A class of only girls with just one thing in common: the visual arts.
A wider world, that since the beginning, has been shown to us with its elegant power to convey feelings through our own hands, creators of works signed by our little experience.
Within a few months, from simple ideas that danced in our minds they have become real and now we find ourselves having to rob them of their mother house, the house of imagination, to make them real in the eyes of all.
Mitorai, renowned sculptor, was the inspiration for our first sketches.
Guided by Professor Altea, teacher of life drawing, and later accompanied by Professor Schettini, a teacher of plastic arts, we started a working experience that lasted a couple of weeks for 9 hours a day. An ambitious project, initially discredited by many, including me. After all, it seemed premature to give a third class, just formed, a barrier so high to climb over. The end of it all was the realization of statues in polystyrene embodying angels and a representation of the Virgin. The impact of their vision, handing down the theme of Nativity, should be surprising and certainly fascinating, especially to the eyes of children.
Following the creation of the final sketches, the clay called us.
To understand if the process could evolve into something finite, we carried out an intermediate step, the development of the drawings in clay blocks of 25 kg each.
5 drawings, 5 groups. And so after a couple of lessons, and many hours of practice, the floors of the music classroom became our new desks, submerged with knives and snow white dots that got caught in everything we wore.
Working with polystyrene was not immediate.
Following a preparation stage that little by little shifted from the pencil to the clay and before we started to drag these imposing blocks within confined spaces, through very specific measures, these drawings, locked up in sheets of both little value and equal size, have gradually slipped into an abundance of brown wrapping paper, having necessary importance in subsequent steps.
A precise carving was the shaper with which we started to outline the contours of the figures: forward, backward and sideways. The pieces of chalk used for drawing begged for help. Some missing, others crumbled, only a few survivors. When a passage appeared to be finished, hundreds more started to scatter around our heads. Time passed and we worked every day like rats in a small den.
As we were cutting polystyrene with the homemade hot wire, forms came alive. They were starting to come out of their shells as large dinosaurs roaring to the power of the new world that their angelic faces saw for the first time.
Our school uniform had been wrapped inside precautionary suits against constant snowstorms.
We cut, filed, everything needed to give birth to our children.
A hard work, which, however, was worth doing. I think it was a way to lay the foundations of relationships in the class because the element that was never missing, after all, was union. Working groups are based on this. We worked all together, basically. Every hand of the 27 people who make up our class has been an integral part for the realization of this project. Hands marked by small notches, splashed by glue and covered with stucco. In fact at the end of the work process, we had to paste the pieces together and consequently pass a layer of stucco over polystyrene, smoothed through the sandpaper. Above the filler, a layer of gauze and a subsequent second layer of stucco would complete the work and make it waterproof.
One step back. Wonder. 4 angels made real in a few weeks. Life had kidnapped those frozen hearts. Surprising even for ourselves: the size, the vision, the feelings that we received in the observation of our works.
Thanks also to the teachers who very patiently followed our progress, giving us crucial help, both with tools and with hands. Now we were no longer a class of 27 pupils, but 29, the teachers became part of it.
Letizia Anzillotti class 3B