Political Circus: The Amazon, The Fires and the Interests

By Fernanda Ferreira

The Amazon Rainforest is Burning at Record Rates – The Political Issue Around It Only Worsens It.

A political cartoon published in the BusinessDay magazine caricatures Brazil’s president Jair Bolsonaro with a lawnmower in his hands cutting up the Amazon forest. In a symbolic way, that cartoon represents the current environmental situation and the political issues around it that is wounding the world’s most important rainforest. It is widely known that the Amazon rainforest – whose territory is 60% in Brazil with the other 40% located among 9 South American countries such as Peru and Bolivia – has essential importance to humankind. Besides providing one-fifth of oxygen available in the atmosphere, it is a huge climate controller. According to studies reported in The Ecologist, Amazon’s flying rivers – air current that takes vapor from the forest to the entire south of the continent –  prevents Brazil from turning into a barren desert. 

The importance of the forest is nothing new. Recently, however, there was a large scandal regarding the Amazon forest fires – these happen naturally, on a smaller scale, every year, due to the drought season and other natural conditions. Yet, it has been proven that a significant cause of the fires was humans. This year, the forest is burning at never before seen rates. A comparison made by the National Institute for Space Research (INPE) states that from the same point last year, this year’s fires are 85% worse. Reasons for the astonishing increase have been investigated but, according to the same institution, there is solid evidence of these having a criminal origin. Brazil’s newspaper G1 reported an inquiry made by Brazilian police that found out that farmers from Pará state organized a Fire Day, as they called it, to set fire to the forest to “show work” for Bolsonaro. For those who are not familiarized, the president’s policy supports the exploitation of the forest in order to ensure the agricultural triumph.

But that is not all. The institution previously mentioned, INPE, has also recently published the data regarding the 2019 fires, which have invalidated the on-going fake-news that said the fires situation was not that critical. In response to the publishing, Bolsonaro exonerated the president of the institution saying that the data must be biased and it was not reliable. As being a national organization, INPE is legally required to publish all its information and researches.  Another chapter of this circus was the conflict between Bolsonaro and France’s President Emmanuel Macron. It all started with a demonstrated notable concern from Macron with the Amazon fires. He urged the G-7 members to gather in a discussion on how to address the problem and turned out to a donation of 20 million dollars offered by the countries. Bolsonaro rejected it. His arguments were that France and the international community had imperialist interests on the Amazon forest and moreover, he said the donation would only be accepted if Macron apologizes from insults made.

In contrast, many European countries have had a contradictory concern regarding Amazon preservation. Norwegian investors such as the store brand ASA and the pension fund KLP managed $170 to ensure that global companies were not involved in the fires. The irony is that one year before, another Norwegian company, Hydro, was held responsible for dumping toxic waste in the Amazonian rivers and refused to pay the compensation. Why weren’t the investors concerned back then? It is certainly very controversial for them to express such a genuine concern with global companies when their own country’s company is being blamed for part of the damage as well. 

On the other hand, Brazil’s president continues to support farmers and tried to take out their blame from the Amazon fires. Bolsonaro declared to the Brazilian press when he was asked about the cause of the fires: “Everyone is a suspect, but the main ones are the NGOs”. Again, the political inclination has been over the environmental concern itself. Amazon is burning and the Brazilian government is prioritizing the political issues around it rather than focusing on battling the fires. The political aspect is a huge determinant of all national matters but it must not surpass in importance, the topic itself. 

Bolsonaro is not directly burning the world’s biggest rainforest as the cartoon presented. Still, the trend of positions such as his, inside the Brazilian government, is directly encouraging the setting of fires. Neither Bolsonaro nor the controversial international companies are in fact helping the forest. The political interest of all sides is not really promoting solutions as it should. The Amazon is burning and, unfortunately, the political issue is making it even worse. 

 

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*DISCLAIMER: The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed in the article above belong solely to the author, and not necessarily to the Bullseye newspaper nor the EAB institution*

 

Highlights of first sábado legal of the semester!

The first EAB “Sábado Legal” occurred on August 31st, from 9 AM to 1 PM. The whole school community was involved: students of all ages, families, teachers, and staff were all invited to both enjoy and collaborate with the event. This time, Sábado Legal had as its theme “Service and Environment,” including many activities for the kids, which taught them about sustainability. There were different sale booths run by the student’s clubs and some local sellers. Moreover, there was a soccer practice from the EAB Varsity girls and JV Boys team, plus some great music!  

The EAB student-run clubs such as BCS, GIN, EGG, Medlife, HS MUN, EAB moments, Bullseye and many other students were contributing at the event whether selling drinks and food (snacks, candies, Mexican paletas, açaí) or recording the event. The Juniors, Seniors and the Cheerleading team also had their booths. The proceeds went to each club, class, or team to help on further projects. To name a few, the GIN club was funding money to Creche São Francisco;  the Cheerleading bake sale was for their competition trip, and so on. 

As for the children, many activities allowed them to enjoy and learn about service and environmental issues at the same time. Including the peace dragon drawing, gardening lessons, reusing PET bottles, paper making, and a blanket making activity for an animal shelter in Brasilia in which kids were making by themselves blankets for the pets. Of course, kids could watch the soccer practice and enjoy all the delicious types of food that students put for sale.

Last but not least, there were very talented local sellers offering a great variety of high-quality products. The sales booths were: William Queijos and Queijos Cabra Queijos (local production of cheese), Gengibre da Zazá, Do Cerrado Produtos alimentícios, and Distrito Natural (all three were foodstuffs booths),  Artesanatos Indígenas (indigenous handicrafts), Celiandra Papel e Arte (papercraft) and a honey production called Mel Abelhudo.

Although it was the first one of the semester, the “Service and Environmental” Sábado Legal was a huge success among all the EAB community. 

Photos by  Fernanda Ferreira with a collaboration of the EAB Moments team.

 

 

Check out the EAB writes winning pieces!

As most of you may know, the winners for the school’s writing contest have recently been announced:

Poetry winner: Victor Foresti.

Fiction winner: India Eddy.

Nonfiction winner: Madison Holman.

Check out the winning pieces!

Poetry winner: “Untitled collection” by Victor Foresti 

Statistics:

Fluorescent Lamp,

That breaks upon

Scarred skin

To bend us straight.

 

A million shards of

Mercury-silver

flicker, dance n

red mist glows

 

Fountain.

Cracked lip,

Ruined temple.

Curb-stomp that sinks a brow.

 

Pink triangle,

Gestapo punch,

SS kick

The cross swings the final blow.

 

Blood on the streets.

“god and country”

Another dead fag,

Statistics.

 

Axle

The billboards of the Times Square

Have an enamoring glow to them: The

neon the crowd the shopping bags The

movement

This is the Centre of the world

Standing on the centre

I felt a great awe

What happens here is news

What is decided here is fate

 

Here there is no time

For the delays of the periphery Capital is

flung from building to building, Carried

on the briefcases of

The men in suits (who asked if I spoke Spanish).

 

This is the Axle from which the world spins,

But standing on the centre the movement

Is more dizzying?

Standing in the centre

I hear the hollers, the sirens

The destitute cries of beggars

The subway musicians:

The city wails with the sound

Of the turning gears of an empire.

 

My hometown is not as noisy.

 

The concrete is silent, and static,

But the axle’s spin does bleed through.

 

The men in suits

come to the embassy.

 

I’ve seen a Marine or two.

 

Not that they are needed:

An empire is a participative thing.

       It sends mixed blessings our way,

The concrete is silent, and static,

And our parents envision themselves

In miami; wish for amazon shipping.

 

Yes an empire is a curious thing:

When I was a child i wrote stories about

Johns and Roberts. They ate bacon,

(Which I had never seen).

 

And it’s with its language

That I articulate my criticisms

 

 

An empire is a curious thing:

I share an accent

With the men in suits.

 

 

The white boy looks at rivers.

Inspired by The Negro Speaks of Rivers, by Langston Hughes.

 

I think of the sorrow song

sung ashore the volga:

 

Men in rags hauling

Barges on leather shoulders

And oaken trunks.

 

I’ve heard the dark blues

Of the old Mississippi.

My pillows bear its saline scent.

 

The Euphrates, the Neva, the river Nile:

Lifelines that have been drenched in blood,

For as long as it’s flown in human veins.

 

They bear witness to those

whose bodies were carried downstream,

And to those bodies that sought, with cupped hands

For refreshment.

 

Rivers so far from home,

Flow into me like the unrelenting mud

In the São Francisco

 

I’ve yet to know rivers:

To chart them from source to estuary

I’m left to stray the shores,

peruse the beached relics

 

From the balcony I behold the streams,

I see the uniformed shrouds who bring concrete to silence the water.

 

Thunder! I can hear trumpets and grave voices

The riptide charges through their sterile barricades like cavalry!

The river flows on: a determined witness, a bold emissary.

 

No dam or dich can dare tide

The cries of Hughes and Robeson.

Their voices thunder with the rapids

 


Fiction winner: “Broken Anchors” by India Eddy

“Are you just gonna’ pretend this isn’t real?” Those were the first words she said to me after it happened. Weeks after it happened. Three, to be exact. “That’s what you do, Felix. You ignore the facts! You lock yourself in your sad library of a room and you pretend that life isn’t happening around you! You close yourself off, Felix. You put yourself in another world entirely so that you- goddammit, FELIX! I’ve said your name three times now! Three times and you won’t even spare me a glance! You can’t stop looking at-” and she chokes. Her breath catches in her throat.

“Felix, I know we aren’t your favourites but at least we’re still here; dad and I. We’re real.” And it fell silent again. I could feel her eyes boring into my skull. I didn’t need to look at her, I knew exactly the face she was wearing; eyes watery and red, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to keep herself from breaking into tears at that very moment, her cheeks would be tear-stained and her gaze would be desperate.

“Felix, talk to me.” She says, an order, yet you can sense sympathy in her voice. “I know I’ve never been your favourite; even when it was just the two of us, your mind was never off your friends. Never off her.” I can hear her swallowing. I can hear everything. “But you don’t have them anymore! News flash, Felix-” she spits my name like it’s sour on her tongue “-you lost them all! You changed after mum died. We all expected it, but we thought you’d turn back around in a few months. Thought you’d open your mouth again. They waited for you, you know! Poor Alex came by every day for a year! Ayear, Felix! And every day you let him down! And now you’ve lost her, too! The last one you had left after you went completely fucking mental! I’m all you’ve got left now, Felix! You’ve gotta come back to me!” She stops. She swallows. She sniffles, wiping her eyes. “Please.”

I didn’t answer her. All I could manage was to lick my bottom lip and keep staring forward. I could hear her readjust herself, uncomfortable in her own skin. I at least knew that feeling. Without even sparing a glance, I could see every detail on her face; the slight scowl on her lips, the reflecting tears on her dark freckles, the red rims around her eyes. “Alright, Felix. Just keep staring at the grave, expecting her to come back like we’re all part of one of your stupid movies! Dad and I will be waiting for when you get your head out of your ass.”

She stayed for a moment, breathing heavily before she turned away and left me, not quite alone, in a grey mist; not literally, but the words she spat hung heavy in the air and made it hard to breathe, a fog in of itself, slithering down my throat and into my lungs.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to nobody; maybe to the sister that had left me, or maybe to the one who had left everyone. “Is that what I do? Pretend things aren’t real. Am I doing that right now?” I’m sitting down now, cross-legged on fresh dirt. “I don’t know.” My breath formed frost on my lips. “One- uh…

one last piece of advice for me? Just… just one more.” I rolled a speck of dirt between my fingers, willing tears to come, willing to react like a human for once in my life. “What should I do?”

There’s no response. Of course there’s not. No matter how many times I watch The Walking Dead, it won’t ever be real… that’s not necessarily a bad thing, of course.

Without another word, I push myself back to my feet and leave my sister alone forever. A name and a quote carved into graphite watch my back until I disappear behind a willow tree; “Amelia Monroe. We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.”

And now I’m back in a room with drawn curtains and no lights. A book sits open on my lap, but I pay no attention to the print. Instead, my eyes are focused on the white four-panel door, which failed as soundproofing from the voices downstairs. Two voices I know better than my own.

“I’m sick of always trying to fix him!” This one’s Katy – the sister from the cemetery. “I don’t need to be fixed,” I whisper to myself in response.

“He’s in pain!”

“We’re all in pain, dad! Some of us just know how to deal with it like actual human beings!” “He is a human being!”

“Really? Because-” Katy starts.

And I finish with her: “I’m not so sure.”

And as they keep yelling beneath me, I plug earphones into my ears and slide open my window. It’s a twelve-foot drop, but I have done it enough times to know how to land without injury.

I knew where I wanted to end up when I started running, but I didn’t know how I wanted to get there.

“Truth or dare!” Her voice cuts into my skull and sends a shiver through my chest and into my heart. “Come on, Fee! We need to pass the time somehow!” Our mum had just gone out to get us dinner. It was the last time we saw her alive.

“Fine, but nothing too crazy,” I said with a smile. “Dare.” “I dare you… to lick the floor!”

“Lia! Come on!”

“Do it!” She was my older sister, and I cared about her more than anything, and I was having fun. So I did. “Oh, yes! Okay, my turn! Truth.”

“Lame! Okay, if you had to kill me, Katy, mum, or dad, who would you do?” “Dare.”

“Nu-uh! You can’t just change your answer like that! Me, Kate, mum, or dad?”

“Uh… mum. Your turn.” This answer had me shocked. I was certain she was going to pick Katy… or dad. None of them had ever gotten along that well, but she left me no time to ponder. “Come on, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Alright… Katy’s your twin, but you always hang out with me, why?” “I like you better. Your go.”

And that’s how the night went on until we heard a phone ring. And we heard our dad’s voice say ‘hello.’ And we heard our dad’s voice say ‘yes, this is he.” And we heard our dad’s voice say ‘oh God’ over and over and over again.

He came out to us with tear-stained cheeks and sat on the white sofa next to where we were huddled together on the floor.

“There’s been an accident.” Amelia’s immediate reaction was to cover my ears, but she couldn’t prevent these four words from slithering through my ears and into my brain. Travelling down my spine and tracing my ribs, diving into my heart and ripping it apart so each scrap left was smaller than a fingernail.

He tried to explain what had happened to us delicately, but it was useless. I clung onto Amelia like my life depended on it, and she just pressed me tighter to her chest with every word that came out of his mouth. But I didn’t cry. And I think that’s what made it worse.

Our worlds had just been ripped apart, but we had each other. We would always have each other.

Or so I thought.

I’m at my destination now. I’m standing up on the asphalt ledge of a bridge that has gone untravelled for years. Now it’s just me and the eternal drop to oblivion; not the worst company, if I’m honest.

I was a boat with two anchors, one of which was broken two and a half years ago, while the other was cut exactly three weeks ago. I was now adrift at sea in my mind. And I was sick of my feet being on the ground while my mind was drowning in a bloody ocean.

So I stepped over the chipped red railing and stood on my heels on the edge of death.

But was I being selfish? I wasn’t the only one who lost a mother and a sister. I wasn’t the only one in pain.

“We’re all in pain, dad! Some of us just know how to deal with it like actual human beings!”

Would this make her pain worse or would it relieve it? I know I’m her last sibling left.

But I know that the way she talked about me earlier made my tongue sour. She doesn’t need me around.

Nobody does.

I could feel my fingers loosening on the rail.

The wind howled in my ear, flattening me to the rusty railing of a gloomy bridge before it changed direction.

I could feel myself letting go.

I just hoped everybody else would, too.

 


Nonfiction winner: “The Angel’s Grasp” by Madison Holman

The third-person omniscient. When the narrator knows the thoughts and feelings of the character in the story. And that’s what a lot of people feel I think. About what happened. Yet what if the narrator and the character are one, yet she knows more than the character herself? To think that, would be an oxymoron in itself, a self-contradiction, but for what rhetorical point?

But that’s how it is.

The move was from California, to might-as-well-have-been “uncharted territory” for the family. The “other coast”. Say it with a certain distaste, like smelling the wafting steam of unknown contents from a tupperware container, and you understand that the West coast was held in superiority to that of the East Coast.

And so was it anyone’s fault that no one assumed that a pit stop in good old Bountiful, Utah to bid our farewells to my parents families, which by this time, we hoped, weren’t as heartbroken at the prodigal son, would be where our ship would derail and disappear into sorts of a bermuda triangle.

One of those nights I had a seizure. I was four. I was choking, compulsing, kicking, and throwing up, all the while I was unresponsive. The doctors estimated I was caught in the Tonic-Clonic seizure for more than 12 minutes. The emergency medic team were called and they came trooping into the house, drugging me in attempts to wake me up. By this time the whole neighborhood was awake – the house falling apart in hysterics. All the while I was unresponsive. I was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance and then emergency life flighted to a primary children’s hospital in a helicopter. All the while I was unresponsive. I was determined to be showing symptoms of spinal meningitis – an extremely contagious infection of the fluid and membranes around the brain and spinal cord, that causes brain damage in a matter of hours and is fatal within 24 hours. It was then that the ER medics donned their hazmat suits and stretched their gloves over their hands, and carted me to quarantine. All the while I was still unresponsive. Only when they unsheathed the syringe to extract a sample of spinal fluid did I wake up.

The pleading prayers turned into praises. I was definitely well enough to know that the looming aliens with wickedly gleaming weapons couldn’t be a dream, and that the strach, stiff sheets of a silent hospital ward weren’t

the same sheets I went to bed wrapped up in at Nana and Papa’s house, and with my blood cutting screaming before what looked to be my murderers couldn’t have but told just about every patient of my regaining of consciousness.

The funny part is, however ironic in a definitely not funny story, that that was it. If you try to pry and coax the end out, you’ll only find that we’ve already arrived there.

I stayed at the hospital for days afterwards. I was to never be the same Madison Anne – with definite brain damage and debilitating learning disabilities. I would have a slow recovery, regardless of the final diagnosis – but that never came.

Undiagnosed. The cause of the seizure. The cause of my recovery. The cause of no retaliation.

I think it’s the jealousy at the innocence. That’s what it is. With a situation that the mind could have only have used to exploit a plethora of memories, he took few. I have but three memories from the days at the hospital. Drawing on a doll sized hospital gown so the provided cloth doll that I was given would match me. Crying when my mom explained I couldn’t get up to go pee and that instead I would do that through a tube. Being pulled by my aunt Heather in a red wagon past a fish tank. All are two seconds stints of flashbacks that I can draw back on.

But I don’t really know anything else. It would be a lie to tell you that I know all of the floof before, between, and after those three memories. I was there. Nothing happened while everything happened.

And so when I say that I am but a third person omniscient narrator to my own character it is because I myself will never know.  Once upon a time, maybe I did know. Maybe I could feel my brain still rebelling, the essence of nothingness, and the imploding pain that raced through my entire existence. Yet even now, as I know the most I’ve ever known, I know the least amount I ever knew.

That is what I will never get. Like a toddler that doesn’t get the candy bar that gleams on a shelf that always seems out of reach. They turn into a disastrous tornado of flailing limpness and extravagant vocals. Until the deadly whispered threats and clamping hands of parents throw them back into the cart. I too, was drawn to something. The possibility, perhaps, of another reality that contained the Madison Anne i was destined to wake up as that day.

Maybe her blue eyes and blonde curls beckoned to me that day. But, unbenounced to me, something pulled me away. It held me back. And so I became conscious, never having been able to reach the girl that could have been.

Club Spotlight: EAB Goes Green!

By Emma Holm-Olsen

 

I’m sure you’ve all heard about EAB Goes Green (EGG) at some point or another, but do any of you actually know what EGG has been doing, and plans to do? My guess is no, or at least not entirely. In any case, as a new member of EGG, I wanted to use Bullseye’s platform to educate our community about all of the fascinating and important initiatives the club is doing. Recently, the club and some other students and staff that were interested, took a trip to Sitio Geranium, a sustainable farm dedicated to saving energy and resources, and developing new techniques and inventions to ensure future sustainability and environmental conservation.

(Photos below courtesy of EAB Goes Green)

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The farm advertises itself as an “open-air classroom with the purpose of environmental education” (Sitio Geranium). The visit was not only fun, but it was really inspiring to see how a small farm in the outskirts of Brasilia is doing so much to preserve the resources we have, as well as educating students and other visitors about how we as regular citizens can incorporate some of the same practices into our daily lives. From organic composting to green houses, the farm essentially had around 95% sustainability across the facility, an incredible feat for a institution, and a business no less, in this day and age. The club is actively trying to incorporate some of these ideas into initiatives at our school, including possibly an annual Environmental Day at EAB and even our very own composting area. Now you’re probably thinking, “Ok this is good and all, but how much of an effect are all of these things going to have on the students’ actions and opinions about the environment?” And you’re completely right. Which is why the club has also been advocating to change the very things our students are taught at a young age. Eighth grader Karina Fiskum is working on a project to add an Environmental Sustainability unit into the Middle School science curriculum. As a required course, we hope that this unit will not only educate students about the environment, but also inspire them to get involved more personally and work to make our community even better.

As you can see from all of these projects, EAB Goes Green is not simply an “eco-club” that goes around yelling at people for not recycling their plastic properly (although we may do that sometimes too). EGG is a club dedicated to changing the very values of our community and the views of our students and staff regarding one of the most pressing issues of our generation.

 

*If you’re interested in joining EGG (we’re always looking for new members!), or even just in finding out more about our club, feel free to visit our Instagram page, or contact our leadership team directly at eab202004788@eabdf.br and eab202004840@eabdf.br.

 

 

 

Highlights of the 2019 IB Art Exhibition

By: Luiza Boiteux

This past Saturday, the 13th of April, the EAB community had the honor of looking at the work of the IB visual arts students. The exhibition involved both first and second years students, and it was surprising to see the fantastic work they are already producing.

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Junior Chloe Posthuma Coelho

For the first year students, there was a myriad of themes discussed. Chlo‎é Posthuma-Coelho presented the “Natural selection series” in which she showed the painful reality of natural disasters, as she was very moved by the Mariana disaster, and the most recent case of Brumadinho. One of her paintings, called “Protector” represented a victim rising from the mud. Another one had toys covered in mud, as a way to represent the children affected by the calamity, as well as the innocence lost after dealing with the consequences of a natural disaster.

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Junior Madison Holman

Madison Holman had her artwork surrounding the relations of power in society and had within her collection a piece that caught the attention of numerous people in the exhibition: it was called “Temps”, and it consisted of 9 eggs hanging in a circle, symbolizing how the female body is coveted, as “women are wanted for their eggs”, the nine eggs representing the nine months of pregnancy. Madison also had photo montages that replaced the male figure with the word “power” and a realistic drawing.

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Junior Duda Bulhoes

Duda Bulhões was inspired by her feelings, having her pieces based on the themes of nostalgia and solitude. She successfully achieved her goal, as one of the first things that I noticed was the Sailor Moon inspired batik paintings. Another highlight was the piece “Alone,” a black box with a white figure in the corner, symbolizing the feeling of a mental breakdown.

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Junior Ana Luiza Santiago

Ana Luiza conveyed with her work a very critical view of the world, with the work centering some of the reoccurring issues in Brazil and the world. One of her pieces consisted of five of the Saudi Arabia women activists, who were imprisoned because they were fighting for their right to drive. Another of her works had a bromeliad inside an hourglass, representing how with time, the flower has been taken from nature to be used to decorate houses.  

Carolina Telino explored the language expressed through the body with photographs, paintings and a photomontage. She had the intention of portraying the personality and the background that is expressed in one’s physical structure (the lines, marks and curves), showing how important it is to give bodies a voice which “conveys a stronger message than anything else”, as she explained in the reflection.  

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Junior Sophia Umbeck

Sophia Umbeck had several different pieces that had to do with fashion and nature itself. A particular part that stood out was made of varying magazine cut-outs, forming a woman in black and white in the center, surrounded by pictures of things such as makeup, clothes, and other items one would find in high fashion magazines, adding to that, the piece also included melted lipstick. All of that added to the theme of societal pressure when it comes to feminine beauty.

Joel Krieghbaum also expressed her emotions in her artwork, which might have been one of the most colorful in the exhibition. One of her pieces, made with wax and fabric paint consisted of a person sitting a bathroom that seemed to be flooding and abstract painting that conveys the feeling of dissociation.

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Conceptual Piece by Bella Marques

As soon as I entered the exhibition, I couldn’t help but notice Isabella Marques’ sculpture, called “Heart of Gold” (pictured above), it consisted of a human heart covered in black paint, and with scars painted in gold, representing how we can draw lessons, and learn from situations of pain, that might quite literally tear our hearts apart.

The two second years students might not even be called art students anymore, as their artwork was incredibly professional, showing that they are real artists. Alana Jara paid homage to Brasilia’s architecture (both the natural and unnatural) with pieces that represented the tesourinhas, a yellow Ipê, and a series of small pieces with Brasilia’s landmarks, such as the Catedral, the Dois Candangos monument, and much many more. It contrasted with the second part of her exhibition, which showed the not so pleasant side of the city, one of the pieces consisted of two hands with dirt and a few coins in it, representing the poverty problem that is intrinsic in Brazil.   

Bryn Dettman was inspired by eastern art in her exhibition, integrating her experiences in China. Within her artworks, there was a piece with colorful frogs, an orchid made out of wires and tissue paper, and two seals which sign the artist’s name in Chinese used to represent her identity and to give her other paintings a unique element.   

After leaving the exhibition, I couldn’t help but be excited to see what comes next in these young artists’ careers. I can’t wait to see what the first year students will have next year and to see what the seniors will achieve with this tremendous talent.

2019 IB Art Exhibition Photo Gallery

 

Photos by Luiza Boiteux

Breathtaking Image of first-ever Black Hole

By Fatima Kane

 

pasted image 0 On Wednesday, April 10, 2019, a team of more than 200 researchers and scientists in a decade-long mission finally shared their results in the The Astrophysical Journal Letters of capturing a photograph of a black hole 55 million light years away in the galaxy Messier 87. In doing so, the team enticed everyone to the never-seen-before, much-speculated, mystical sight of the black hole recently named “Powehi” – a fitting Hawaiian expression meaning “embellished dark source of unending creation”. Hundreds of international astronomers made the (previously-thought) impossible, possible by connecting 8 uber-powerful radio telescopes, called Event Horizon Telescope, to get a glimpse of the bright orange-red “ring of fire” or the intensely hot gas swirling around a perfectly-circular abyss. According to the National Science Foundation, the telescopes needed to be able to capture the same level of detail as being able to see the date on a quarter from Los Angeles, California, to Washington, D.C. Additionally, the telescopes compiled roughly 5,000 trillion bytes of data over a 2-week period, the data then being processed through supercomputers to retrieve this groundbreaking image of first-ever black hole to be seen by man.

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(Left : A stunning zoomed-out image of the black hole taken in NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory)

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(An even more zoomed-out picture of the black hole also taken in NASA’s Chandra X-ray Observatory)

These photographs of black hole, Powehi, have marked tremendous scientific achievements and are extraordinary in all aspects. For example, it’s currently presumed to be one of the heaviest of black holes to exist with a mass estimated to be 6.5 billion times the Sun’s mass, accompanied by an unbelievably enormous size of 40 billion km across, 3 million times the size of the Earth, and larger than the size of our entire Solar System. Or even how the light from the orange-red halo is brighter than the billions of other stars in the galaxy; combined. This incredible mission which exposed a part of our universe we had never seen before, was groundbreaking in a countless number of ways, and, fortunately, according to the amazing scientists who accomplished this great feat, it’s just the beginning.

 

 

 

Works Cited

Chen, Sophia. “Scientists Reveal the First Picture of a Black Hole.” Wired, Conde Nast, 10 Apr. 2019, http://www.wired.com/story/scientists-reveal-the-first-picture-of-a-black-hole/.

Ghosh, Pallab. “First Ever Black Hole Image Released.” BBC News, BBC, 10 Apr. 2019, http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-47873592.

Houser, Kristin. “The First Black Hole Photo Is Even More Amazing When You Zoom Out.” Futurism, Futurism, 12 Apr. 2019, futurism.com/the-byte/black-hole-photo-amazing-zoom-out.

Picheta, Rob. “The First Black Hole to Be Photographed Now Has a Name.” CNN, Cable News Network, 12 Apr. 2019, edition.cnn.com/2019/04/12/world/black-hole-name-powehi-scli-intl/index.html.

Resnick, Brian. “How to Make Sense of the Black Hole Image, According to 2 Astrophysicists.” Vox, Vox, 11 Apr. 2019, http://www.vox.com/science-and-health/2019/4/11/18306110/first-image-black-hole-eht-event-horizon-singularity.

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How much value do things in your life have?

By: Savannah G. Eschenroeder

Life is really crazy right now. Like seriously. I have so many things crowding my schedule and I know that those of you reading this can relate; school, sports, the many doctor and dentist appointments before moving to a new place. How many of you do homework while in the car or bus!! Haha, it’s the typical habit of a busy teenager. But how busy is too busy? I know for a lot of you, IB takes up so much of your time, on top of everything else; cramming study time the last precious minutes before your test, doing your chores, trying to get to bed in a decent hour of night (which sometimes isn’t easy with homework!!!), getting ready for school, making sure you eat a decent breakfast, and for us ladies, we can’t forgot our mascara before leaving the house!! Haha. On the weekends school projects threaten to consume our hours and you have just barely enough time to rush over to Pier 21 with friends for a couple of hours and get some sleep and before you know it, Monday is here, bright and early! But honestly speaking, how many times have you stopped and thought about the value of each thing in your life? I know that you guys are really busy right now. The thought probably hasn’t even crossed your mind this week. I was the exact same way. I had a pile of homework, numerous summatives, and softball.

How many times have you stopped and thought about the value of each thing in your life?

But today, one of my very close friends (not at EAB) had a scratchy throat that quickly escalated into her esophagus closing up. It was a very scary experience, and yet a very eye-opening one at the same time. I am tearing up at the thought that if there wasn’t a hospital nearby and if the Lord didn’t slow down her esophagus, the situation could have been much worse. But it makes me question, how much value do the things in my life have? Even though school is very time consuming, do I still have time for the ones closest to me? Fortunately, the answer is yes! Even though I might be tired some nights, I will treasure the moments I have with my family and friends. Because things happen so fast, and you just don’t know when life will twist in the opposite direction.