


The last week as a touring foster-artist, I spended in Hajula school, a lovely small school with 45 students in total, from 1-6 grade. The teachers where very nice and open to all idea s, motivated the children, and the children itself where again my favorite part. We made a time-capsule (hidden per grade in old doctors suitcases). Each child was to make by his/her own interpretation, a letter/drawing to himself, about things important at that moment in live ( a lot of angry birds appeared:). We worked on the floor and used as much as possible ecological and recycled materials, painted with berry-and cofee -color, used all kinds of papers, or little personal treasures to safe in this capsule. Each will open his capsule in the springtime of the sixth grade
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