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#OOW takes us back to the conference room today with Madison Brownson’s piece ‘Colorectal Comfort’. This is not the typical display for our meetings, but one of the great parts about working at the Awards is you never know what you’ll get to see in this office!


Newly Discovered Warhol Artworks Found On Amiga Floppy Disks From 1985

From The Frank-Ratchye STUDIO for Creative Inquiry:

A multi-institutional team of new-media artists, computer experts, and museum professionals have discovered a dozen previously unknown experiments by Andy Warhol (BFA, 1949) on aging floppy disks from 1985.

The purely digital images, “trapped” for nearly 30 years on Amiga® floppy disks stored in the archives collection of The Andy Warhol Museum (AWM), were discovered and extracted by members of the Carnegie Mellon University (CMU) Computer Club, with assistance from the AWM’s staff, CMU’s Frank-Ratchye STUDIO for Creative Inquiry (FRSCI), the Hillman Photography Initiative at the Carnegie Museum of Art (CMOA), and New York based artist Cory Arcangel.

More Here

A video showing Warhol using the Amiga to create a piece live before an audience with Debbie Harry [Link] [NME Front Cover] [The Finished Work]

An interview with Amiga World on working with the computer [Here and Here]

Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! Take a look at the past few years of #AWawards poetry medalists to find a pocket poem of your own! Here’s one of my favorites from, which has even more great pocket poems to choose from!
Duck Tape® has always been known as a fix-all for DIY repairs, but with the addition of colors and prints this once utilitarian tool has quickly become a craft medium that is both unique and accessible. Sponsored by Duck Tape®, this award encourages new forms of creativity, individuality and personal expression. One award of $500 is presented to a student that expresses their artistic skills using Duck Tape® in their creation.
The 2014 Duck Tape® Brand Award goes to Laurel Taylor for her piece Ford Town, USA 1960. Laurel uses the crosshatch technique while creating her masterpieces. She goes through dozens of blades in the process of cutting out the image, often while listening to books on tape. Laurel also took home the 2013 Duck Tape® Brand Award for her piece Flora Mae, and you can listen to a great audio clip of Laurel talking about the piece here!To read more about Laurel and the Duck Tape® Brand Award click HERE.

Dad by Emma Ely, 2014 Art Portfolio Silver Medal with Distinction, Scholastic Art & Writing Awards

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Introducing the Winners of the 2014 Gedenk Award for Tolerance!
This year we partnered with Grammy Award-winning artist Miri Ben-Ari and her organization The Gedenk Movement to present a brand new award opportunity for Scholastic Art & Writing Awards participants. This new award asked middle and high school students to create original works of art or writing that reflect upon the lessons learned from the Holocaust and other genocides, with the intent to raise awareness of the importance of increasing tolerance to safeguard a peaceful society. In just this first year, we received over 2,500 submissions from creative teens around the country, and six young artists and writers whose work exemplified this mission were presented with the 2014 Gedenk Award for Tolerance along with a cash scholarship sponsored by Gedenk! The Alliance, Miri Ben-Ari, and Gedenk would like to congratulate the winners. They are:
Ross Cardillo, Value, Grade 12, Age 18, Palo Alto High School, Palo Alto, CA
Alissa Damato, Religious Rifle, Grade 12, Age 18, Centreville High School, Centreville, VA
Laura Fennessy, 1942, Grade 10, Age 15, Auburn High School, Auburn, NY
Lily Gordon, Reconstruction Wings, Grade 9, Age 14, Bard High School Early College, New York, NY
Elodie Nix, Dust, Grade 7, Age 11, John Jay Middle School, Katonah, NY

Aletheia Wang, Song for the New Epoch, Grade 10, Age 16, Home School, Verdun Quebec 
WeWe were very impressed by the work, as well as moved by the stories told by all of the students who submitted work to this new creative challenge. Below are two of the winning pieces that really captured the spirit of the awards, and are being presented with The Gedenk Award for Tolerance with Honors – a sculpture titled 1942 by Laura Fennessy and Song for the New Epoch by Aletheia Wang.
To learn more about Miri Ben-Ari and The Gedenk Movement, visit the following pages:
Gedenk’s website: Gedenk’s Facebook page: Gedenk’s Twitter page: Miri’s website:’s Facebook page:’s Twitter page:

Song For The New Epoch
From the earth, where our lives’ summation will announce “here lies an empty generation”, how shall we answer the young, those who planted forgotten words of innocence?
Who will bring unbudded blossoms to the graves of men who fell among flowers of doom? Who will stir us from darkness, open eyes that are sightless to the next era’s light?
At the hour when the world rests between sleep and wakefulness, and shadows yet unroused in man’s blood battle the ghosts of the dead, I looked into myself, neither a ghost nor a shadow.
Like one who finds himself on the last familiar street and knows nothing of the town he’s heading for, only intent on leaving a land that does not concern him, strung upon the frontier of actions that had taken place and those yet to be, I felt divided between hope and nostalgia.
Conscious of my troubles, but ignorant of their meaning, I decided not to vent my torturous questions on “their” mistakes, on my mistakes, on what we should be and are not, but directly registered the traces of pain on men’s faces and the procession of unnumbered generations, the many human races, the unending descendants, the one world of the first and third, and what we are now: the survivors.
From Bethlehem streets and the blast of Hiroshima, from Karachi slums and Jewish ghettos I heard a cry repeat itself like an echo.
My grandfather was a soldier in 1943, the year when death was always a step from man; nobody had strength to question life’s purpose any longer, and war seemed the scream of twenty centuries in ruin. Even now, if we weep, that weeping is merely a reverberation of that terror, and of concentration camps, the Holocaust, the dull anguish of numbers – 1,250,000 Soviet soldiers dead to defend Stalingrad.
Even now I hear the fugitive’s step, the stiff tempo of retreating armies, the last struggles of four men hanging from four trees, the cry of women looking for their children.
But we have learned not to cry: what use is a tear when horror buries whole generations? We know that a son can betray his father and a mother give away her daughters when a piece of bread is the only truth.
Our mistake was to believe that history’s blueprint could be built in the span of one generation. In reality, the enduring halo that one evening fired our foreheads was the remains of a dripping candle in a bomb shelter; our deeds have been engraven in worn clothes. Our monument was the charred threshold of a defiled synagogue. In remembrance of the time when the only bread was man’s hopelessness, the only water man’s tears, and the only rest man’s death, in the ashes of the pyres that burned bodies and souls are gathered the bleeding memories of witnesses.
If we now think for a moment of what started well but finished badly, and of what was not even begun or only attempted,
if we think that at the hardest hour we always arrived last when nothing could be done and the chasm was opened wide,
what other consolation can we find in our past but the despairing hope to know that a humble fruit at least will be born even out of mistakes?
20,000 women, children, and the elderly are raped in the Nanking Massacre.
Riots devastate Watts.
John F. Kennedy killed. King killed. Malcolm X killed.
Robert Kennedy killed. Buddhist monks light themselves on fire.
Bush declares war on Iraq.
Clinton sends more planes to Belgrade.
Slobodan begins ethnic cleansing.
The World Trade Center is razed to the ground.
George W. Bush attacks Afghanistan.
The political kaleidoscope sifts and shifts. Its old patterns are unrecognizable, except in the faces of the refugees. The sobbing young widows, the silenced young men, the suffering-dulled eyes of the children, the deathly despair of the old – these are the hauntingly familiar images.
I see them walking in the flaring light of defeat: the ravaged faces of mercy and confusion, of dejection and hope; the weariness of the elderly man who slits his wrists, three rival families buried in one grave.
I see them walking in a world calmed with ashes, yet ashes shed by a hiding fire – necessary compost for a new, slow flowering.
I see the obscured trails of passion, the ways of sweat and sorrow, the land that watches impassively the retreat of defeated armies: these are the high places mocked by the winds of mayhem where man dropped to his knees and hailstones destroyed the harvest. These are the backgrounds of death and tragic resurrection.
But there is no conclusion. Even man’s return to dust cannot be traced. The soldier who died with his hands clutching his face so not to see the end, the public rapes and massacres in the streets, the separation of parents and siblings – these are not the last syllables of a concluded speech, the final pebbles of a massive landslide, but the plowed ground, a polished stone. In this way, the murderer returns life to his victim: a funeral unites us, bringing us home; a drought soothes the thirsty man’s lips; reading begins now that each has left his story on an old shelf.
Whiten, you moon of pity, senseless wars – most loyal of light for all those who died, recline your drifting head upon the snow.
Bring back the voice that used to tell us children how lovely is the night, how good it is to love us huddled in a sleep of snow.
And as you rose, we saw the whole world careen into the sky, and men walking toward a dawn through what looked like flowers of snow.
Then everything seemed just memory, the sweetest boundary of a softened earth, a white celebration not far away – snow.

#tbt Spring Holidays

Whether you will be celebrating Easter, Passover or the arrival of Spring, we hope you have a wonderful weekend spent with friends, family and a splash of creativity!


my-walls-hide-my-secrets asked: How can i submit my work ?

Hi there! Submissions for the 2015 Scholastic Awards will begin in September 2014. All students in grades 7-12 can submit. To do so, visit our website to create an account. This is where you will submit all of your work!

aleph-none asked: hi! who is the speaker going to be at Carnegie this year?

We are not yet able to announce our keynote speaker, but Kay WalkingStick is our Alumni Achievement Award honoree this year and will be joining us at Carnegie Hall!


awawards never reblogged me when i got my regional silver key two years ago


A very belated congratulations! :)

Scholastic Art and Writing Awards


So today I found out that I won 4 gold keys, 3 silver keys, and 4 honorable mentions for my writing in the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards…. I’m still in shock….

I’m so honored to have been recognized by the super prestigious competition! I really wasn’t expecting to win anything, much less 4 gold keys, which mean that 2 of my poems and 2 of my short stories are advancing to nationals!!!

This just basically means that OH MY GOD IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT YES

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I’m happy to say that I received a Gold and Silver key from the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards in the Western US region! This means that my Celtic shoe will be judged at the National level!!!


The bottom one got a gold key in the Scholastic Art Awards while the top got a gold key as well as an American Vision Award nomination.


4 gold medals and 2 silver medals in the national scholastics art and writing awards!!! so excited for carnegie!!! ahhh!!!


Very excited to have received three gold medals from the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. :) Carnegie, I’m coming back!