student work
Lev 2 Development for the Final Exhibition
Here are some great examples of all the development of ideas and techniques that went in to the work in the final exhibition, a peep behind the scenes!
Work from Lev 2 Drawing and Painting 2018-19
Level 2 End Of Year show
Here is the fantastic End of Year Exhibition from the Level 2 Drawing and Painting group.
FAD End of Year show 2019
Here are some photos from our fantastic end of year show 2019
WMC Open Exhibition and Prize Winners
Portraiture
Here are examples of work from our Portraiture classes
Life Painting
Here is some absolutely smashing work from our new Life Painting class that began this year
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Album Design
Art students who use the top studio (room 901) may recognise this image – yes, it’s the sink after a painting session!
Imagination in art student and lyricist, David Mitchell, has used the photo for an album he has recently recorded.
Listen to it on Spotify or itunes…
https://open.spotify.com/album/4Gh2fdb8PkNdn2Jmsj6QPV
https://itunes.apple.com/…/conscience-live-in-lo…/1454486208
Creative Writing
Another example of the great work produced here at WMC in the Creative Writing courses. (click here for course info)
Remember the beauty of simplicity. Great power resides in all those one-syllable Anglo-Saxon words.
Sebastian’s story uses only one-syllable words:
The Lone Shoe
by Sebastian Kola-Bankole
On the night of the full moon, I see the man in front of me get hit by a big red bus. I lean on the bus stop sign and hold my breath. My heart pounds in my chest and I know I should try to help him. I try to move but I freeze. I try to run from the scene but my legs say nay.
I watch as a pool of blood, the hue of good red wine, seeps out from the back of the bus. I heave and retch as the ooze spreads, slow and thick. I think I can see a shoe, his left one. It is brown and its heel torn. It lies on the side of the road, this sad lone shoe, right next to a bare foot, ripped from its leg. I can’t tear my eyes from this dire sight. I want to leave but I stand there, fixed to the spot, dead still.
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Acrostic Poem
by Sebastian Kola-Bankole
Stayed alive to tell the tale
Even when near death he lay
Beneath a truck, his bones were crushed
All feeling below did turn to mush
Still he fought to stay alive
Through it all, he did survive
In the time that’s passed since then
As he falls, he stands again
Never shall he ever doubt, from all that pain, his strength did sprout
WMC CREATIVE ARTS 