This artwork was made by a German artist called Kurt Schwitters. He liked using rubbish and objects he had found to make his art, and called this ‘Merz’. He made painted stones like this one whilst he was living in the Lake District in England. His big project was to fill a whole barn full of art made out of scrap and found things he had decorated, which he called the Merz Barn.
You can go and see lots of his art objects and collages, including some other beautifully painted stones at Tate Britain until May 2013.
Have you ever collected nice stones or shells? Why do you think this stone is special? What would you use it for? Do you think the stone could have magic powers? Maybe somewhere in the universe there is a beach full of multi-coloured stones?
© DACS, 2002
Monday 14 January 2013
I walk lonely along the shell-scattered shore. The sun sets beyond the horizon and I wonder about the worlds out there. Maybe there’s a land where everyone walks on their heads? Maybe there’s a land where animals rule? My eyes guide back to the sand. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet, and look at the photo of me and my family. Starring into the stones and shells, I find a glimpse of color. It’s not a natural color. Stripes of pink, silver, red, green, blue, white and gold. I fall to my knees and dig into the sand to get to the intriguing item. A stone. It shimmers like gold dust and sparkles in the gamboge sunset, and I can’t help but hold it in my sweaty palms and stare at it’s beauty. I smile. For some reason, it reminds me of home. The comfort of the sofa, the warmth of my bed. I can feel it burning up, then freezing. Could it be magic? I rise to my feet and stumble with the stone to the edge of the water. I gently place the stone onto the wet sand as the tide strides in. Quiet. Suddenly, The stone starts to glow. Gently, I crouch down next to it and take it off the sand. It’s become so pure, so stunning, so unimaginably perfect. I run home and search on Google for stones that are magical. Nothing. But thinking to the past, I know what it is. In fact, I once owned it. I got it from the fortune teller at the carnival in Las Vegas. It’s coming again next week, so I think it’s time to book a holiday. How could I forget a thing like that? How? But I never have. It was pressed to the back of my mind because something so dark should never be forgotten.
Tuesday 15 January 2013
it looks egipshion
Thursday 17 January 2013
hace un día una hora y 40 minutos vi una piedra de colores que decia que los que no se arrepintieran por no apreciar el arte como es sufririan las consecuencias, gritaba el loco de CHICAGO nadie le creía es logico quien le creería a un loco. Bueno ya pasados unos 20 años cuando los robots servían a los humanos y las ranas cantaban jazz un loco volvió a gritar por todos lados !he visto algo que nadie ha podido ver sino solo yo vi una sociedad privada de apreciadores de la pintura encerrada en un domo viven mejor que nosotros y esta picasso ¡¡¡¡¡vivo!!!!……que nos enseña esta pequeña historia….
Friday 18 January 2013
once there was a little girl called lilly who always went to her nan’s beach house on the weekends.one weekend they went to the beach lilly was having so much fun that as she was running she tripped over a stone so she got up looked at the stone.it looked so beautiful it had nice light blue swirls on it and dark blue circles on it.lilly took it back to were her nan was sitting and showed it to her nan. her nan said it was a very luck stone and to keep it safe because it will bring luck.lilly called it her painted stone.and she kept it ever since.
the end
Sunday 20 January 2013
As I slowly walk along the beach I notice something glittering in the sun light. I looked into the sea and see people swimming. I decided to go and see what it was. When I got closer I saw it was a painted stone, it was a white, red, gold, orange, black, grey, a different shade of red, a different shade of white, brown, black, pink and silver stone. I didn’t know where it came from, nobody did. I took the stone home. When I was in my room I took it out of my sandy pocket and put it on my bed. Suddenly one of my toys went flying out of my room, down the stairs and in the kitchen right in front of my mum! She took it upstairs. When she looked in my room she saw the stone. I quickly realised I should have not picked up the stone or hid it. As I walked back along the beach a young boy came up to me and asked if he could have it. I warned him about the powers it had but he didn’t listen. Then I remembered one of my books had said a stone like it belonged to a wizard. I had to get the stone off of the boy and fast. I ran up to him grabbed the stone off him. I remembered how to get it to the wizard the book had said to: place it in the middle of the sea, make a wish it would get to him and say please, open your eyes and the stone will be gone. So I did what it said. When I opened my eyes the stone was gone. I was relived until I got home when I found out the toy that it had used its magic on was gone but I didn’t mind I knew it had gone with the stone and the wizard was happy.
Saturday 26 January 2013
A long long time agoe there lived a Da
Saturday 26 January 2013
one day there was a man named piccaso his art work bort the howl place to life he made a sculpture of a stick man and many more he was a very famous artist untill he died
Sunday 27 January 2013
my name is shezad i live in pakistan i am 8 yra old i have 2 and 1 sister
Sunday 3 February 2013
once opon an time tuten carmoon body whas getting rapet up 10000 years later it got discoverd!
Sunday 3 February 2013
in the stone sesen lots of bootfall stones wheere getting panted in botfall colers 100 years later they wher all descoverd
Tuesday 5 February 2013
I was waliking to shcool intill i saw the shchrang is thing… and you rite the reste
Saturday 9 February 2013
One glorious day I decided to go for a walk it was so peaceful until I stubbed my toe on a rock. I screamed with pain as my foot throbbed. The rock was unusually colourful I tried to pick it up but it was really heavy out the corner of my eye I saw something white shoot past I shouted “Who’s there!?” but no one answered. Suddenly a white rabbit jumped out of the bushes and slowly crept towards me then it grabbed the the colourful rock and hopped away so I followed. For miles it hopped but what was most curious was the fact he could pick it up and I couldn’t for a second I thought I must be dreaming but then the rabbit disappeared and I was all alone. I started hearing voices all around me like the wood was alive but I couldn’t see anyone the I heard some rustling in the bushes next to me I was to scared to look but I had to I could be the only way home so I walked toward it. Every step I took my heart pumped faster and faster then it all stopped all the noises were gone. Behind me I heard foot steps getting closer and closer… then I woke up it was my friends the started saying to me “We heard your screams so we thought you were in trouble” I looked around and saw the rock still on the floor I went to pick it up thinking it was still heavy but it wasn’t I had a good look at it and got up from the floor as I started walking I heard something following me I turned around it was the white rabbit then it hopped away even today I still think it wasn’t a dream after all or was it?
Saturday 9 February 2013
once upon a time there lived two girls and one boy they were very naughty and very selfish until there mother said”children you are to naughty to live with us”the children were surprised and said”mother please don’t send us anywhere”the children begged and begged but the mother said no it was there day to pack mother did’ int tell them were they were going until the day they opened the door then the boy said mother at least tell me were we are going mother replied”your going to militarily school” the children were surprised and after that day they never saw each other again the end
Tuesday 19 February 2013
It was a typical Ella-ish day, with a typical walk along the beach at the end of it. I was walking down the beach. I knew I should go inside soon, I could smell a storm and there were clouds gathering overhead. Suddenly, soundlessly, a bolt of lightning struck the shells on the ground in front of me. They melted, turning into a beautiful object, like the one pictured above. I picked it up. It was slightly warm, but not hot. On the gold side there was a hole with a loop coming out of it. A slight whispering sound came from it. I held it to my ear. It whispered something that sounded very much like “Ella, put the necklace on and get wet.” I did as it told me. Suddenly, there was a flash. I was at a coral reef! A mermaid swam up to me. She looked a lot like an older version of me, with her sunset hair and deep brown eyes. Her coral tail did not have to do much more than flick to propel her.
“Who are you?” I asked. “I’ve never seen a mermaid before.”
“Well, I’m your sister Coral. And you’re one too! Just look at yourself.”
I did so, and smiled. She was right! I was a mermaid.
“Well, you could join me underwater,” Coral said shyly. “You aren’t going to get very far with that tail.”
“Of course I’ll join you.”
And she took me down to the coral reef and we still live there, together, today.
THE END
Saturday 23 February 2013
Once upon a time fer wos a mann an hee pented a ston.
Thursday 28 February 2013
a slug got kill and ended up flat and he turned into a dead slug
Thursday 28 February 2013
one day a little girl found a painting
Thursday 28 February 2013
I walk lonely along the shell-scattered shore. The sun sets beyond the horizon and I wonder about the worlds out there. Maybe there’s a land where everyone walks on their heads? Maybe there’s a land where animals rule? My eyes guide back to the sand. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet, and look at the photo of me and my family. Starring into the stones and shells, I find a glimpse of color. It’s not a natural color. Stripes of pink, silver, red, green, blue, white and gold. I fall to my knees and dig into the sand to get to the intriguing item. A stone. It shimmers like gold dust and sparkles in the gamboge sunset, and I can’t help but hold it in my sweaty palms and stare at it’s beauty. I smile. For some reason, it reminds me of home. The comfort of the sofa, the warmth of my bed. I can feel it burning up, then freezing. Could it be magic? I rise to my feet and stumble with the stone to the edge of the water. I gently place the stone onto the wet sand as the tide strides in. Quiet. Suddenly, The stone starts to glow. Gently, I crouch down next to it and take it off the sand. It’s become so pure, so stunning, so unimaginably perfect. I run home and search on Google for stones that are magical. Nothing. But thinking to the past, I know what it is. In fact, I once owned it. I got it from the fortune teller at the carnival in Las Vegas. It’s coming again next week, so I think it’s time to book a holiday. How could I forget a thing like that? How? But I never have. It was pressed to the back of my mind because something so dark should never be forgotten.
Thursday 28 February 2013
I think everyone’s art is AWESOME!!!!!!!<3<3
Friday 1 March 2013
ONE DAY I WAS WALKING DOWN THE HALL AND FOUND A HOLE AND I WAS WOUNDERING WHAT WAS IN THERE.SO I GOT DOWN THERE AN LOOK IN IT WAS DARK. I PUSH THE BUTTEN THAT WAS ON THE SIDE . IT WAS A LIGHT AND AMZING IT HAD SO MANY PAINTNG IN IT. IT WAS MRS SITES SECRET PAINTING ROOM I GLAD SHE WAS NOT IN THERE ITRYED TO GET OUT AND I DID THEN I HERD HER COME SHE IS NICE BUT DID NOT THING SHE WOUNLD BE IF I WERE IN THERE AND FOUND OUT SO I HID UNDER HER DESK.
Friday 1 March 2013
This man is AMZING I love his work
Friday 1 March 2013
Stone is solid rock what do you do with it ? You paint it ! Try paint ing for yourself
Friday 1 March 2013
once apon a time a magical fairy came to a beach she decided that she should add some magic then she made a stone appear it was colorful like a rainbow it had every color of a rainbow. the first day out of seven days a girl walking on the beach saw something shine she went closer it was a red curved line then she tried to touch it all it did was glitter and sparkle in the air she left on the second day the red curved line was there but above it was a orange line by it’s side she left as it gleamed in the sky the third day a yellow line was floating with the other colors the fourth day a blue line was there sparkling in the sky the fifth day a green line was gleaming in the air the sixth day a indigo line was sparkling above her she came back the seventh day looking at the sky a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky violet finished the lines then the girl saw a fairy fly by the fairy waved she did too now every day the girl comes back to the beach to see the fairy the rainbow and the magic stone that made this all happen
the end
Saturday 2 March 2013
once someone saw a stone
Saturday 2 March 2013
liverpool story
Once upon a time me and a freind went to liverpool first we went to the museum by the albert dock. we went in and looked at all of the old fashoined things what was in liverpool also it was great then i went to the albert dock to look at the old house and my freind said about what happend in the olden days then we had some fish and chips from the shop and after we finished that we went to the sweet shop and went to the TATE GALLERY!! and i went on the website what we are on now then we went on the ferry it was beutifull. then we went home
the end
Saturday 2 March 2013
art or street art
there once was a man who had oil paints and a canvas he grabbed his oil paints and mixed the magical colourd paints and thrown the paints onto the canvas.And there it was,art.
122 years later there was a man with a black hoodie on with a mi backpack on as shoulders inside the mi backpack he had headphones(beats) and under the headphones there were montana spraycans wich had not even been open yet. he got the white spraycan and rufly sprayed the inside of the picture and filled it all in and then got the black and outlined it then done hit tag.
there it was street art.
there are two names for street art the first name is like I said in the story is called street art and the other name is called graffiti.
these days there are all diffrent artists and all diffrent types of art.
hope you all enjoyed this story.
THE END
Sunday 3 March 2013
One day there was a boy called James he was young and cheeky although he was very poor.One Saturday morning James was out in a murky village to make some money he thought he can take a long rest.James heard a voice it was like
TTHHHHHHHHHH TTHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Jack got scared.Jack found A cave he came inside the cave and found a ancient painted stone then he noticed the voice it was a magical painted stone Jack was late it was already night time. The painted stone woke up and said it is to dangerous here because every time kidnappers come to get children in the street so Jack went back home and lived happily and grew up and was rich.
THE END
Wednesday 6 March 2013
this is a random story that i made up ok here goes
one upon a time there was a young girl called kylie she loved her family but one day her nana moved away to porthcawl. her nan lived in a beach house villa kylie lived far away from her nana she still spoke to her nana and went to see her nana a few times. she was walking across the beach when suddenly she saw lots of multi-coulered stones she picked then up and ran to her nanas villa and when she got through the villa door she shouted “nana where are you i have a lovely set of gifts that i found one the beach for you” there was no reply she went in the living room and her nana had some how died. she was so sad
Wednesday 6 March 2013
Once there was a fat pig named Johnney he was the fattest pig EVER! He ate and ate untill he ate himself whole
The End…
Wednesday 6 March 2013
there was a girl named jenna and she was realy pretty.and she had realy good friends there names were….. kimmy (kimberly),alica,ashley!!!they all ruled the school and they were realy nice and one day they all move away and stillerd been friends and they went happly ever after
THE END
Thursday 7 March 2013
I keep shells baecuse some of them are very old and valibl to me.I think that i can shar some of these to my friends.lol.I now that i can bring some but not all but some of my shells to school to show my teacher.IM AM VERY MAD BEACUSE I JUST GOT MY SHELLS TOOKIN AWAY FROM ME.
Thursday 7 March 2013
Once opon a time the end.
Thursday 7 March 2013
this is bob jumps bob flies bob eats pies
Saturday 9 March 2013
as ellamae woke up a stone was on her chair.she slowly walked other to it and it started to paind it self
the end
Sunday 10 March 2013
one day a puppy saw a rock and they became friends\
Sunday 10 March 2013
one colourful morning a beautiful long shaped art was sitting on the ground just waiting for something to happen.then a little girl came running with some of her friends,tom,jack,Rosie and Stella. They were all playing it until…. .”ouch what did i just step on” said Rosie with attitude. Rosie looked down and saw a the artistic which was so beautiful. Rosie kept it put it in her bag because she is 12 then had a meeting with her friends then they all kept that artistic design hoping that one day they will become famous for that. And they did get famous anyway.
FROM KELLY
Monday 11 March 2013
looks cool
Tuesday 12 March 2013
this story is all a specil rock which i found in a box…
in the attack so i help my mum unpack the boxes when we moved house i look at all the stuff i could in front of me i could picures,albums, and after that i found a rock
which had on it red, brown, minty green, marroon, light-dark pink, black
the end
Tuesday 12 March 2013
“Mum! Mum!” Said 11 year old Georgia, with something in her hand.
“Darling, What is it?”
“Its a Painted stone with red and pink and see? Blue aswell, Its so beautiful” Georgia smiled while rubbing and admiring the stone “It was made by a man called Kurt Schwitters! i am going to paint a stone just likes his, But like a modern black and white theme!” Georgia ran to her room excitedly, Looking in her box full of pure white stones, she found a one just like it but, But it was a oddly looking cube” She spent hours and hours, Painting the stone in beautiful black and white, “Darling, Its dinner!” Mum peered round Georgia’s bedroom door “Mum, Look!” Georgia lifted the stone and showed Mum. She was impressed! 12 years later, Georgia was 22 and showed her stone to the world, “Who inspired you to paint such a wonderful oddly shaped stone?” asked a reorter, “My inspiration was Kurt Schwitters!”
Thursday 14 March 2013
it is so ordinary but cool at the same time
Friday 15 March 2013
I like
Friday 15 March 2013
i like your piture and how did you make it
Saturday 16 March 2013
It was one of those mornings when your whole hands,feet and head stopped working and a cold gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine . I stared curiously at the moving blur of colourless sea .
Sunday 17 March 2013
this story is about interesting stuff i am writing about this wonderfull pecse of art. this pecse of art is made from a germen artest called kurt schwichters. he liket using old stuff that cant be used any more like old coal rosck or even old clothes. well he made a painted stone as you can see he is very good at his hobbie.he got the idia from his prodgeckt to make a barn full of painted stones.
Monday 18 March 2013
one cold night in September 1948 a young girl aged 14 was digging a hole in her back garden where she wanted to plant a tree in memory off her mother who pasted away a few days ago. her father was meant to help her but he was to busy getting drunk, he has been getting drunk since charlies mother died. charlie is the little girls name. she carried on digging when suddenly her shovel hit something hard. charlie tried pulling the thing out thinking it is just a big ordinary rock but when she pulled it out i had loads of different colors on it. charlie was very fascinated by her findings that she decided to keep it. After planting her tree she sat next to it looking at her newly found object thinking what it could possibly be. she then took it inside gave it a wash and went to bed. the next morning she woke up finding her dad still asleep so she just got ready and went to school and she took her new rock with her that day she realize what ever she was asking for it was happening she wondered if she found a magic rock. she said to her self ‘ the only way to find out if it is magic is if i wish my dad isn’t drunk when i get home and he has a smile on his face so she wished it’ when she went home her dad was in such a good mood and he wasn’t even drunk wait for part 2 to hear more of charlie and her newly found magic rock