High School Art

Believe it or not, art class was probably the only reason I survived high school. My favorite teacher ever, hands down, was Claude Falcone, who taught high school art at Penncrest. Mr. Falcone didn’t just teach art, he taught life. But he did that primarily by being a fabulous art teacher.

Most of my high school artwork, like most high school artwork generally, is not all that good. And I can think of many other students who produced better high school work than me at Penncrest. But for some reason—and probably some reason having to do with Mr. Falcone—I still had a folder of deteriorating high school artwork in my closet. I’m throwing it away at long last, but I thought I’d post just a few things here that Mr. Falcone thought I should be proud of, many years ago.

This was my final project for senior year.

This was a stencil with spray paint—it was an assignment either sophomore or junior year.

A still life of a weed—one of the only times I wasted space. One of the first things Mr. Falcone taught us was to use every inch of the paper effectively.

I think this was sophomore year. One of the few pieces that turned out half decent that year.

Probably senior year. These were the trees across the road from my bus stop. I think they’ve both either fallen or been cut down since high school.