Research an Artist

Question#1: Who is the artist?

Lynn Dugan has an art studio at the Sugar Creek Thorntown Art Center. She teaches kids about how to paint, watercolors, shades, and how to add the little details to make a painting look really good. She is good at what she does. She is good with kids. She is a very good art teacher.

Question#2: What kind of art does she make?

Archiscopes

Question#3: Where does Lynn live?

Thorntown

Question#4: Why do I like this artist?

She was my art teacher and I thought she was very good at what she did. I was able to see a lot of her art and I was amazed.

Question#5: What particular works by this artist do I like and why?

I like the US flag painting because I plan to join the army when I grow up. I love the United States. I also like the 3D appearance of the painting, which she taught me was done with shadowing.

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Example

If I went to school
I would be the fool
As I have no shoes
and it would be in the news.

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the blue light (2)

to the dew (3)

to git brght (4)

good stuf

These shoes are as boring as a rock.

This salad is as good as a candy cane.

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A Penny's Point of View

I was first created in a bank. Then I was taken out of safe deposit box and taken to Wal-Mart to buy paper. I was dropped into the cash register for five days...long, boring days. Then I was used to make change for a man buying a Nerf long-shot dart gun. I am now in his pocket next to a twenty dollar bill who keeps snickering at me like as if it is so much more important than me. Just because I am a single cent and he is 2,000 cents doesn't mean I am not as important.

The night passed and I was given to the man's son so he could go to the IGA and buy some bubble gum. I was again dropped into the cash register's drawer and laid untouched for another ten days. Then I was given to a five-year-old little boy who just bought a bag of cotton candy. He carried me down the street in his sweaty, sticky palm until he dropped me and I rolled into the gutter. Ker-plunk! Splash!

After swimming through pipes and drains and splashing for hours, I am now sitting at the bottom of a creek watching as the kids dip their toes into the water. A ten-year-old boy keeps walking in deeper and deeper, searching for gold and I hope he will find me. I am working hard to rub my copper-self on rocks so that if the sun catches me just right, my copper will shine enough to catch his eye. Then I can go home in his shoe and be his lucky penny.