Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Thursday, 5 October 2017
My Holiday Art Reflection
On Wednesday my Mom, Sister and I went to the Five Cross Roads shopping center. My Mom originally went to get some vegetables from one of the shops. But I asked if I can get some water paints from the Two Dollar shop. So we went and I purchased it.
When we got home I quickly opened the package and started painting the thing you will need to paint:
A bowl of water
A surface that you are allowed to work on
Water paints
And a brush
First I experimented and tried to paint the paint without water and it Basically it acted like normal paint and I noticed it dried quicker than the water paints with water I did figure out how it happened. In the comments down below write down how you think it dried quickly. Then I used the technique that Edie taught us when we were painting our backgrounds for our apple. She said to always have water on your brush when you're using water paints because it helps blend out the colours really well. In the middle of each colour I blended a little bit of white to see what will happen it didn’t do much but it did help a little to blend.
A bowl of water
A surface that you are allowed to work on
Water paints
And a brush
First I experimented and tried to paint the paint without water and it Basically it acted like normal paint and I noticed it dried quicker than the water paints with water I did figure out how it happened. In the comments down below write down how you think it dried quickly. Then I used the technique that Edie taught us when we were painting our backgrounds for our apple. She said to always have water on your brush when you're using water paints because it helps blend out the colours really well. In the middle of each colour I blended a little bit of white to see what will happen it didn’t do much but it did help a little to blend.
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
My Reflection for Tree Weaving

Tuesday, 30 August 2016
My Character Writing
My Grandad
My Grandad lives in a beautiful place called Fiji in Lautoka and he knows almost everyone there.
He has small spiky hair, a short white beard and he is the handsomest person i’ve ever met.
My Grandad is a kind loving person and that’s why he has thirteen loving grandchildren the 13th one was born last year.
He works in a candy shop with my Grandma. So they can make some money for their house.
My Granddad and his family in Fiji are going to try and make a double story house next to their old house.
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