’t just move on.
Poetry from Year 8
Year 8 is just finishing a term of poetry. They have been learning about poetic techniques as well as different forms of poetry from the free form poem to limericks and haiku.
Here is a free form poem by Jaiia Cerff and Ruby McCoy:
The moon slowly rises
Hailing the start of a long cold, night.
Scattered stars glistening,
like pearls in the deep.
The full moon watches,
Caught midway beween our reality and the vast abyss of space.
The hillside groans under the weight of the infinite stars.
Their reflections ripple,
contorted by the thundering waves.
A shooting star quickly passes,
like a scent on the breeze
Promising profound desires.
Hazes of faded blues and purples
Clash with the night sky.
The stars are footsteps in the seaside sand.
Cosmic entities slowly close their eyes
as the warm, sun embraces them.
Its first rays enveloping the land.
Isabeau Schubert (Year 9) has been selected as a finalist in the Artfelt Art Prize 2012. The exhibition opens in Northern Rivers Community Gallery on 5 September, and helps support Heartfelt House, a Lismore based charity that supports adult survivors of childhood sexual abuse. The theme for this year was “On light and darkness” and Isabeau’s mixed media work ‘Stained’ .
“Stained represents my response to the degradation of our natural environment. Journeying from my home to the city, I became aware of the stain of urban development, black replacing green, darkness replacing light, city canyons of dark with streamers of light, the last vestiges of a verdant green landscape - islands of light in the darkness. The piece is deliberately tactile, yet fragile, strong, yet delicate, like our planet. Urban moss … intrudes … creeps unrelentingly … across the land … stained …”
Website for exhibition http://artfeltartexhibition.shutterfly.com
Wearable Arts update - new website
We have a new website which will be devoted to the Performing Arts at Shearwater. Please bookmark the site, and visit it for updates on all performances staged by Shearwater. You can download the Entry Form for this year’s Wearable Arts Performance Event from the website.
TIME IS ON HER SIDE: a journey through the world of Steampunk. It is a rebellious fantasy genre that explores the imaginary world of ‘tomorrow as it used to be’, a back-to-the-future scenario to inspire the imagination. For many it is a search for where society might have taken the wrong turn at the end of the Victorian era. This was a time of geographical exploration, enormous possibility and empire building, powered by grand schemes, secret cabals and industrial technology, lubricated by gentlemanly manners and high fashion, concealing a grimy underbelly of exploitation, poverty and racism. Steep yourself in the seductive allure of Steampunk, which so readily lends itself to the sections of this year’s theme.
This performance is an opportunity for secondary students to work side by side with staff and community members toward a common goal in a signifiant project where the performing, creative and industrial arts combine and synthesize into an exciting new art-form. It will be a first for Shearwater to stage the production in the new Multi Purpose Hall.
Through scheduled lessons & after school programs students will be involved in the design and creation of production costumes, competition entries, sets and props, promotions and advertising, lighting and sound, music performance, catering, dance, stage management, front of house, hair design and makeup.
Community members who wish to be involved in this years Wearable Arts Performance Event can leave their expression of interest in particular areas with the School front office. Areas where community support is invited include: wardrobe, costume production, administration - ‘the competition’, advertising & promotions, choreography, set & prop construction, backstage support, makeup & hair.
Surrounded by trees
Magical place of nature
Frogs leap branch to branch
Sasha Isaac Yr 7
At the last Cape Byron Rudolf Steiner School Spring Fair Lali Gill, in Class 10 at Shearwater, entered a singer/songwriter competition and won the first prize which was two days at SAE recording studios, one for recording and the other for mixing. In one day she recorded 7 songs - accompanied by Ross Nobel and John Bushelle, and two accompanying herself. The result of all this is that Lali has now come out with her first CD. The artwork for the cover was done by an ex-Shearwater student Zoe Aloni.
Have a listen!
Copies of the CD on sale ( $10.00) in the office.
Isabeau Schubert, who is in Year 9 at Shearwater has her own exhibition at the Northern Rivers Community Gallery from April 4thto 29th April. Entitled “Stain” it builds on the work done for her Personal Interest Project (PIP) in Year 8. The gallery curator was impressed with her work and invited her to exhibit at the gallery during Youth Week.
This exhibition “Stained” includes 5 new pieces, with reference to: coal seam gas mining, ocean oil spills, deforestation and urban intrusion. The creative use of textiles on a metal armature allows a three dimensional quality to be achieved.
“These pieces represent my response to imagery depicting the degradation of our natural environment. They are deliberately tactile, yet fragile, strong, yet delicate … just like our planet.”
Isabeau Schubert, Byron Bay, 2012
Other students from high schools around Ballina are also represented in a group show.