Fossedene and Bannockburn Primary Schools in Greenwich, London took inspiration from An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump by Joseph Wright 'of Derby'.
See a slideshow of the pupils' art work and listen to them reading letters they wrote – all inspired by the painting.
A Year 5/6 pupil from Bannockburn Primary School reads from a letter inspired by 'An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump'
Bannockburn Primary School pupil:
May 15, 1785
Dear cousin Mary,
I am writing to tell you about our new pet. It is a cockatoo. I heard that it may bite, so I'm a little bit unsure about it. I was thinking about keeping it in my room, but my little sister wants to keep it in hers.
Let me tell you about its features. It has got yellow feathers on the top of its head, which are called a crest. What sort of foods do you think I should feed it?
Uncle offered us the cockatoo. We thought it was delightful, however, mother and father thought it was too much for us.
I would like to ask how you are. I would also like to ask about training the cockatoo. Our servants think that we have far too many animals.
Also, there is one thing I need to tell you – it's that when the cockatoo comes, you are not allowed to touch it! Because it is mine, and when it comes, it may be harmful! Father says that we have to keep it in a cage. The cage needs to be big, as I heard from Uncle.
From cousin Holly
P.S. I may call it Ruby.
A Year 5/6 pupil from Bannockburn Primary School reads a piece of original writing inspired by 'An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump'
Bannockburn Primary School pupil:
This afternoon father invited one of the most important scientists in the country over to do an experiment on Sam, our cockatoo. Me and my sister, Ursula, begged father not to do it but no one listened.
When the evening came round, we all surrounded the dining table to wait for the scientist to arrive. Finally he came. He swept through the room all the way over to the table, where we were gathered.
He stood between cousin Mary (who was chatting away happily to Edward from next door) and father. He then explained he was going to place Sam into the glass vessel and pump air out of it. And then, at the last minute, he said he would release the valve (which held back the air from the glass vessel) and all the air would rush back in. If lucky, Sam would survive.
I looked around the table. My eyes were filling with tears, little William seemed very fascinated by what was happening to our cockatoo. Professor Knight, father of Edward, also seemed interested in what was happening to our cockatoo. I looked down at my younger sister, Ursula, who tried not to cry but her eyes were slightly red.
I then turned to look at uncle Alex, who was silently praying for our cockatoo. He had his head bent and his eyes closed. Father tried to comfort me, beginning to regret he had invited the scientist over.
Finally, experiment 41 began. First Sam was placed in the vessel, then the air was pumped out by Professor Knight. After all the air was pumped out, we waited. Then, exactly at the last minute, the professor released the valve and all the air rushed back in and Sam survived, which was really fantastic.
Cousin Mary and Edward actually hugged each other, while everyone was put out of their misery. Then, at last I finally noticed a monkey’s skull on the table. It disgusted me and I shivered at the thought of the poor dead monkey. I asked the scientist why did he want to use our cockatoo and he explained that cockatoos are very rare and he could use a common bird any old day, but using the cockatoo was unusual and exciting.
A year 5/6 pupil from Fossedene Primary School reads a piece of original writing, inspired by 'An Experiment on a Bird in the Air Pump'
Fossedene Primary School pupil:
Monday 29 June, 1768.
My dearest Elizabeth,
My dearest friend, so much has happened since I last wrote to you informing you of my darling cockatoo. Unfortunately, this letter brings not happy news but news that is very difficult for me to write down.
Sadly, my wonderful Grace is not with me any longer. But, let me explain from the beginning what really happened that fateful evening.
It was a cold and dark May night. The clouds were hovering like demons in the sky. The wind was whistling through the iron gates at the front of the house. Screaming foxes could be heard howling long into the night.
I sensed something was not quite right and ventured into the drawing room. I turned the smooth, golden handle and was greeted by nine faces staring intently at my darling pet, Grace. There was a man wearing a ruby red gown tied loosely at the waist. He had wild, silvery, bushy, long hair which was sticking out of his wrinkly head. He stared deep into my eyes like he was daring me to step forward.
My two sisters were there, but they seemed transfixed by the scientist pumping vigorously to remove the air from the bell jar which contained my dear Grace. She was lifeless, dead. I fell to the floor, unable to stop the tears escaping. I sobbed uncontrollably.
How could my parents do this to me? I hate them for taking away what was most precious to me: Grace. Sadly, you will never get to meet her.
My dearest friend, I must go now. I will write again soon.