An advanced level Mixed Media class at Whitney Young High School
in Chicago, taught by Lisa Wax (creator of the Lifes Deal
Deck of Cards project) created these fantastic full-color variations
on the black and white Autobiographical Comics project. This was
the last project of the school year so students had had many experiences
with a variety of media. The project began with the questionnaire
to elicit student storytelling. Ms. Wax created a new version of
the McAdams Questionnairediscarding some questions and adding
others that she felt would be more relevant and interesting for
The average size of a piece was around 15 by
22 inches. Students created a pencil sketch, then darkened the lines,
and began the process of adding color. Markers, collage, watercolor,
and charcoal were the favored materials for completing the project.
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ANOTHER STRAY CALICO
THE SMELLY PERV ON THE
NICE KITTY. WANNA SEE SOME PICTURES? OH, NO
THAT COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE
MY FATHER NOT SO HAPPY
AT LEAST HE MADE ME DINNER.
by Allie Young
My Dad was big in Vietnam. Big!
He was big and busy at work!
He was big helping me with my homework!
Then we moved to Chicago.
And my Dad got small
He was small at home, but still okay!
Little Daughter, what did that say?
But, working at the steel mill . . .
by Haibinh Hguyen
by Jacqueline Paredes
by Adi Berlin
WHERE DO YOUR THOUGHTS GO WHEN YOU SLEEP?
YOU ARENT DREAMING THE WHOLE TIME
BUILDING UP, AND FALLING DOWN JUST AS SOON,
WHAT IS BEHIND THE FROWN, THE EMPTY CALM?
by Elijah Rutschmann
At the show
THE CHORD CHANGES
TRY TO EXHALE
THIS IS REAL
LIFE BRUISED WITH STAGE LIGHTS AND POSSIBILITIES
IT ALL MAKES SENSE
DANGLED IN MUSICAL
DOSES OF PERFECT.
by Liz Kemph
Sheet in pocket reads: Safety Guide
Fragments of writing visible on paper with hand:
that remind me of
with polished nametags
tall cup of flat Dr. Pepper
by Matt Milkowski
Once upon a time in guitar class, I dream that I would one day
Playing guitar under the purple twilight
Smeared with starlight
Thick with butterflies
On the road
Groupies and gold records.
But it was only a dream.
Or was it?
by Erin Parker