US students recognized by Scholastic Art & Writing Awards

Congratulations to six King students who were recognized by the 2018 Connecticut Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. Scholastic Art & Writing Awards is the nation's longest-running and most prestigious recognition program for creative teens in grades 7–12. The Gold Medal winners in Connecticut will automatically be moved forward for consideration of the national-level recognition.

Olivia Begg '18 (Lulu, Digital Painting, left) and Olivia De Chiara '18 both received a gold key for their portfolio submissions. Lucia Perfumo '18 was awarded an honorable mention for her wax encaustic painting The Valley (top right) and Arynn Rybalov '21 received an honorable mention for one of her photographs.

Ashley Xu '19 was awarded a Gold Medal for her oil painting "Shut Up". The oil painting shows a young African American girl who is being silenced from speaking up. This piece is one of the works of the "Identity" theme that Ashley began working on more than a year ago in an independent art portfolio. The "Identity" theme is inspired by many nation-wide debates and controversial events/opinions, as the younger generation searches for what being "American" means.

Michelle Mule '20 won awards for her poetry: two Gold Keys for 'Bees' and 'What's in a Name', one Silver Key for 'Feathers', and four Honorable Mentions for 'Soundless', The Medina in Morocco', 'A Goat's Milk and Snowfall', and Morocco and Chefchaouen, The Blue City'. Michelle adds, "I have been writing creatively on my own for a while, and was excited to receive some more recognition for some of my poetry." Michelle's 'What's in a Name':

What's In a Name

My grandmother
Once told me
With snow falling outside
And withered hands
Folding on her lap
Twisting tangles of long black hair,
Why Chess Pie
Was called Chess Pie.

A group of tidy Southern
Gentlemen drifted, she said,
From the sweet smells
Of the kitchen to the
Smoky side room
To play a relaxed game of Chess,
A gleaming yellow pie in hand.

When the sun hung lower in
The heated sky,
She told me:

Stored in a pie chest
To keep the wandering rats away,
Deep in the humidity
Of the Old South,
The pie became so popular it
Was called "Chest Pie."

When her ancient
Hands held mine,
And gray hairs spread
Across her roots
Like little
Rivers on the road
After a fresh rainfall,
She whispered
In the light of the fire,

In the trees
Of the Spanish moss,
A plantation worker
Whispered in a voice
Much like my grandmother's,

It's just pie.