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Welcome to the Panther Prints Art & Music page, managed by me, Zidane!

Featured Artists

This month, Mr. DiPierro has given us featured artists for seventh grade. Here is why he picked said artists.
Mr. D: We need a featured artist for each grade. We need someone who is creative and artistic and original. Take chances and explore and try new things. Not someone who's tries to copy thing perfectly. Allow yourself to make mistakes which is what creativity. Right is not trying to make everything perfect.
They stand out
The featured artists for this month are:


Yima Wang
Hailey Groff
Fiona McDermott


Thanks for being great artsis!

✍️️✍️️✍️️✍️️


As well as art, this page covers music. I interviewed some people and asked them what they think about music this year at MVMS.


Ian Macintosh (Chorus): In chorus, we sing songs; our newest one is a Jewish. I am a tenner; a tenner is one of the low voices.

Owen Ching (Chamber Orchestra): I’m a violinist; one of the things i'm doing is playing multiple 

songs about a variety of things, which we will perform at Elementary schools in the Mill Valley school district.

Billy Kuhns (World Music Ensemble): In World music Ensemble, we play drums and combine with the chorus for vocals. I play the drums as my part.

Some art:
















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