Swift 2nd graders pondered this question, and then came up with responses such as “It would be boring,” “It would be sad,” and “Artists wouldn’t be able to have any fun!”
In Ms. Pendola’s class, several students were out for ACCESS testing, so I read from Rob Gonsalves’ book Imagine a World and students looked closely to see how the illustrations played tricks with our eyes: goldfish -orange leaves on trees turned into monarch butterflies and buildings with windows became faces with wide-open eyes and mouths! We also looked at images of brightly-colored quilts made by the artist, Bisa Butler. We wrote a color poem as a group, which we will revise as a group next week. In Ms. Brist’s class, we read Shel Silverstein’s poem, “Colors,” in which he describes his skin as being “brownish pinkish yellowish white;” with eyes that are “greyish blueish green,/ But I’m told they look orange in the night.” We all put our hands in a hub to notice the range of browns, tans, creams, and pinks among us, before brainstorming ideas for color poems that we will continue to work on next week.
Group Collaboration
pink tastes like plastic strawberries
blue sounds like a crayon drawing on paper
blue sounds like a whale swimming in the ocean
yellow tastes like lemons and bananas, sour and sweet
lavender is lighter than a deep purple eggplant
all by itself at the grocery store
purple is the taste of a juicy and bubbly blackberry
red is for a person who is mad
like a fat dad
who is sometimes sad
we see pink pigs, snakes, and unicorns
black is the color of boredom, or the sound of power
green means you are sick or
spring grass and stems of flowers
Ms. Leslie’s skin is brown like the tree bark outside
where Pratik likes to play
and community festivals
paint children’s faces
we like the orange taste of an icy and creamy
treat from New York
orange is the taste of Fanta that makes you feel
amazing
