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Volume I Issue I - March 2023
A semi-annual arts magazine featuring the original work of North Park Elementary School students and faculty/staff
Submit your original artwork, poems, and short stories for the next issue here (photograph your art, please). Questions? Email faculty sponsors Katie Serr (serr@npeschool.org) or John Novick (novick@npeschool.org)
North Park Elementary School
2017 W Montrose Ave Chicago, IL 60618
www.npes.org
PreschoolEntries
Claire W, Drawing, markers on paper
Alba J, Drawing, markers on paper
K-5Entries
Charlie F, Watercolor, marker, and tape on paper
Flynn M, Drawing, pencil on paper
Brooke S, Lucy J, Lucy W, and Siena V “Dot World”
Mixed media
Maura S, Oil pastels and marker on paperAsher L, Illustration of a story, crayon on paper
Julian B, Drawing on paper using crayons and pencilFlynn M, Drawing, pencil on paper
Celia C, Marker illustration of a short story on paperJulian B, Watercolor, marker, and tape on paper
Zoe L, Marker illustration of a short story on paper
Creigh N, Marker on paperGeorgia S, Marker on paper
Henry S, Color pencils on paper
Graham H, Marker on paperSawyer J, Oil pastels and marker on paper
MiddleSchool Entries
Vivienne K, Original photographyTom F with Ms. Serr Original poetry
North Park Students
Devouring pizza
Empowering each other
Strumming a ukulele
Solving problems daily
Constantly in stardom
Thundering down the halls
Wrestling for a ball
Racing to the net
Analyzing the force of a jet
Hysterical over a friend’s joke
Numerical expressions, uhhh nope
Hustling down the court
Bustling to play sports
Playing your heart out
Never leavin’ with a pout
Sketching a masterpiece
Envisioning world peace
Collaborating on a project
Elaborating on every test
Speaking before the class
Never a clash
Growing taller
From fall to summer
Growing stronger
Won’t be here much longer Learning more about the world
We are North Park Sharks!
Anonymous, Original photography from an airplane
Anonymous, Original photography
Anya B, Original photography Lilly B and Kye M, Original photography and bubble creationAnonymous, Original photography
Etta D, Original photography
Boom! I hit the wall, sending a sharp pain through my body. I was in a hall, a dark one, one that wasn’t anything I’d seen. I was sitting with my back against the wall. Looking, staring at the dim hallway. Black wallpaper with a white floor, it was colorless. Just black and white. It was as if I was colorblind. I couldn’t move without my spine burning with pain. I closed my eyes, wanting sleep to swallow me whole, but it didn’t work, I couldn’t sleep in this boy's hurting body. I looked at myself, ewwww, I was wearing long sweatpants that were overly baggy for my skinny little legs.
It was the first time I missed my mom ever. Even though she was horrible, she would have helped. What!?! I thought I don’t have a mom and dad. Ignore that you’re in someone else's body, and apparently have their memory. You are Harper. No one else. Just Harper. That gave me, or him, enough energy to stand up. I still could see nothing is color, like I went past the school into this strange, dark, empty alley. No one was there, no one heard the screams of this poor boy.
Anonymous
Excerpt from an original story
Anonymous, Original photography
We go back to our room and draw a plan in my sketchbook. It looks pretty sweet, but I am still nervous. Turns out, we will have to be close to Camp Triguanal to get water and power. We agree that we will be about a quarter of a mile from Camp Triguanal. Nicklaus will dig to camp Triguanal and connect the house using pipes while me and Harper dig out the basement. Then Nicklaus will dig another tunnel for power while me and Harper lay the foundations. Next, I will connect the water and power while Nicklaus and Harper finish up the outside. Finally, we will all decorate the house and finish the inside.
Kye M, Excerpt from an original storyAnonymous, Original photography
Faculty/Staff Entries
Ms. Nardulli, Drawing in pencil
EMILY DICKINSON NEVER ATE A TACO
Emily Dickinson never ate a taco, That's how time and place work-I mean how could she, She never had a chance, Didn't even know what she was missing, And that's an awful shame.
We don't know what we're missing, too, What our shame is, But let's assume we're missing a lot, Never had a chance Because that's how time and place work And Emily Dickinson never ate a taco.
Mr. Novick
Original poetry
Ms. Serr, Acrylic paint on canvas
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Submit your original artwork, poems, and short stories for the next issue here.
Questions? Email faculty sponsors Katie Serr (serr@npeschool.org) or John Novick (novick@npeschool.org)
North Park Elementary School
2017 W Montrose Ave Chicago, IL 60618
www.npes.org