Art in the Arches:
Out of The Blue
‘One Woman for Every Woman’
Jersey College for Girls
Collection of student poems
Year 9
2025
Facilitated by Katharine Moss, Danielle Whelan, Rupert Orr & Jacque Rutter
OUTOFTHEBLUE
The work featured here was created by JCG Students in Year 9 over thecourseofasingleday.
English teacher and poet Danielle Mynes shared two examples of her poetry inspired by the ocean, and students were tasked with drafting their own poetry based on the concept of lovefortheoceans.
Using their poetry, they then created collages based on the imagery of their poem, and then revisited their poem and redrafted it again as they crafted their poem and art piece at the same time.
By the end of the day, students had created an exhibition of their work for others to see and enjoy. These poems and art would then serve as thecreativefoundationoftwomurals to be painted at the harbour arches by the Radisson Hotel in St. Helier.
Please enjoy the work they produced.
Swimming at the beach,
Parties in the streets, Happiness all around,
Because summer came to town!
Winter was cold and sad,
And days were short and bad; But summer the sun stays up, Therefore the day is long!
We love summer.
Frieda Ajavon
Out of the blue, the waves rolled in, Cyan and turquoise, wet on my skin.
The sky was blue, the sea was deep, It made me excited, like I couldn't sleep.
Out of the blue, a thought came fast: How can the ocean make the past?
The colours change, but still feel true, Reflecting the sky
And all that blue.
Isobel Atieno- McCrae
Lucia Bagot
Priyanshi Bhardwaj
Out of the blue
The brush moved so softly and freely,
On my fresh page for new ideas.
The blue on my brush leaves a vibrant emotion on my page:
It’s the first thing you will notice,
As your eyes wonder around the not so empty page.
I then use a darker and deeper blue
It shows the shadows in my paintings and how the darkness can
Be good
The darkness is like a shadow following you around
The darkness and showers in your life are so important.
I use lightly coloured blue for the lines and highlights,
The highlights in my life are happy ones:
The light blues show the bright sides;
It shapes your life and makes the painting brighter.
I am the colours on my page:
Each colour shows who
I am and how each shade shows a different purpose.
I am made out of the blue
Maggie Buchanan
Amelie Buesnel
Out of the blue, the waves roll in, Teal and turquoise on my skin.
Cyan skies and seagulls cry,
The ocean sings, louder.
Out of the blue, it feels so wide,
Big and bright, it cannot hide.
Out of the blue, it calls to me
A quiet place, deep like the sea.
Ananya Dhyani
The crystal blue ocean shimmers deep underneath the shore
Vibrant coral lines the ocean floor:
Orange, purple, yellow, and pink,
The sea creatures scuttle away in a blink.
Pearls glisten like secret treasures
And starfish sit still.
Seaweed dances in the current
As dolphins race
Against the tide.
Eloise Howard
sand crashes beneath my feet; the blue slowly leaves the sky; crash. splash. bang. the waves sweep me away. the sun sets, glimmering on the sea icy winds bite me— but still, I stay
in the sea, at my favourite time of day.
Lily Inns
Oak’s Oath
Iridescent blue feathers emerge from a sacred nest. A withered oak tree takes guard of their home. Rain dripping, a bird breaks free, calling out
Into the hush of morning – raw and real, It’s voicea thread unravelling the mist.
Wind stirs the soaked underbrush,
Each drop a drumbeat on hollow leaves.
The bird shivers, not from cold,
But from the weight of becoming.
It’s wings, slick with first flight,
Tremble as it names the sky –
Not in words, but in pulse.
And the Oak, ancient and unmoving, listens – not as protector
But as an onlooker.
Julia Jesus
In the
garden
It all starts with a tiny little seed
Then it turns into a weed
Growing rapidly in the soil.
In the garden you can hear the children play
Their high pitch voices on display.
The growing flowers blooms:
Vibrant yellow and pinks can be seen
Almost like the blossoming of a caterpillar to a butterfly -
You can hear them flapping in the trees
And the feeling of a little breeze.
However the garden remains, to grow;
Time passes, as we know.
Morris
I saw you standing near the tide: Your hair was blowing wild and free; The waves were crashing at our feet; I never guessed that we would meet But something clicked in you and me.
We didn’t talk at first too loud,
Just shared some chips and laughed a bit; I spilled my drink, you helped me out,
And just like that, there was no doubt—
Our friendship started then, real.
You weren’t someone I had planned, Not from my school or on my phone, But somehow you just felt like “yes,”
Like fate had picked you from the rest—
So I would never be alone.
We raced the seagulls in the sand,
Built castles tall until they fell,
We talked ’til sunset turned to stars, Like soulmates meeting from afar—
A story I will always tell.
Issy Powell
Out of the blue, like a gull on the breeze,
You came with a whisper that rustled the trees.
No warning, no sign from the skies overhead,
Just laughter where silence had quietly spread.
A spark in the hush, a ripple, a start—
You coloured the grey in the map of my heart.
Like rain on dry earth or a star breaking through—
The world felt alive, all because of you.
Rae
Dusty
Out of the blue, you were just there,
Like the wind shifting — quiet, rare.
No build-up, no grand design,
Just something simple that felt like mine.
No fireworks, no sudden flight,
Just steady ground and softer light.
I didn’t look, I didn’t plan —
But still, you fit, just as I am.
Evie Saw
Whispers Beneath the Waves
In illusionary depths, deep silence hums,
Coloured coral sings and the jelly drums.
A silver school in a swirling splash,
Ripples pigment of a pale moon flash,
Textured dreams of soothing shade,
While manta rays like spirits wade.
Pulse reaction of pufferfish sight
And a call to the stars to share the night.
Crabs clattered armour clicks and glides,
A seahorse sails away tonight.
And deep below, where light won’t roam,
The whale hums low—this sea, her home.
Orielle Stanley
Out of the blue, the sea came alive,
With waves that rolled and seagulls that dive.
The wind was soft, the sky was wide,
And something moved beneath the tide.
A sunken ship lay still and low,
With fish that swam where sailors go.
The coral swayed like a soft hello,
In the quiet world where no winds blow.
The sunlight danced on the ocean’s skin,
As dolphins leapt with joyful spin.
Down below, where it’s dark and deep,
The whales sang songs that made fish sleep.
Out of the blue, the sea spoke clear,
In waves and whispers we could hear.
It told of wonder, wild and free—
The endless magic of the sea.
A message came in a curling wave,
From sandy shores to a secret cave.
Shells and seaweed, floating through,
Told stories old, yet somehow new.
Ruby Stubbs
Walking for hours, my legs were tired,
The sun was hot, the path felt wired.
I didn’t know just where I’d go,
But kept on walking
Mindlessly.
Then all at once, the trees were gone,
And I was standing on a lawn.
So big,
So calm;
Flowers bloomed before my eyes.
Coco Wilson
Emma Renouf
Rays of soft light seep into the endless blue; cool and glowing, providing light to admire the world below the surface with human eyes.
Whale song soaks into the silent calm of the gentle currents, the giant creature a mere grain of sand in comparison to the comforting void.
Solitude in the vast desert of water isn’t so lonely surrounded by alien creatures usually hiding away from judgmental sight.
Imperfect and beautiful, scientific marvels lost to the deep.
The glimmer of scales, fins and antenna glitter the blue with sparks of life.
Feigned luminescence caused by vibrant coral and plants splash bright colour into the eyes watching it.
Ocean; often seen as an unforgiving rapid infested with monsters, but a quiet peace is what really lurks out in the blue.
Art in the Arches is produced by ArtHouse Jersey, with special thanks to Soroptimist International Jersey for their generous sponsorship of this mural as well as our supporting partners: Ports of Jersey, Radisson Blu Waterfront Hotel, Jersey Development Company, Normans, and AA Langlois for their generous donations of space, time and materials.
