This mural has become all about the tools we have to express ourselves. The hand tree blossoms out from a garden stone rake handle, palettes and hearts shape shift across a spectrum of warm and cool colors, and a giant paint brush looms as the focal point before turning a corner to the sight of music. I am the happy teacher, sitting back and watching the decisions and the group dynamic resolve and prosper! These eighth graders are talking, listening, touching and painting... a lot is happening that is visible and invisible. (ndp)
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