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Art Show.
By
Audrey Chiang (江婉柔)
Born in 2003 ,young author Audrey Chiang is a 6th grader at
Castillero Middle School .She loves writing, reading ,drawing, and going to the beach. Three years
ago, she wrote this poem after a trip to the beach.
> The
Goodman’s household was very busy on a sunny Saturday morning. Stacy Goodman, the youngest of three sisters,
was especially excited. Her cousin
Isabel, who was a qualified artist in college, was hosting a potluck at her
house. Stacy simply adored Isabel
because they both loved art, and she planned to go to art school just like her
cousin.
>
> Stacy’s second oldest sister Chloe, was in
the kitchen helping their mother prepare a dish for the potluck. The Goodmans were going to contribute Chloe’s
mouthwatering enchiladas. Chloe was a
star cook who wanted to host TV cooking shows when she grew up. In no time, the enchiladas were wrapped and
ready. As soon as her mother said it was
time to go, Stacy was out the door.
Stacy’s oldest sister Emily got in the car after her, with Chloe
following behind holding the enchiladas.
Once the family was settled, they pulled out of the driveway.
>
> “Isabel is going to exhibit her art at the
potluck today,” Stacy’s dad announced as he rounded a curb. ”I’m sure you’ll enjoy that very much
Stacy. I heard she has a lot of artwork
to show.” Mr. Goodman winked at Stacy in
the rearview mirror. Stacy smiled.
>
> “I will,” she agreed. “I remember when she displayed her paper
mache statue complete with a pedestal! I
was really amazed.” The ride felt long
to Stacy, and when the Goodmans finally arrived at their cousin’s house, Stacy
had already unbuckled her seatbelt and had her hand on the car door.
>
> Everyone could smell barbecue as Mrs. Goodman
unlatched the gate to the backyard. When
the door swung open, buzz of “welcomes” enveloped them. Chloe put down her enchiladas on the long
folding table, which was already heaped with food.
>
> “Help yourselves everyone!” A voice boomed. It belonged to Uncle Bart, who was Isabel’s
father. When everybody had eaten, easels
and canvases covered with drapes were brought into the garden. Stacy spotted Isabel easily. Her cousin’s long black hair was put up in a
leopard print clip on the back of her head.
The rainbow tie-dyed T-shirt Isabel was wearing matched her navy jeans
trimmed with floral fabric. Stacy could
tell that Isabel had even painted little daisies on her flip-flops.
>
> “Welcome everybody, to the World of Art!”
Isabel announced. Stacy watched intently
as her cousin slowly unveiled each painting.
The audience gasped in awe. A
large picture depicted a crowd of people in a ferry propelling through
turbulent water. Another painting showed
small children giggling and playing in the creek.
>
> “Sometimes, Isabel can have very
interesting ideas,” Stacy thought. Her
eyes feasted on more and more stunning paintings, including an oil painting of
a lofty looking queen decked with jewels and silk, and a beautiful picture of
golden sunlight filtering through the shimmering leaves of the pine
forest. Only one painting still had
cloth on it.
>
> “This painting, titled “Affection,” is my
finale,” Isabel declared as she slid the drape off the easel. A loud gasp came from the relatives. The background had splashes of golden,
crimson, and fuchsia paint with hazy images of
pale pink hearts blurred with swirling poppy colored streams. This mix of colors formed an arc over a
drawing of a mother caressing her daughter’s hair. Every outline of the two people was
delicately defined.
>
> Stacy was enchanted. She stepped back to view all the paintings
together. There was no doubt about it;
Isabel’s last piece was the most conspicuous of all the paintings. A crowd of people had gathered around Isabel,
telling her how much her drawings had appealed to them. Smiling, Isabel relayed her experiences in a
short, eloquent speech. Her words were
humble, reiterating practice was the key to such fine art, and how her parents
had supported her always. When the crowd
parted, Stacy had a chance to speak to Isabel.
>
> “Well, isn’t this my youngest cousin?”
Isabel said jokingly when she saw Stacy.
> “Thanks so much for a magical art show,”
Stacy said. ”You are my number one role model. I wish I could paint as well as you, I’ve
only completed a few pictures at home.”
> “Are you
kidding me?” Isabel exclaimed. “You’re
only 10 years old. You’ve got art
potential Stacy. Don’t underestimate
yourself. Dream big and do your best to
reach your goals, then you’ll be on a roll.”
> Stacy
grinned and clasped Isabel’s hand into hers.
“Thank you,” she said. And
somehow Isabel connected to just those two words. The bond between the two artists seemed to
strengthen as they walked back to the midst of the party.
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