Prosiectau

Academi’r Tonnau

 o Canllaw Online i greu nofel graffig ddigidol. Fe’i dangoswyd fel rhan o’r Arddangosfa Surf Cult ym Mhafiliwn Mawr Porth-cawl o 13-23 Medi 2008.

Partneriaeth oedd y prosiect rhwng yr Academi, Datblygu’r Celfyddydau Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr, Canllaw Online, Achubwyr Rest Bay, Llyfrgelloedd Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr a Harris Printers.

Cafodd Achubwyr Rest Bay eu hannog gan Tom Anderson i ysgrifennu detholiad o gerddi, storïau newyddion a straeon byrion ynglŷn â syrffio a’u profiadau yn achub bywydau. Buont yn cydweithio â’r arlunydd Dom Williams o Malarky Arts i greu cyfres o ddelweddau i ddarlunio eu gwaith.

Cafodd y rhain eu defnyddio wedyn i gyfansoddi nofel graffig ddigidol, a ddyluniwyd gan Andre Van Wyk, Swyddog Datblygu’r Celfyddydau, Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr. Mewn gweithdy arall, buwyd yn recordio’r storïau gyda Chris Morgan o Canllaw Online ac yn y pen draw cynhyrchwyd nofel graffig ddigidol sain a fu’n rhan bwysig o’r ail Arddangosfa Surf Cult ym Mhafiliwn Mawr Porth-cawl. Noddodd yr argraffwyr o Borth-cawl, Harris Printers gynhyrchu 200 o gopïau o’r CD a fersiwn o’r nofel graffig ar ffurf llyfryn bychan a roddwyd i bawb a oedd â diddordeb yn ystod Arddangosfa Surf Cult.

Fel rhan o’r Arddangosfa, bu dros 1500 o bobl hefyd yn ymlacio yng nghornel ddarllen gysurus yr Academi, a oedd yn cynnwys detholiad o gylchgronau a llyfrau am syrffio a ddarparwyd gan Lyfrgelloedd Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr. Yn y gornel ddarllen roedd hefyd lyfrau lloffion yn rhoi manylion am y gwaith a gynhyrchwyd gan Achubwyr Rest Bay ar gyfer Prosiect Academi’r Tonnau a detholiad o Ddyddiaduron Syrffio.

Dyma rai o sylwadau’r ymwelwyr:

‘Trawiadol ac amrywiol iawn – cymysgedd da a phleserus iawn.’

‘Wedi’i roi at ei gilydd yn dda. Llawer o feddwl a dychymyg. Da iawn.’

‘Cyflwyno rhagorol. Ffotograffau ac arddangosiadau gwych – 10/10 am gyflwyniad. Dewch eto os gwelwch yn dda.’ Maer y Dref

Meddai Peter Finch: ‘Mae hwn yn brosiect newydd cyffrous, sy’n dangos sut y gall ysgrifennu fod yn rhan o iaith y byd go iawn’.

Meddai Andre Van Wyk: ‘Roedd prosiect Academi’r Tonnau yn ychwanegiad gwych at Surf Cult ’08 gan ei fod yn ennyn diddordeb pobl ifanc mewn ffordd ystyrlon a chreadigol. Roedd y canlyniad yn wych ac rwy’n credu ei bod yn enghraifft arbennig o wneud y celfyddydau’n berthnasol i fywydau pobl ifanc.’

Dywedodd Tom Anderson: ‘Mae’r ffaith i’r Academi ofyn imi helpu i greu nofel graffig yn seiliedig ar ddiwylliant syrffio’n dangos gymaint y mae pethau wedi newid ers y dyddiau pan oedd bod yn syrffiwr yn golygu eich bod yn esgymun. Rwy’n credu bod y cefnfor yn un o’r pynciau mwyaf cyffrous y gallai unrhyw lenor neu artist droi atynt, ac mae annog pobl ifanc Cymru i dyfu i fyny’n llawn cariad at y môr yn rhywbeth y bydda i wastad yn awyddus i gyfrannu ato.

Roedd y storïau a’r cerddi a gawson ni ganddynt yn anhygoel, a’r canlyniad yn hollol ryfeddol. Rwyf wedi bod yn eistedd yn fy nghartref nawr yn meddwl am gymeriadau ar gyfer nofel graffig – mae’r syniad wedi cydio’n dynn ynof.’

Ysgrifennu Creadigol Surf Cult

Frank the Great
By JESS WATERMAN

The bright-red alarm danced across the bed. It was 8am of the last school day that week – about time Frank got ready for school.

By the time Frank was on his way, his face was as red as his alarm clock. The reason was that Frank wore his wetsuit at all times – school, bed, in the bath, out at parties, on the bus – even to his grandparents’ house for Sunday lunch.

This way, any time the surf came up he could be in there in a flash. You see, nobody knew about his passion – it was a total secret. Like Superman or Spiderman, he could just tear off his shirt and tie, and transform into his surfy alter-ego.

Everybody thought he was a nerd. He had big round glasses with a chequered suit and brown school trousers that were held up to his chest by a cheap leather belt. The trousers were always tucked into a pair of white socks that had had his name embroidered into them: ‘Frank Simons.’

But, unknown to the rest of the world, Frank Simons was the best surfer ever to set foot in the earth’s oceans.

There were ten surfers at school who all the girls loved and wanted to be around. On the hottest day of the year everyone turned up for morning registration in shorts, skirts or bikinis (except Frank of course, who was still in full uniform to hide his wetsuit).

However, as the day went on, Frank’s face got redder and redder. In the end he could take no more, and he ripped off his uniform. To the amazement of his fellow pupils Frank was now standing in the middle of a Science experiment in his pure white, short-sleeve wetsuit.

He ran for the door – but the ten coolest surfers got there before him, and wouldn’t let him out – until he’d faced up to them in a massive surf competition.

The next day the red alarm clock woke him as usual at 8am. He jumped out of bed, and ran to his garage to get his surfboard. He ran to the beach, where the ten best surfers were waiting, also in their wetsuits and with boards under-arm.

They ran to the sea and a huge wave suddenly appeared on the horizon. It was the biggest wave any of them had ever seen. It turned out to be a tsunami. Nobody could believe it – especially when Frank caught it! The biggest wave that had ever broken on the planet.

It was all over the news. He became the coolest guy in the school. And the girls no longer wanted to know the other ten surfers – whose abilities were nothing compared to Frank – the greatest surfer of all time. A boy who still wears his wetsuit, day and night, so that when the waves come calling, Frank is ready and waiting…

Surf’s Up
By MOLLY THACKERAY

The surf’s up high,
Where’s my board?
The sky is blue,
Oh, my Lord!

The tide is in,
My wetsuit on.
Must race to the beach,
and join the throng!

Everyone’s there,
The excitement is high.
Waves crash to the shore,
Spray rises to the sky.

Must catch a wave
And try not to fall.
No time for errors –
Must keep standing tall.

Success at last!
Had the wave of the day,
And went home happy.
Hip, hip, hooray!

Lifeguard
By JESS SADD

Nippers play in the sea and sand.
I sometimes see that dogs are banned.
People play and mess about,
But lifeguards still keep a keen lookout.
Come and join in with me –
You will have fun, you’ll see…

Surfing
Hannah Gibbons

I wake up each morning
with surfing on my mind
I rush down to the beach
Ready to catch the tide
I paddle out with my board
all waxed up
Ready for the waves to blow my mind.

The surf is big and white against the golden sand
Crashing on rocks with spray on the land,
Top turns, bottom turns carving my name on the waves
Front side, back side doing my style,
The buzz is captured and memory saved.

Rest Bay Rap
Hannah Gibbons
As I stand on my board
Looking cool and chic
I’m ready for the wave of the day
To blow my mind away
Listen to what I say
Hey, this will be a good day.

Ch.
Rest Bay Guards are cool and sweet
Ready for action always on their feet
Tooled up guys walking the beach
Ready for action on their feet.

Coz I need help
I know where to go,
The lessons are wasted
School is too slow
The Bay is the place
For action and style
As I strut on my board
With mile long smile.

CH.
Rest Bay Guards are cool and sweet
Ready for action always on their feet
Tooled up guys walking the beach
Ready for action on their feet.

With sun in my hair
I have to play fair
Goofy feet ,bottom turn
Front turn
Back turn
Front flip
Three sixty
They all look nifty
And so shifty

Ch
Rest bay you are so beautiful
Cool and sweet
Tooled up guys on their feet
Ready for action

I take a look at my life
Even my mum says I’m crazy
On my board looking wavy
And loud and so tall
I my fall
On the sand
Landing on my hand
Hey, watch my smile
It will last just a while
Or as long as a mile
I can see the Bay
And Hey,
This is where I want to stay
In the surf or the pudding
Movin’ an snakin’
Rollin’ an makin’
Hey,  is this my day?

Ch.
Rest Bay Guards are cool and sweet
Ready for action always on their feet
Tooled up guys walking the beach
Ready for action on their feet.

Rest Bay rox
With their red an’ yellow sox
I see the blocks
Or the frocks
Looking at clocks
Makin’up mocks
Of the boards in my head
When I’m ready for bed
All I see is the white
Stuff
Spraying and flaying an’
Swirling an’ gleamin an’
Sparking an’ frothing
Deep into the night.

Hey, this is the day
After day,
after day
Listen to what I say.
What I say.

Restbay Lifeguards
Joanne Morgan

The sun is out
The day is bright
All wetsuits are on
The sea is in sight

Sprinting towards it
Gasping for air
Strides getting shorter
Our feet remain bare

The water is icy
The waves are rough
It’s hard to breathe
But us lifeguards are tough

We battle the waves
Dive below to the sand
Passing waist depths
Now finding it hard to stand

Arms reaching out
Legs kicking like mad
Body’s are tiring
Aching real bad

The shore’s in the distance
Open water all around
But we cannot give up
Till the patient id found

We never give up
Never no way
We’re simply the best
And we are RESTBAY!

My First Surf
by Owen Leary

The day had finally arrived! My Dad had promised to take me surfing. It was a cold, dreary winter day, but I was so excited it felt like Christmas Day. As I was walking down to the beach I could see the sea getting closer and closer. I started to hear the waves like they were the roars of lions. The waves looked as big as houses. The closer I got the more excited I got – it felt like my head was going to explode. Within a matter of five minutes I was in the sea.

I was so cold my head felt like an ice cream and my feet like ice blocks. Then the moment came… I could see the perfect wave coming. I closed my eyes and heard my Dad cheering. I had caught the wave. I felt like I was on top of the world. When I got in to bed I prayed for surf tomorrow. I fell asleep sore, tired and aching but with a smile from ear to ear.

Surfer Girl
by Jessica Sutton

There was a little surfer girl,
She was small and very bright.
Her name was Roxy and surfing was her life.

She spent her summer holidays on the beaches of Porthcawl,
Hitting waves however big or small.

She worked long and hard to learn to surf as
she longed to be a lifeguard,
Spending her days on the golden sands and watching
The shimmering sea.

I loved the way she surfed the waves on a hot Summers night,
Her bright pink board standing out loud and bright.
She was easy to see as she surfed with glee,
Waiting for the waves to turn and break.

A brilliant Lifeguard she will make!

Killer Shark Attacks Surfer
by Zak Thackery

There has been a shark spotted at Rest Bay, Porthcawl by local fishermen. The shark, a great white, was spotted flowing through the water on New Year’s Day.
The local surf competition had to be cancelled, because a surfer was knocked off his board and bitten as he swam. His board was demolished by the shark. The local fishermen were out looking for the great white with stun-guns to stun the shark.
The shark is looking for food as it is a fierce predator. Rest Bay Lifeguards have closed the beach while local fishermen are taking their boats from the harbour and hunting the shark. The shark hasn’t been seen for days but last night a local fisherman was killed by the shark after he was knocked out of his boat and eaten alive.
The shark is still out there… somewhere, and must be caught before he eats someone else. A reward has been offered by the local mayor. If seen please contact your local shark watching team on 0800 111555.