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The “Pl” are the first two letters of “Platinum” which in turn stands for “Platinum Pias Awards” also known as “The 8th Annual Platinum Pias Community Awards for Artists.”
This time around the Platinum Pias are being celebrated on March 20, 2017 at DCTV. Also, the Pias will have mentions of the DigiComArts workshop projects. DigiComArts workshops are produced by Lights Camera Read which also produces the Platinum Pias Awards. So it’s just like family!
Visit the New York Public Library website to see a list of books on bullying.
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Story by Jasmine Grant
Illustration by James Hull
I came to this school with high hopes. I was looking forward to a new beginning. My mother stopped babying me and I felt myself growing into a young man. My legs grew a little longer, My feet got a lot bigger, and my voice had become “Barry White like”, at least that’s what my father told me. I figured if the ladies liked it then I won’t mind it at all. The ladies didn’t like me and neither did the fellas, so never mind my voice.
When I spoke everyone turned around and stared. I could feel their eyes on my back making my neck catch fire like they had heat vision. After a while I stopped participating. It caused me anxiety. It wasn’t the thought of I might be wrong about this answer. It was my peers. They looked at me with so much disdain that they didn’t have to open up their mouths to tell me about myself.
When one of them decided to speak to me he said “ Hey lets play hang-man”. Before we could start 2 other students joined us. We were laughing and telling jokes. I smiled that morning. The girl who had joined called my name. She called it twice. “Lawrence, Lawrence”. I turned around, I smiled, and I said yeah, what’s up? “ Your ugly”. I stared into her eyes, confused. Just a moment ago we were cool. We were laughing and telling jokes.
I replied “Okay”.
What else was I supposed to say? What else was I supposed to do? I should just kill myself. I should get hit by a bus or jump in front of a train. I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head. I couldn’t focus.
“ I’m sorry” she said smiley and giggly like she wasn’t really sorry for calling me ugly but sorry that she did it in front of others instead of revealing my atrocities to me in a more private setting like maybe pulling me into the staircase and whispering to me those exact words “ your ugly” would have made it better.
The bell rang. Everyone left their seats except for me. Well I got up, went to the door, opened it and walked into a crowd of students moving left and right rapidly.
My body was alive and well. I could walk, I could hear the sound a hundred voices, I could see the EXIT that lead to the lunchroom, and I could feel the wind of a hundred students passing me by. I couldn’t feel my soul. I dug deep inside myself but there was nothing there to hold on to.
I walked through the hallways until I found the classroom with the hangman on the board.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was 11:45. Lunch was about to end soon. I brought my eyes down slowly to look out the window. I seen my face in the reflection. There’s nothing wrong with it I thought but then I seen my hair. It was braided into corn rows. They look like doo-doo braids I thought. And my eyebrows were so bushy. I should get them waxed, well waxing is only for girls right?? My bottom lip poked out just a tiny little bit. It looked kind of weird from the side.
Maybe I am unattractive but I’m not but I don’t Know.
I rested my eyes on the desk and the boy was gone. There was a feeling of regret, doubt, and unhappiness growing inside of me. A seed had been planted and a cloud came over me. I wanted the rain to wash the pain away. Instead it drowned me in it.
by Luke Grant
-First up was the planing of the story, I took about an hour and a half to write out the story in a dialogue form which was told from the perspective of an narrator.
-Secondly after getting the idea down I sketched out the scenes in acrylic blue pencil on comic paper.
being careful and checking, so I did not to stray from the story I moved on to the next step.
-Third I became to ink my sketches with pigment liner. After I started to cleaning away the acrylic with a eraser as best I could.
– Fourth was the scanning process, which gave me some degree of trouble due to the papers size. So to get them scanned I arid multiple scans of each corner of the comic paper till I could get all the single images at least once.
– Fifth came the liberation of each scene (panel) from the comic paper, using Photoshop.
– Sixth came the clean up of the individual scenes (panels) and placement of each on a black back drop. This took a few days (averaging other projects and home work).
-Seventh was the coloring in Photoshop which to days just to get everything to a point of which I thought was good enough.( Ima perfectionist so this took two weeks).
– Eighth next was the of the images into windows movie maker, which I had to rearrange and place them in order in which the story is told.
– Ninth came the input of the typed and edited text before each panel.
– Tenth the spacing and timing part of each image and text. (All this while taking into consideration the viewers reading speed, this took many periods of alteration).
– Lastly was the creation of the instrumental, which took me a few days to find a music mixing program I was comfortable with and that could work on my vista. After searching for a few days when I had time I found mixcaft; and within an hour and a half I created the instrumental “OurMinds ” which was named because of the lesson of “of who’s the real bully”. Then what was left was the input of the instrumental to the windows movie maker project. Once I did that I decided to add a sound effect of a revolver to really drive the point home. (Emotion wise). After some last timing and spacing edits the project was complete, and all I had to do was export as a playable video file which was just a few simple clicks.
This video is of a staged reading for a piece called “Bullying”. The participants are still holding their scripts while they act because this is a work in progress. The script was written and directed by Thandiwe McMillen.
Here is what Thandiwe had to say about the creative process of doing the work:
While writing this piece, my first thoughts were that I had to make my audience aware of the harsh reality of bullying. This part was somewhat tricky due to the fact that I couldn’t stress enough how bullying doesn’t only hurt physically, but emotionally as well.
The next part was a lot more difficult for me. All over the world, different types of kids and even adults are being bullied. However, the focus was on the youth. Numerous teenagers are being bullied because they may be some of the following: gay, lesbian, fat, skinny, “too” smart, short, “ugly”, or they have a seemingly bizarre feature, quality, or medical condition. I had to have all of this in mind as I wrote.I didn’t want to confuse my audience into thinking that only a certain type of person is bullied.
Ultimately, I settled on the type of mean girl, jock guy, bullying. This doesn’t mean that other teens aren’t being bullied; they just have a different case.
It was very interesting to see my work finally put into action. I carefully selected my cast, giving people I thought best fitted, the roles. It was pretty exhilarating to direct the performance; telling my cast what they were doing right and wrong. The script enabled us to permit the audience to comprehend bullying.
I hope that “Bullying” will have an effect on the audience and compel them to put their foot down and do something about it. I still cannot stress the aftermath of bullying, which does not always end in a happily-ever-after.
The “Bullying” cast members:
Sean Mac Queen
Here is the script…
BULLYING by: Thandiwe McMillan
Kelly, Brittany, and Megan enter the teen section of the library.
Kelly: Oh my gosh did you see what Rachel was wearing today? Hideous. Like, even my grandma has more fashion sense.
Brittany: So true. I’m so glad I’m not her. I would have to kill myself.
Megan: Hmmm and she’s ugly to top it all off. (sighs).Anyway, let’s get on with this project. I can’t believe we’re actually in the library. It reeks of loser.
Kelly: Ugh, Ms. P is such a cow.
The girls walk over to the back table where Stephanie is sitting surrounded by books and engrossed in a novel.
Kelly: Whatchya reading ugly? (Swats book out of Stephanie’s hand). You are nothing and I am something. Repeat it.
Stephanie: (mumbles) You are nothing and I am something.
Kelly: Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to!!
Stephanie: Um, I meant I am nothing, you are something.
Megan: (holds Stephanie’s hair and whispers in her ear) Louder.
Stephanie: I am nothing.
Brittany: (snickers) She’s pathetic.
The girls move to the other part of the library whispering and giggling. Their voices are now inaudible as we go on to the next scene.—Marcus enters the library and takes a seat next to Stephanie.
Marcus: Well the good news is I found the book we were looking for (smiling). What’s wrong? (smile fades).
Stephanie: Nothing. That’s great (forced smile).
Rick, Bobby, and Vincent enter the library. They strode in to the back.
Rick: Believe me, I know what you’re talking about.
Vincent: (hits Marcus by the side of the head). Hey what’s up loser? (pushes Marcus’s bag off the table). Oops. (high fives Bobby)
Rick: What a douche?
Vincent: Haha. Probably runs in the family.
Bobby: C’mon guys, stop it, let’s just join the girls (looks uncomfortable).
Rick: Alright. Stop being a little girl.
Bobby: (defensively) I’m not. It’s just…not right. You guys tormenting them I mean.
Vincent: Whatever (shakes head).
The guys now join the girls. Their voices are now barely audible in the background.
Stephanie: Let’s just go.
Marcus: No. we’re staying. We aren’t going to let them treat us this way.
Stephanie: (nods) Ok.
The girls and boys enter together.
Marcus: Oh gosh, here they come.
Stephanie: Wait for it, wait for it…
Kelly: (almost on queue) Ew it smells.
The girls giggle.
Vincent: It’s obviously them.
Bobby: (looks uncomfortable) Um…the research paper?
Megan: Shut up Bobby. You’re always defending them.
Bobby: I don’t I-
Brittany: You do.
Kelly: Look. They don’t even speak.
Stephanie and Marcus continue reading their books as if deaf.
Vincent: (snickers) Forget these losers.
Kelly is attempting to force Stephanie to kiss a piece of gum that is stuck to the table. Brittany and Megan hold Stephanie’s hands down despite her efforts. Vincent and Rick hold Marcus so he cant get to her.
Kelly: Kiss it! Kiss it!
Bobby enters half running.
Bobby: What are you doing?!
Vincent: Stay out of it.
Bobby: No. Let go of her. Now.
Rick: What’s gotten into you?
Bobby: Let go of her. NOW!
The girls release Stephanie and the guys release Marcus.
Bobby: I’m tired of you. All of you. Constantly picking on people. You guys are bullies. I want no part in this. And if that makes me uncool; so what? I’m making new friends. Better friends.
Marcus: Thanks a lot (smiles).
Stephanie: Yeah thanks (smiles).
The three exit, leaving the boys and girls dumfound and looking at one another.