12x05 - Appelemondo's Dreams

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Hi. I'm painting
a picture of my street.

This is the way I see it.
Here, I'll show you.

This is me, and this is
my neighbor next-door.

This will be the tree
at the end of the street.

There's so much
happening on my block...

Like a fire engine
racing by.

It looks like a streak of red,
all slick and shiny.

What it needs is the blur
of spinning wheels.

There.

I get lots of ideas for art
from my neighborhood.

Where do you get yours?

I get ideas
from the subway.

I go to the zoo

And get my ideas
from the animals.

I get them from dreams.

I get them
from my imagination.

I guess mostly people
and living things.

When I'm finished
with one,

There's another one
in my mind.

When I'm finished with that,
there's another one,

Et cetera and et cetera.

Just about anything
can inspire you to create.

Once you get an idea,
you can turn your thoughts...

Into pictures.

In this story, a young boy's
thoughts become paintings

That brighten
his whole town.

It's called
appelemando's dreams.

Once there was
a very drab village.

There wasn't
much to do there,

Especially for a little boy
named appelemando,

Who loved to dream.

For him,
dreams were magic chariots,

Pulled through his mind
by galloping hues of color.

For him,
dreaming was a way of life.

The villagers said,

"Appelemando never
does anything useful.

He dreams the day away."

But appelemando and his friends
shared a very special secret--

Appelemando's dreams.

You see, whenever he daydreamed
with his friends,

They could see the dreams.

Right out of the top
of his head, they drifted.

They twisted
through shafts of sunlight

And floated up
into the sunny sky.

There was so much to look at--
animals, birds, flowers,

All in wondrous,
vibrant colors.

Appelemando enjoyed dreaming
for his friends.

He dreamed big dreams,

Tall dreams,

Little dreams.

One day, the children tried
to capture appelemando's dream

On paper.

When they wet the paper,
the dream held fast.

"Hooray!"
They exclaimed for joy.

"Now we can keep
his dreams forever."

It wasn't long
before they discovered

That appelemando's dreams
would stay on anything

That was moist--

Mops drying
over balcony rails,

Laundry
airing on clotheslines,

Bottoms of fat, white ducks
waddling up the street.

"What a mess if you dreamed
on a rainy day,"

His friends laughed.

One day, it happened.

Appelemando
had begun to dream

When the sun hid
behind gray storm clouds,

And it started to rain.

They clapped appelemando's hat
tight onto his head,

But it was no use.

The dream had already
drifted up

And was floating
toward the town.

The dreams held fast
to the walls and storefronts.

As soon as
the rain stopped,

The townsfol
came out and gasped.

They were angry.

"Who painted
our houses and stores?"

"I'll find out who's
responsible," the mayor said.

And then he looked
at the children.

They were covered
with appelemando's dreams.

"You!" The mayor shouted.
"What have you children done?"

The children were taken
to the village elders.

"Are you saying
all those things

On our walls are dreams?"
They asked,

When the children
explained.

No one believed it.

"If what you say is true,

Let's see appelemando dream
right now," the mayor snapped.

But the harder appelemando
tried to dream,

The more impossible
it became.

Nothing at all
would come into his mind.

"I knew they were lying,"
a villager whispered.

"They should be ashamed."

As the children headed home
after the ordeal,

They were afraid

That appelemando's
wonderful dreams

Would never happen again.

They walked and worried.

They didn't watch the path,
and when they looked up,

They were
lost in the woods.

"Our people will
never find us here.

If only we could
signal them somehow."

Then they all looked
at appelemando.

"Dream a dream big enough
to rise above the trees.

People will see it
and know we're here."

"I can't dream anymore,"
appelemando cried.

"You have to try,"
his friends replied.

All appelemando could think of
were the bitter words

Of the people
who didn't believe him.

Try as he might, nothing
would appear in his mind.

Then, he looked into the eyes
of his friends, who loved him,

And he closed his eyes
and began to dream.

Bright colors of every hue,
shape, and texture

Floated
from appelemando's head.

They twisted
through the air.

The wind lifted them
above the trees.

Sure enough,
the villagers saw the dream

Just above the forest
where the children were.

They followed this vision,

And when they found
the children,

They wept for joy.

Never again would they question
the importance of dreams.

Now, the village is
no longer a drab place.

Rich colors and soaring images
cover the walls of the town,

And an old man sits
by the fountain in the square--

An old man who loves to dream.

For him,
dreams are magic chariots,

Pulled through his mind
by galloping hues of color.

For him,
dreaming is a way of life.

Just like appelemando,
we all have dreams to express.

Have you ever thought

That while you're
drawing or painting,

You're expressing
your feelings?

Because crayons have
so many shades and colors,

They can help you
express feelings.

When I feel good,

I love working
with the bright ones.

There. That should do it.

What do you think?

And when I'm feeling
just a little playful,

I love making things
out of paper.

I just love
that crinkling sound.

Crayons and paper
are great materials to choose

To help express your feelings,
but there are many others.

Wire and whimsy
spark ele mckay's imagination.

[Mckay]
I never, ever thought

That I would be making
wire sculptures.

I just picked up a piece of wire
and started bending it.

I use simple tools--

Wire cutters
and needlenose pliers

And my hands.

It's like drawing--
drawing in space.

[Levar burton]
juan sanchez needs

A whole wall outside
to paint what he feels inside.

[Sanchez]
working this way is different.

Most of my paintings

Are done on canvas.

Even though my canvas
is usually big,

It's not even a quarter
as big as this wall.

When you apply
paint to canvas,

It bounces back and forth.

It has a certain give,

Whereas working on brick,
it doesn't move back.

Also, the texture
of the brick

Is a whole different
consideration.

The fact that the brick has
a lot of bumps on the surface--

That straight line,
in order to look straight,

Had to be painted on
not straight.

Dolly and jody naranjo sculpt
pottery to express their dreams.

[Woman singing
in native language]

[Naranjo]
pottery allows me to feel

That I am a part of the world
that we live in,

And it allows me
to be creative,

And it allows me
to express myself.

One potato, two potato,
three potato, four.

This one.

Maybe ridges will give it
the look...that I want.

O.k.

A little paint.

Well, the lines are terrific,
but I actually want something

With more of a pattern to it,
so maybe this sponge

Will do the trick.

Yeah.

I'm really in the mood
for something with more texture,

Something
that's nubbly.

You know what I mean?

Let's see.
What else is around here?

Ooh, yeah...

This is nice and nubbly.

O.k.

Let's give this a try.

Yeah.

Now that feels
exactly right.

Sometimes you just have to
experiment and explore,

Take risks,
and try new things

Until you find
the right match.

[Man]
I like chalk.

I like it because
I like to work with my fingers.

I like the feeling of the chalk.
It's powdery.

I just love it.

[Levar burton]
hani is an artist

Who uses chalk
to draw pictures

On the sidewalks
of new york city.

His drawings last
up to three weeks.

They give hani and others
much pleasure.

I love art.

Uh...i think I can
communicate better.

I can explain myself better
with paintings, with drawings,

Better than words.

When I want to draw
on the sidewalk,

I look for a clean sidewalk
without broken glass in it,

Without so much dirt,

But the important thing--

That I have
a very rough sidewalk

Where I can mix
the colors.

If it's smooth,
the color won't stick

On the sidewalk.

[Bicycle bell rings]

Usually when I want
to make a painting,

I start thinking
about what I want to do.

Then I sketch it on paper
and use it to make my painting.

When I start drawing,

I usually start
with the outlines.

I use a black piece
of chalk or pastel,

And I do the outlines,

And after that,
I start filling in the colors.

I really like to use
my fingers when I draw.

I just like the feeling
of chalk on my finger.

It feels good, and I feel like
I have more control.

With my fingers, it's not like
I'm holding a brush

Or Kn*fe or something
to work with.

It's my fingers,
so I know when to stop,

And I can control
my hands better,

And I can achieve
better results.

Sometimes when I paint
on the sidewalks,

I wonder what people
who stop by think about

When they look
at my painting.

But usually, the response
is very positive.

I use a kind of chalk--
it's called pastel.

I make it myself

Because I can make the kind
of colors I really want.

I can mix colors.

I can make exactly
the color I want.

First, I grate soap
that you find in your house.

When I have enough,

I put it into a pot
with heated water.

Then I add
some dried glue.

Then, I put some calcium chalk
into a mixing bowl.

On top of that,
I pour the color.

I hope you like purple.

After that,
I use the water that I heated

With the glue
and the soap,

And I pour the liquid
into the mixing bowl.

And that I mix
all together.

I keep mixing it
until it hardens a little bit.

It's like dough,
like you make bread.

You have to combine it
very well.

You have to push it
with your two hands.

And after that,
I cut it with a Kn*fe

In small pieces.

And then,
I leave them to dry.

All the colors
are beautiful.

It just depends
how you use them

And where and when.

Usually, when I finish
my painting,

I feel so good, so happy
that it makes me, like,

Want to dance and jump
and say,

"Look, everybody,
I finished this painting."

I feel so proud of myself
because I feel

Like I proved
that I'm an artist.

This is the living proof.
This is a painting.

Look. See my painting.

There's no right or wrong way
to create.

Follow your own style.

Here are books where
the artists have done that,

But don't take
my word for it.

Do you like books
about painting?

I'm grace,
and I have a great book

Called the little painter
of sabana grande.

Fernando wants to paint,

But he lives
in a very small village,

And there are
no paint stores there.

So, fernando makes his own
paints from things in nature,

But he has
a big problem.

He has no paper.

Fernando has a great idea.

He sees that the wall
of his house

Is smooth and white.

Fernando covers his house
with beautiful designs.

After that,
everyone starts saying,

"Fernando,
paint my house."

Soon, the whole village
looks beautiful.

To see for yourself,
read this book.

Hi. I'm david,

And I read the incredible
painting of felix clousseau.

It's about a painter

Who decides to enter
an art contest

With unexpected results.

The king has announced
an art contest.

Painters come
from all over to enter.

Most artists bring
pictures of the king,

All except one.

The judges are stunned.

Clousseau
wins the contest,

But his painting isn't
all it's quacked up to be.

The drawings
have a lot of detail.

This story has
an unusual chain of events

Where clousseau's true talents
shine through.

If you like excitement,
I'd recommend this book.

Hi. I'm susannah.

Do you know what it takes
to become an artist?

Find out in this book,
I am an artist.

It has
beautiful illustrations.

Each page shows
how to be an artist.

Being an artist can be the way
you look at things.

What do you see
in this picture?

I see the beautiful colors
in a seashell.

Artists find
faces in the clouds

And watch sunlight
turn dust to glitter.

I am an artist when
I look at the world around me.

Open your eyes
and read this book.

Every piece of art
you make

Says something
about who you are.

It expresses an idea,
thought, or feeling.

Since no two people
are exactly alike,

Your art is as unique
and special as you are.

Ah.

I'll see you next time.

♪ Butterfly
in the sky ♪

♪ I can go
twice as high ♪

♪ Take a look ♪

♪ It's in a book ♪

♪ A reading rainbow ♪

♪ A reading rainbow ♪

♪ A reading rainbow ♪

♪ A reading rainbow... ♪♪

Today's reading rainbow books
are...

Appelemando's dreams,
by patricia polacco,

Published by philomel books,

A division
of the putnam & grosset group.

The little painter
of sabana grande,

By patricia maloney markun,

Illustrated
by robert casilla,

Published
by bradbury press,

An affiliate of macmillan
publishing co.

The incredible painting
of felix clousseau,

By jon agee,

Published by farrar,
strauss & giroux.

I am an artist,
by pat lowery collins,

Illustrated by robin brickman,

Published
by the millbrook press.