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Duchamp Grice

Posted by Call Me Amaesing | Posted in | Posted on 3:52 PM

So me and my friends grew up together taking four years of visual arts in highschool. Since our art teacher was new when we were freshman, we all bonded very very very well.

Our art teacher, we called him Grice (or G-ride).

We painted murals for the Veterans Hospital
We painted snow plow murals, and also skipped school to attend the snow plow contest (which we are not allowed to talk about)
We did backdrops for the school TV studio.
We made art CDs and brought them to class, which Grice would often tell us to skip to the next song due to profanity.
We had Junk Yard Wars
We took a trip to NIU to take a life drawing class (which we had a 9-month old pregnant woman as our model)
We had pumpkin painting contests
We learned how to use Photoshop!
We tasted the famous Grice guacamole.
We made April Fools faculty photos and put them on display in the front of the school, which turned into a big commotion.

The best day was our highschool graduation. As our present, we were all invited to the wedding ceremony of him and his fiance, Anna. Of course, then, we had to make him gifts! What better things than to make homemade presents! So we made him coasters for his house from moasic pieces, and presented it along with a homemade card and a gift certificate.








Cheers to Grice.






Of course, we had to semi-raid the wedding reception and take lots of pictures with the photographer. hahaa

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