This year the Visual and Performing Arts (VPA) student committee organised two competitions.
2016 Photography Award
This is the second year of this award, which was organised by VPA leaders Lydia Hill and Rosie Slader.
The competition was launched mid-year with the support of Old Girl and professional photographer, Eva Bradley, who ran a workshop sharing tips and tricks with our young aspiring photographers. There were a large number of entries, especially in the Junior section.
Junior: Portraiture – Harper McLean, Year 9
Senior: Connections/Relationships – Michelle Kim, Year 12
Open: Own choice of subject – Caitlin Snell, Year 13
These girls received a voucher and will have their photo printed, framed and displayed in the reception area.
The aim of this inaugural competition was to encourage the writing of poetry, for both reading and performance, and to provide an outlet for creativity in the written word.
There were two categories, Junior and Senior, and poetry of any style and subject was welcomed.
Senior VPA leaders selected the winner of the Junior section, which was won by Alia Wentz with her entry of two poems. Alia was awarded with an anthology of poetry.
The short-list of finalists in the Senior section was judged by Gregory Kahn, visiting poet and speaker at the Hawke’s Bay Arts Festival. Kahn is an award-winning poet based in Wellington. He selected Michaela-Rose Tripp as the winner with her two poems, Mother Bird and Abstract(ed from the truth) Nouns.
Gregory wrote a critique for Michaela and she was awarded an autographed copy of his book.
Both competitions will become a fixture in the future as we encourage creativity in all art forms.
If I were a bird, would you teach me how to fly?
Would you lecture and instruct?
Maps of weathervanes and the dynamics of what is under my own skin, As if I am unaware of my own bones and shifting tendons, how far I can bend before the break?
Would you grasp my wings in tight fists and flap them the way you believe they should? Pulling on the coloured feathers scattered within the earthen tones,
because you know I can fly without them.
I didn’t have a use for them anyway.
Would you tie a string to my ankle to make sure I never soar too high? after all, safety must come before dreams of the stars
painted in so brightly behind my eyes.
My song belongs in a glass jar on the shelf.
I should keep my eyes on the ground,
not to the endlessness of the blue beyond where I am.
I should keep my voice to the jabbering of conversation,
Not to the melody and sweep of the early dawn sun rise.
I should keep every inch of my soul that aches to scream and burn like gasoline in tails of
fluorescents and showers of flame that lick at the very edges of the solar system,
Mother birds don’t teach their children to fly.
Michaela-Rose Tripp, Year 13
The City Lights
The sea of lights
Pierces the ever-lasting night,
Making the sides of my mouth curl upwards.
Up here in the crisp air
No one will ever see me.
But every move the city makes
Every sighing breath it takes
I am a witness of things
That perhaps I should not see.
I am the king of all I survey.
When the burning ball of light arises,
Millions of busy unsuspecting ants
Will return for a new day.
The lights will disappear
Like a gigantic swooping wave
And I will be in the sky no more.
I will fall
I will perish
And my dream
Alia Wentz, Year 9