What a fun class, making snowflakes. I explained that I would be showing one folding style and they could do the rest. Everyone knows that no two snowflakes are the same. Well, everyone can follow the same pattern on paper but when you do the cutting, no one will do it exactly the same. The result is, you said it, no two flakes are the same. .
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the contour drawing of this chair. I placed the chair on a table, laying on it's side. Now the students had to really "look" because it was not standing like they were used to seeing a chair. This way they could not draw from memory, but had to really look as they drew it in this unusual position. To add to the challenge, this chair had a curved plastic seat so that was another unique issue. Here are two students that did an amazing job.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the contour drawing of this chair. I placed the chair on a table, laying on it's side. Now the students had to really "look" because it was not standing like they were used to seeing a chair. This way they could not draw from memory, but had to really look as they drew it in this unusual position. To add to the challenge, this chair had a curved plastic seat so that was another unique issue. Here are two students that did an amazing job.
Back to the blizzard of snow. Once the students got a handle on the folds needed to make the snowflakes they could not make them fast enough. They could not wait to see what the result would be.... so they just went for it...folding and cutting, not only trying the patterns I'd put up, but also freewheeling, experimenting making up their own. Each time gently peeling open the folded paper in anticipation, wondering what kind of snowflake they were going to get.
It was such fun to watch the passion and excitement.
It was such fun to watch the passion and excitement.
"Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity;
so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand."
Henry David Thoerau
so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand."
Henry David Thoerau