Student Murals 2010-11

We Are a Hip Hop Beat

by Ms. Barreca’s 5th grade class, P.S. 27, Red Hook, Brooklyn

We are a hip hop beat that never ends on blocks that feel like never ending roller coasters.

My Grandma

by Ms. Estade's 2nd grade class, P.S. 132, Washington Heights, Manhattan

My Grandma with her hair like a white wolf knits me heavenly blankets, gives me pastelitos like butterfly kisses and tamales spicy like Mexico.

Washington Heights

by Ms. Vasquez's 2nd grade class, P.S. 132, Washington Heights, Manhattan

I am from Washington Heights, with a bridge lit up like the moon, reggaeton popping like a big ball of bubble gum, and hip-hop coming like a rainbow through my window.

Bronx Sounds

by Ms. Bell’s 7th grade class, P.S./M.S. 279, East Tremont, Bronx

The Bronx sounds like rough waves crashing, wolves howling in the night, and kids marching down the street like soldiers.


Butterfly

by Ms. Thompson’s 8th grade class, P.S./M.S. 279, East Tremont, Bronx

The Bronx sounds like the gentle fluttering of butterfly wings, the rhythm of wild kids chuckling loud and alive like a sold out concert.

 
La Salsa Mágica

by Ms. Vasquez's 2nd grade class, P.S. 132, Washington Heights, Manhattan

La Salsa Mágica, como un viaje a la República Dominicana, me hace bailar y cantar como Wisin Y Yandel en la sala con me familia muy divertida.

Buzzy Block

by Ms. Thomas’s 4th grade class, P.S./M.S. 279, East Tremont, Bronx

We come from a block that buzzes, booms, and zooms through the sunny air like it just don't care! 


Where We're From

by Ms. Goldstein’s 5th grade class, P.S./M.S. 279, East Tremont, Bronx

Where we're from, the floating subway cars drift through green trees, one day here, the other day gone!

Friendship

by Ms. Ayala’s 3rd grade class, P.S.84, Williamsbug, Brooklyn

Friendship beautiful as fireflies…happy place in the warm morning with kids swinging, running staying together like magnets, connected, caring forever.

 

 
Parades

by Ms. Martinez’s 3rd grade class, P.S.84, Williamsbug, Brooklyn

In America, parades are like a street party, where really loud people walk, dance, sing, stomp with thunder---smells of fireworks, food, and rice, and kids having fun!

Treasure

by Ms. Pritscher’s 3rd grade class, P.S.84, Williamsbug, Brooklyn

At PS 84 we shine like a treasure, full of bright shooting stars and diamonds in the night sky that we wish upon. 

Hummingbirds

by Ms. Cage’s 5th grade class, P.S. 27, Red Hook, Brooklyn

We are hummingbirds flying out of boiling volcanos.

 Canvas for student murals donated by Fredrix Artist Canvas

 
 
NYC Dept Cultural Affairs