Showing posts with label black construction paper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black construction paper. Show all posts

Monday, April 30, 2012

Black construction paper

Some Ideas for Lobject's Leftovers


A lamb’s head, an owl’s eyes, the pot a leprechaun was always chasing at the end of a rainbow, and a cat’s whole body – except for his nose, eyes, and perhaps his whiskers. 


A panda in patches, a snowman’s coal eyes and top hat, an entire ant with all six legs, a penguin – except for his tummy and beak.

A spider and even its web, a bat flapping in the night sky, and the backdrop of snow falling on a cold, winter night.

A ladybug’s body and her spots, a witch’s hat and dress, a zebra in splotches, a bowling ball with the holes placed to make a triangle.

The stenciled letters on a yellow school bus, a bumblebee’s stripes and stinger, most of a milking cow, and even the body and antennas of a fluttering butterfly.

Santa’s belt, strips for a tiger, a birthday card claiming someone is “over the hill," a watermelon’s seeds, Dora’s haircut into a bob.

While I am sure there are more, these are some of the ways you could use the black construction paper that is always leftover from those colorful packs.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Day 8: Pobject's black construction paper

For four years I spent six Saturday mornings out of every semester working with precocious third-through-fifth graders, teaching them mathematical concepts most people will never, ever encounter. Through games and other hands-on activities, these kids learned about fractals, topology, cryptography, probability, and graph theory. My class usually drew around ten kids, every one of them brainier, and thus quirkier, than most of their peers. (Helen manifested her OCD through mechanical regimenting of everything around her. Art made up love songs about dodecahedrons.)

Week One. I always started with “Build Your Own Fractal,” since it gave the kids a great chance to express themselves creatively and mathematically while they tried their damnedest to make a mess at the same time. I brought pencils, paper, crayons, magic markers, scissors, glue, tape, and plenty of construction paper, craft paper, and poster board of every color I could find. Once I even brought glitter.



Most kids stuck to the basics, drawing fractal cactuses and octopi, or mimicking the handful of fun fractals I’d shown them earlier in the class. Some kids got more adventurous. These would claim a few pieces of construction paper and poster board and a roll of tape. They’d hack out rough, jagged triangles and squares and tape them together in crosses and spirals. Sometimes they’d decorate these objects, adorning them with runic characters drawn in bold magic marker.

The black construction paper often went overlooked. The girls passed it up for bright blues, pinks, and yellows, and even the boys preferred red and green. You couldn’t write legibly on the black, and it dulled the color of any other pieces it was paired with. I’d often end the semester with surplus black, most of which would find its way into the rotation in the next term, if not simply forgotten in the bottom drawer of my office filing cabinet.

I’ve always felt badly for ill-treated machinery (overworked can openers and washing machines) and neglected objects (teddy bears left behind at hotels, towels lost by the side of the road). No thing, sentient or no, deserves a rough fate. I feel bad for the black construction paper. I know without a doubt that all each piece wants is to be made into a Julia set or an octahedron before the sun turns its dark ebony skin to a cadaverous gray.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Day 6: Lobject’s black construction paper


Crayola markers don’t discover their potential
on black construction paper, so she always ends
up with a pack of only black paper, maybe a few
pieces of yellow, only the round outline after sun.

Each muddy mark hides beauty. She deconstructs
black paper, mangling a series of  lopsided circles,
calling them cats, scoring out teeth with scissors and
creating shadows by cutting rounded, jagged edges.

Until there was nothing else to do with black paper
but use it for grass, trees, animals—a haunted forest.
Then her dream house—black becoming shingles,
shudders, a chimney, doorways, and stepping stones.

Each creation a new manipulation of black, paper,
glue, scissors, fantasies, and refrigerator innovations.