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Finding a painting reference...

A few weeks ago, Erik (12) was selected, along with nineteen other grade six students from his school, to attend a seminar at the Ian Potter Museum Annex at Federation Square about painting landscapes. In the wake of this seminar, students have been asked to paint a landscape which will be exhibited in the gallery.

Before Erik can get started, he has been asked to take a photo of a landscape as reference for his painting. The photo has to be a local place of significance to him. He decided to source his reference from a local park where we used to go and watch the local miniature sailboat club sail there boats on a Sunday morning when he was little.

We took the following fourteen photos or the old quarry and brickworks near the lake, the lake itself and the boats on it this morning.

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From these, Erik liked numbers nine and thirteen, but ultimately decided he would like to paint number thirteen.

Which one would you choose?

Comments

Rhianna said…
These are beautiful photos. I hope you will share the final product.
Sif Dal said…
You know I will! Things seem to be flowing for him again after a long time away from it all - I have to wonder if not having access to his iPod and Minecraft and Wii have anything to do with it...

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