Suter Art Gallery

Kiaora Whānau
We were lucky enought to go to the Suter Art Gallery and see the exhibition "Ngāhina Hohaia- Paopao ki tua ō rangi.

Check out our photos and the video we captured!

A VOLCANO

  Volcano- na JessieA Volcano is powerful.
It splurts out boling lava and magma.
It burns anything in its way.
It burns anything in its way.
It has bright colours of orange, yellow and red.
The ash falls down on the land and covers it like a blanket.
Lava rushes down the side of the volcano.


Volcano- na Tanisha

As the strike of light zooms out the volcano sprinkles its way out
deadly burning liquid travles over the Earth.
It kills everything, and kisses the land.

Volcano- na Jonathan

The hot red colour melts the rock.
The red colour brightens the path.
The volcano brings a light and painful death.

Volcano- na Karama

It is a red and orange death maker
It causes ash to appear and overtakes objects in its way.
It explodes big rocks everywhere in its natural surroundings
It turns them into pencil shavings

Volcano- na Te Otene

I see rocks burning down to ash
A mountain exploding lava out of its dark, black, burning hot mouth!

Volcano- na Bailey

A blazing rock- its flame will turn into ash
the rocks are the colour of anger- hot red and full of magma
the drops are like water with an extra burning sensation
It is like a rocky bull charging and will disintegrate any living thing that enters its colourful sector.

Imagery paints a thousand words

TE MAUNGA TARANAKI- na Mauritia

I see strength and war, love and peace
this Maunga that stood strong and proud
Lover of the whenua
Hater of the trouble

TE MAUNGA TARANAKI- na Lucy

The Maunga is standing proud. It is tall and majestic
The sun rises behind it and shines on the snowy peaks.
Te Maunga Taranaki will stand for many years- It tells the story of Parihaka.

TE MAUNGA TARANAKI- na Abel

The snow slowly crept down Taranaki like a graceful butterfly.
Trees shake around, dancing.
The sun slowly rise as the shadows race off. The wind calmy blows as dawn comes closer.
Taranaki- shines like a beacon of hope!

TE MAUNGA TARANAKI- na Jessie

It stands tall and proud.
It reminds people of war and Parihaka.
It is a peaceful place, bringing hope and love.
It stands tall in the mist with the sun beaming down on it.

Descriptive mahi again

(Descriptive Writing and sentences- imagery is used to help us write!)

The green eye- Na Kawhia

The green eye was so mad he started to blink rapidly
The pink flower was so happy she showed how beautiful she was.
The quiet trees were so silent they swayed and nobody heard a thing.

The House- na Analijia

The house was as dark as the midnight sky.
The vibrant red fence groaned in the wind.
The roaring green truck ran past my house.

Descriptive Writing

Kiaora Whānau

This week we are using Descriptive words to make our work sound exciting and good enough to eat.


Glass- by Max

Glass is an invisible wall of force energy. It is the nightmare of fish and sea critters like Sponge Bob and Patrick.
It is the object that murders thousands of grains of salt in its making.
It is a wall of energy that is solid and thick.
It kills animals because they hit it without knowing a thing. They slide down it and they lie on the ground completely stunned.


Listen- by Isabella

Listen
I can hear the wind blowing all the trees side to side. The wind blows the rain down to the ground, very, very fast.
As the cars pass the rain suddenly slows down. No one had spoken, it was very windy. Foot steps walk pass.
The rain goes splat! on the roof
The noise of the rubbers rubbing their writing out.
The paper going up and down as the wind blows it.

WHAEA TRINA- na Kahurangi

WHAEA TRINA
funny, awesome, super, great
I think of Whāea Trina as a solid gold super hero, flying in the sky.

AMIRIA
little, cute, funny, awesome
I think that Amiria is a cute little girl with a very big heart.

HINERANGI- na Neihana

Curious, eager to know what is going on
Happy, curious and colourful

LISTEN- na Ella

I hear trees rustling like whispering voices that are telling stories
I hear the rain drops pattering on the roof
I hear wind blowing like it is telling me something
When I close my eyes I hear peace.
Peaceful rain, trees and raindrops saying goodbye to their clouds as they plummet to the dark Earth.
I hear leaves saying goodbye, I hear flax whispering.