Holly McCamant: Good day includes duct tape, artwork
I admit that I’m not the artist type. The only time I doodle is when I am writing something and don’t feel like I’m going anywhere, and when I do draw something, it takes a while.
There is an exception to my lack of artistic intensity, though. For some reason, I am really good at drawing birds.
A while back, I drew this grouchy looking eagle with one line for art class in about 20 minutes. It turned out to be pretty good and my art teacher, Mrs. Tweeton, entered Bad Feather Day in the Minnesota State High School League Visual Arts Competition.
Last Thursday, Mrs. Tweeton, some other people with work entered, and I went to New York Mills for the showcasing and awards ceremony.
As soon as I got there, I felt kind of out of place. The other entries were really impressive, ranging from bright clay structures to pencil drawings. Obviously, the people who had made them had spent a lot of time creating their entries.
We didn’t spend too much time looking at the art, though; there were workshops to attend. I had listed mosaics and costume design as my top two choices, and luckily, I got into them.
Costume design was quite the interesting activity. We were divided into groups of four, and then given a time period. From there we had to replicate the women’s fashion of that time period on a model with a bunch of random materials like garbage bags, duct tape and wires.
My group got the early 1500s. I was the model for my group, so I was transformed into a stylish Renaissance lady. I had paper towel tubes on either side of me held there by aluminum foil and garbage bag sleeves. My skirt was composed of another garbage bag with a piddle pad in a triangle shape to add some color. I also got another piddle pad duct taped to my butt.
When I was finished, I had a very proper looking flat chest with sides getting bigger the further up my torso, a rear end to rival Kim Kardashian’s, and these lovely sleeves. No, it was not comfortable, but it was what the poor women of the Elizabethian age had to wear.
The other models had on styles that must have been a lot more inconvenient, though I was the only one who got the same treatment as a puppy with an overactive bladder. I really don’t know how Renaissance women coped.
It was a blast creating the styles of women in the past, but it’s hard when you think about how they were forced into hurtful costumes to fit into society.
It was about noon by then, and I was hungry. My friends Dorothy and Katie and I wasted about 10 minutes walking around New York Mills, searching for a place to eat. Eventually we decided to go to the Eagle Café because it was the closest, which turned out to be an excellent choice.
We spent about a half an hour just waiting for our food to come, but when it did come, our chatter stopped. Normally, I am considered to be a slow eater, but my dad would be impressed if he had seen me eat. I devoured my cheeseburger, fries, and lemon meringue pie.
Dorothy, Katie and I finished our lunch right on time before we had to go to the awards ceremony. Katie and a couple of others from our school got an excellent or better, so they got to go up and receive their certificate. Seeing that made missing school worthwhile.
It’s not every day you get a piddle pad duct taped to your butt and see amazing artwork.
Holly McCamant is a freshman at Frazee-Vergas High School.