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Cortada to participate in “Arts for Life!” Artist Symposium
June 22, 2012 @ 10:00 am - 1:00 pm
Arts for Life! recognizes the creativity and artistic talents of high school students throughout Florida. The Artist Symposium provides a group of professional role models for the scholarship recipients. Each year a group of professional visual and performing artists are chosen to serve on a panel at the Arts for Life! Scholarship Program Luncheon. These professional artists share their journey with the students as well as college and career advice for continuing their pursuit of the arts.
|When:||June 22, 2012
|Where:||The Broward Center for the Performing Arts
201 SW Fifth Avenue
Ft. Lauderdale, Florida 33312
|Contact:||Lisa K. Raguso
The Artist Symposium provides a group of professional role models for the scholarship recipients. Each year a group of professional visual and performing artists are chosen to serve on a panel at the Arts for Life! Scholarship Program Luncheon. These professional artists share their journey with the students as well as college and career advice for continuing their pursuit of the arts
More at http://artsforlifeaward.org/
ARTS FOR LIFE!
TALLAHASSEE, FL – STUDENTS GRADUATING FROM A PUBLIC OR PRIVATE SCHOOL OR A HOME EDUCATION PROGRAM IN FLORIDA IN THE SPRING OF 2012 ARE ELIGIBLE TO APPLY FOR THE 2011-2012 ARTS FOR LIFE!SCHOLARSHIP. THIS PROGRAM ANNUALLY AWARDS $1,000 SCHOLARSHIPS TO 25 GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS WHO DEMONSTRATE EXCELLENCE IN VISUAL ART, MUSIC, DANCE, DRAMA OR CREATIVE WRITING. LAUNCHED BY FORMER FIRST LADY COLUMBA BUSH IN 1999, THE PROGRAM HAS AWARDED SCHOLARSHIPS TO MORE THAN 300 GIFTED HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS.
Excerpt from the short story “Sari”
Out of the box came yards and yards of delicate blue fabric with silver detailing on the edges.
“It’s a sari,” explained my mother. “Indian women wear them everywhere. I thought maybe you could wear it to prom….and look, it matches your eyes!”
I smiled brightly. “Thanks, Mom.” My mother, with her tanned skin and dark hair and eyes, would have looked right at home in a sari. I, with my red hair and freckles, would look ridiculous in one. The pretty fabric would look better crumpled on the floor of my closet than it would on my body. As my brother expressed similarily fake gratitude for his gift – a handmade pan flute from Greece – my eyes floated over to my dad, who was leaning against the kitchen door, watching my mother warily. These semiannual visits were always awkward, but there was an unspoken ban on complaining. Dad led by example on this front, though he had cooked so many dinners, checked so much homework, and sat through so many of my choral performances and Ben’s soccer games every week that I thought he had more right to complain than Ben and me combined.
After the presents were opened and the paper disposed of, Mom took me and Ben and our overnight bags out to her shiny, rented Sorento. As I went out the door, my dad kissed me on the cheek.
Shelby BouckFort Walton Beach High School, Okaloosa County
Excerpt from the nonfiction piece “One for the Board (My Life as a Cascio)
Some of my earliest memories include putting on puppet shows in giant refrigerator boxes in our family’s basement in Wichita, Kansas. The basement was where the Lint Man lived. Also living with us in the house were Crab Man, Angry Robot Man, Alligator Man and Mr. Hand. All of these were characters my father came up with that he used when he wanted me and my older sister to do as we were told. Crab Man, Angry Robot Man and Alligator Man all followed the same basic principle. My father would don the character’s respective voice and then chase us to our rooms when it was time to go to bed, both screaming and laughing at the same time. Often, when we got to our room we would lock our door. When he convinced us to let him in, my father would tell us a bedtime story. It was always the same story. He would begin with his voice gentle. “Let me tell you the story”, then he would take on a deep and demonic tone as he flicked the light switch off “of the Bloody Eye!” My sister and I would scream.
When my father would get ready to finish his bedtime routine he would say to us, “Goodnight, don’t let the spiders bite.” We would scream then he would reply, “Nah, I’m only kidding. There are no spiders, the rats ate them.” We would scream again. “Nah, I’m just kidding, the snakes ate them.” Then he would step out into the hall and close the door behind him, leaving my sister and me screaming giddily in the dark. We screamed mostly for fun and out of excitement because this happened nearly every night and we knew to expect it. Yet, my father still thinks I was being ridiculous when I went through a brief period in my childhood when I thought I heard voices inside the walls. I just think it’s a miracle I’m not an axe murderer.
Emily CascioHernando County, Nature Coast Technical High School
Excerpt from the poem “The Journey”
I am far greater than any dictionary can define
Than just to simply confess
That I am
And will always be
I proposed a theory,
But even my own words
I couldn’t believe in
So I decided to explore
Hoping my heart would find truth
I traveled to the end of Earth,
Fought against lions, tigers, and bears
Swam the Pacific, and sailed the Atlantic
Climbed to the peak of the Appalachian
Starved in the depths of Somalia
And prayed to the gods of Indonesia
Seeking for an answer
Yet, my core was left vacant
Then near the conclusion of my excursion
I drove beneath Earth’s surface
To the valley of the mantle
There lay broken pieces of glass,
Tarnished with unspoken memories.
Tovonnia LewisHillsborough County, Howard W. Blake High School
The Poem “Anatomy of a Thought”
It begins in the frontal lobe,
somewhere in the mass of arteries
and blood vessels,
it sparks blue electricity,
propelled through the brain
from neuron to neuron,
an article seen on the
yellowing edges of a newspaper,
pictures processed like photographs
in the occipital lobe.
in the endless wiring,
a small, familiar epiphany,
met with brisk breath,
widening of the eyes,
hurrying across the keyboard,
needing to hold on to the conception
before it slips away,
back into the teeming circuitry.
Ellen VerneyDouglas Anderson School of the Arts, Duval County
Kayla MarcusHillsborough County, Robinson High School
Joseph AnarumoPalm Beach County, West Boca Raton Community High School
Nicholas SacksDouglas Anderson School of the Arts, Duval County
Michaela VineWestshore Jr./Sr. High School, Brevard County
Kelsey BannonNorthside Christian School, Pinellas County
Aaron DombeyMiami-Dade County, Dr. Michael M. Krop Senior High School
Queenie EdwardsHillsborough County, Walter L. Sickles High School
Thomas InguiIndian River Charter High School, Indian River County
Jonathan WardBuchholz High School, Alachua County
Ashley BowersoxDr. Phillips High School, Orange County
Ain EcclesLake Brantley High School, Seminole County
Cyrus HodgeDouglas Anderson School of the Arts, Duval County
Esme McFerrinOsceola County, Osceola County School for the Arts
Alexa MekitaAtlantic Community High School, Palm Beach County
Victoria MontesMiami-Dade County, New World School of the Arts
Lian PlassDesign and Architecture Senior High School, Miami-Dade County
Isabella RodriguezCoral Reef Senior High School, Miami-Dade County
Megan SchmunkAlexander W. Dreyfoos School of the Arts, Palm Beach County
Krystal SmithLee County, Mariner High School
Andrew StearnsHarrison School for the Visual and Performing Arts, Polk County
Nina ValladBay County, Bay High School
See 2012 winners at http://artsforlifeaward.org/categories/2012/#all