Rend Lake College Arts Publication
LAKE Issue No. 02 Winter 2013
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Lake To celebrate art in all its forms Fiction Peggy Davis
Graphic Design Jennifer Tarantino Linsin
Nonfiction Rebecca Biggs
Photography Dayna Hartley
Poetry Peggy Davis
Fine Art Billie Brannan
Food Joe Ervin
Film Rob Little
Student Editor Reis Barnfield
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FICTION & NONFICTION
GRAPHIC DESIGN
POETRY
Within these pages, we hope you, the reader, will discover something that shocks, excites, FINE ART
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amazes, surprises, motivates, delights, inspires, or thrills you. Whatever emotions you feel while reading the latest issue of Rend Lake College’s Arts Publication Lake, whether you
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love it or hate it, you’re feeling, and isn’t that the point? So, here’s our question: what are you waiting for?
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A Message from the Student Editor‌
Welcome to the third edition of the Rend Lake College Arts Publication Lake. Artwork in many forms of media will be found within this publication. These works are gathered by me and the editorial staff listed on page two and are put creatively into place by RLC Graphic Design Students under the direction of Jennifer Tarantino-Linsin. Artists featured in this journal include RLC Students (both traditional and non-traditional), RLC Faculty and Staff, some of whom are retired, and members of the local communities which RLC serves. Lake is one of the best ways to promote our very talented artists. We hope that artists featured in Lake use this as a way to promote themselves and their hard work.
My editorial experience begins with a similar publication produced during my junior and senior years of high school. I, along with fellow staff members, produced Volumes 35 and 36 of JAVA, a Mount Vernon Township High School, Vernois Publications Group literarymagazine. Along with that, I was recruited to be a staff member of
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the Vernois Yearbook the second semester of my junior year. One might say I caught on quickly, as I co-edited the Vernois the following school year. These experiences came up in conversation between Lake Editor Peggy Davis and me, just after the release of Lake’s First Edition. After much discussion, the editors asked me to join them in creating the Second and Third editions.
I am more than happy to be a part of Lake. However, the production goes beyond the named editors and me. The color scheme and template were created by RLC sophomore Sara Barnett. Printing was carried out by Director of Marketing and Publication Chad Copple, along with Assistant Director Nathan Wheeler. The judging process was conducted by several individuals. None of this would have been possible without these very important and creative people. We thank them and our readers for making Lake a success.
Reis Barnfield Lake Student Editor
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Request i do not wish to die among the cannibals, avaricious animals, devouring me to lick my bones and their fingers clean. leave me not to perish among the vegetarian, peculiar fruitarians placing fragrant bouquets on my chest to later, pick out the most tender petals for dinner. instead, i plead to succumb, within your arms my right of passage to paradise. and when angels come their wings and my heart will beat one last song as i fall to heaven through your eyes.
Therese Melena
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As soon as I seen this dead, rotting, dear carcus I had to pull over and take a picture of it! It’s not very often you see people taking pictures of dead things, but that’s what I love about it! I really like how all of the negative colors made this peice stand out. It’s so abstract that you truely can’t figure out what it is at first but after you study it, it’s obvious. I love taking photographs of ‘not so attractive’ things and making them look beautiful!
Ronnie Threewitt
Untitled (Carcass) Ronnie Threewitt Black & White Digital Photography
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Untitled (Robot Slave) Hannah Brannan Ink & Watercolor
T-Shirt Design Alexandria Burns Graphic Design
Proof of Your Love LaDonna Wilkin Lyric Poster Graphic Design
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Untitled (A Pile of Rob’s Action Figures) Dayna Hartley Oil Paint
After Homecoming Hannah Brannan Ink & Watercolor
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Urban MacKenzie Korris Digital Photography
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Mermaid Hannah Brannan Mezzotint & Drypoint Print
I’ve always been interested in photography from a young age. It all started when I captured a picture of a house while in a moving car and I went back and returned until I captured the house perfectly in frame, perfectly in focus, perfect lighting. It all seemed so natural to me, so purposeful. I love taking pictures of things and objects rather than people, and I love the geometric aspect of it as well. These pictures are inspired by my passions, what drives me and interests me. My turntable is one of my favorite objects, the way it spins and produces such sounds is simply fascinating to me. I love the abandoned aspect of the school bus; the nostalgia, the life lost in itself. The Urban photograph was captured in North St. Louis, I loved the subtlety of the couple walking across an otherwise lonely and unthriving street. MacKenzie Korris
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Where I Live I live in a small Mid-Western town at the crossroads of two major interstates, I-57 going north/south, and I-64 leading east/west. I often wonder what this town would be like if the Eisenhower administration had not championed all those asphalt rivers of human movement. Everywhere I go I meet people who’ve been through here, spending the night or grabbing a meal en route to somewhere else, somewhere more glamorous. Living at a crossroads affects people’s lives in some unexpected ways. The local college teaches truck driving courses where men and women learn to pilot the eighteen-wheelers that flood our exit ramps. Many local artists and writers have driven these beasts of commerce to support themselves while practicing their creative crafts. I think this town must be home to some of the most gentle-natured and well educated truckers in the business. Sitting on two interstates, we have virtually every chain restaurant known to humankind. Only the locals know the real culinary gems like the 9th Street Grille and the Frosty Mug since they are tucked far away from the more recognizable names. Sometimes you see the more adventurous travelers at these less-known restaurants, though. They are the twenty-somethings who eschew the franchises and search out local favorites on their smart-phones, or couples in their fifties who believe life is too short to settle for ordinary food. I sometimes feel like I should congratulate them for seeing beyond the interstate, but we Midwesterners can never be quite that bold. Autumn is my favorite season for the interstates. Just as the monarch butterflies are heading south and geese are beginning to honk overhead, you can see a human migration at the highway. Well-organized Hispanic families in their clean American-made trucks are heading out after a season of picking apples and peaches. Homeless men are hitchhiking through in search of a warmer place to spend the winter, and groups of colorfully clad youth are “spare changing” on their way to the Rainbow Gathering. So, long after the thistle and black-eyed-Susans have ceased to grace the roadside, these travelers bring a splash of beauty all their own. At dusk the restaurant and hotel signs form a neon bouquet of color that floats high above the interstate signpost directing travelers on their way. Sometimes when I drive under these signs and past the nearby lakes and woodlands, I wonder if the city folks who come here to fish, golf, or just pass through are envious of peaceful place I get to live full time. I like to think they are.
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Veiled Woman Jacob Dial Black & White Photography
Untitled (Chair) Ronnie Threewitt Black & White Digital Photography
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When I take photographs I like to set up my own scenes. I chose to do this scence because it’s not something you see every day, it’s ‘funky’ and diffrent. It is kind of an abstract image. Anybody can stand and take pictures of nature wich is why i like to be diffrent with what I take and put my own unique style into them. Ronnie Threewitt
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The Elderbus Little old men with hurry-up steps, women obsessed with their pills and their pets, others attired for a formal affair powder their noses and dab at their hair; sour-faced duffers clad in defeat turn suddenly gallant and offer their seats – clutching like grievances four shopping bags, begging indulgence for their bad foot, (which drags). Fretful of finance, chatty or numb – worried about the Kingdom to come; invoking the aid of the Church and its saints: all of them ready to burst with complaints. Kyle Ingram Grace in Violence Nicholas Jennings Watercolor Pen and Ink
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The piece Grace in Violence was completed fairly quickly from concept to completion. I had a strong mental image of I what I wanted the woman to look like and although it didn’t come out quite as planned I am satisfied with the result. There is a lot of conflicting imagery that really leaves the subject ambiguous and It’s mostly open to interpretation. This painting was more or less inspired by the song ‘New Eden” by Animals as Leaders. Nicholas Jennings
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Fur Elise The hardest thing wasn’t dealing with the pain -- it was
there, but their home had vanished in one night and it
threading the needle.
was some time before Elise found proper shelter once more.
As the house around her groaned in silence, as the dust settled on more dust, as the dead flowers crackled
She had run out of room on her canvas. Now where
and shifted slightly as they withered even more, and
had she put those scissors…?
as the sound of happy, far-away children drifted in through the walls, Elise began to sew.
Of course, she thought with a smile as she stood, limbs stiff and joints creaking. Junior had them.
She was a natural at it; she had even made her own clothing since she was a small girl, which had made
Stepping gingerly over the bones of the puppy and the
life a little easier on her and her mother, as money was
dusty dog toys, she smiled down into her son’s crib.
always very tight and hard to find. It all changed when she married, of course, but she still enjoyed sewing.
A tiny yellow corpse lay next to a rusty pair of scissors, content in being watched over by his silent, dead
She sewed her joys and her sorrows on her canvas,
canine guardian.
day in and day out. Fresh young flowers bloomed in many colors around a young couple emerging from a
As she walked back to her rocking chair, Elise took a
quaint, celebrating chapel. A young woman sat holding
moment to look over her work.
a bundle underneath the proud gaze of the young man as a puppy frolicked amidst the field, a bundle of flow-
Her dark eyes gazed back at her hollowly from the mir-
ers at the woman’s feet.
ror. She gazed at her once healthy body, now almost translucent in quality, and her once beautiful hair was
After this scene, the images grew closer together, and
now lank and greasy.
seemed to have happened in succession more rapidly than the other events.
All the better to make her art stand out, she thought as she gazed at her naked form.
A strange, faceless woman entered and exited on the canvas. The young man was seen walking alone down
Everything was as it should be. Her memories, and her
a deserted street, his coat threadbare and wearing
loves, were all there, all sewn into her skin.
mittens with holes in them. The next picture, in gruesome detail, showed the man’s grotesque expression
She would never lose them again. She would always
as he hung from a belt from the ceiling. The woman,
carry them with her, even when she died one day-
waxen and thin now, mourned over his flower-strewn
they were gone, yes, but she would always carry the
coffin, the puppy beside her and the wrapped bundle
memory of them with her.
in her arms. Flames danced around a cottage, and the silhouette of the woman, the bundle, and the dog, could
As it should be. Always.
be seen running from the flames…no one had died
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Untitled (Tree) Danielle Stroud Photography
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I loved art all my life and i was always drawn to nature. I didnt really start photography till a family trip to the ocean. I feel in love with it. All my friends and family have always been supportive of me and my passion. Running late for school one morning I go out to my car and see the beautiful fog. I have to stop its an amazing view with the leaves and the neighbors fence leading in to the mistery of the fog. To say the least i got the photo but was late for class.
Danielle Stroud
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‘Fur Elise’ was written in response to my bout with depression the summer previous to writing this. It is, quite simply, the creepiest story I have written to date.
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Contemplation on a Rainy Day Sherrie Weinhoffer Watercolor Painting
Alive
by Alex Burns
Bewildered
by Jayden Harmse
Chipper
by Cassie Rowe
Courage
by Ryan Shriver
Excited
by LaDonna WIlkin
Melancholy
by Kacie Daugherty
Overwhelmed by Sara Bennett
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Perplexed
by Danny Robinson
an expression of design
Cooper-Hewitt, National Design Museum 2 East 91st Street New York City
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TypEmotion Poster Perplexed Danny Robinson Poster Design
Art is my escape, my passion, my connection to the rest of the world. Portraits are a predominant part of my work. My goal is to capture an emotion, or an inner and sometimes underlying feeling. I want my audience to not just see a portrait but to connect with the subject in a meaningful way. This particular piece evolved from a moment on a rainy day when I saw my 6 year old daughter setting in deep contemplation, as if she had the weight of the world on her tiny shoulders. Sherrie Weinhoffer
Ad Design Sara Barnett Graphic Design
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Mosaic Amanda Gardner Glass Mosaic
Crawl Cee Jay Printmaking/ Monoprint
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Hospitality My name is Cee Jay and I am currently a fine art student at Rend Lake Collage. I use many different media in my work, but I focus on Printmaking and Sculpture. I create art as a way to visually express and explore my ideas about the world, but more often myself. The central themes of the art I make are insecurities, fear, growth, and the feeling of being at a stage in life were you are asked to behave as an adult, expected to behave like an adolescent, and treated like a child. My art helps me to sort out my feelings about life and is extremely personal to me, but my goal for the viewer of my pieces is that they will then think about their life and their ideas, because very few often do. Cee Jay
In an antique candy dish of hobnail glaze, a pastel buttermint slowly decays: its edges have darkened – developed a crust – and pale worms graze on its lavender dust. Kyle Ingram
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Cold Call Nicholas Jennings Watercolor Pen and Ink
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The name Cold Call is a reference to an album of the same name by the band OSI. This piece was heavily inspired by Plante of the Apes, Sunshine, and other sci-fi movies that take place in deep space, as well as the music of OSI and Chroma Key. All in all this painting was completed fairly quickly, taking in to consideration the amount of hours invested. This was the first watercolor piece I have done in roughly 4 years. Both Grace in Violence and this piece are what I would consider sketches. Nicholas Jennings
Of Self Cee Jay Printmaking/ Monoprint
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Geek Girl Goes to Homecoming Hannah Brannan Ink & Watercolor
Someday Hannah Storment Film Photography
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I have always loved photography. Being able to capture a moment in time is an incredible concept to me. In a single flash you can freeze time to create a beautiful piece of art. It’s more than an interest for me, it’s a passion I will hold on to forever. I was honored to be the Editor-In-Chief of the yearbook at Mt. Vernon Township High School my Senior year where my love for photography really took flight. It continues to swore today in my film photography class at Rend Lake College. Hannah Storment
NJCAA Logo Sara Barnett Graphic Design
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TypEmotion Poster Melancholy Kacie Daugherty Graphic Design
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Tuesday Alan Alda once said, “You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of intuition. What you find will be wonderful. What you find will be yourself.” He was partially right but where he was wrong, he was really wrong. I think I did a bad thing. I found myself. It began over five months ago, at work. I work as a cashier in a small clothing shop that was established before, and has outlasted, several larger chains, primarily due to tight purse strings and a nearly non-existent employee perks package. Sometimes I have to make do with meals of cheesy mac, but food is food. And I usually have enough to splurge on payday so I can pick up a couple books or movies to keep myself entertained. I like the simplicity of it all. It’s not the career I envisioned for myself but it is a steady paycheck. In a fateful twist, our clientele mirrors our pay; there never seems to be many customers but they keep trickling in day after day. This can cause the days to pass pretty slowly. It was on such a day that I first heard it, at least on a conscious level. Most employees rarely pay attention to in-store music. It plays endlessly and becomes an almost imperceptible white noise. Unless, of course, it’s a song we hate, at which point it is immediately heard and hated. But on this day, as I stood waiting, folding a slowly decreasing pile of shirts, my mind began to wander and I found the music pouring from the overhead speaker to be somewhat pleasant. I didn’t pay much attention to it at first. It was a simple little bluesy number, maybe a bit of electronica worked in, but tastefully. Mostly the song seemed to focus on a singular driving beat and the throaty voice of whomever was singing. It was a nice piece, catchy and unthreatening. So I did what we all do with songs on the radio, listened for a bit and moved on. That night was a Friday; after work I went home and put a turkey meal in the microwave and began to read my latest book. During the slow bits, I found myself humming. Slowly it occurred to me that I was humming the song from work. My thoughts were interrupted by the beeping of the microwave and I set my book aside in favor of food. Some days later, I caught it playing again and decided that the artist had a cool sound I could appreciate and that possibly I’d like to hear more than just one of her songs. I took a quick break, retreated to the break room, and tried to listen, picking out relatable words and such. It was rough going, being an older store we have to make do with what we have and what we have are old brown speakers consisting of wood and string. If you have ever seen a cartoon school, we have the speakers that the principle makes announcements on.
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But I did catch a little: Tuesday seemed to be an
might have her finger on the pulse of popular music, or at
important day in this song, and there were a few
least more so than I. Next time the song came on I pointed
passages about unrequited love. There was also
it out to her, helpfully gesturing to the ceiling as if she had
a side story running about a river.
little idea what sound was. She shrugged and said she had never noticed it before, “but it sounds nice.”
When I got home, I immediately got onto the computer and began searching the Internet for
She said she would check around, and she did, but her
clues. But between the vague quality of the song
search was futile. She wasn’t into that kind of music and
and my memory I could find nothing on the song.
no one she knew could place the song. This continued for
I typed in “Tuesday” and got results, and “songs
a few weeks, the song would come on and I’d try to gain
about rivers” and got results, and “unrequited
some more lyrics, listening intently as opposed to doing
love” and got results; I had hundreds of results
actual work. I would continue to bring it up with other
and not one of them were related to the song in
employees. I wondered if they thought me strange. Some
any fashion. I gave up and began trolling Face-
of them invited me to parties, because “If you like music…”
book. I rarely commented but it was somewhat
I even went to a few, met new people, and pestered them
calming to see what my friends were up to. “The
about the song.
group” never hung out anymore. College divided some of us and even the ones who shared
I made a couple new friends and got some music recom-
my class load moved off when we graduated.
mendations. My meals-for-one sat uneaten in the freezer,
People had kids, or they partied, or wanted to set
my books unread, my imported Korean horror films sat un-
me up. I didn’t have the energy for it; I preferred
watched. I found lots of great music but I could not locate
to stay home.
the song. I joined several online music communities, educating myself in genres and making new contacts. I even
The next day I went back to work and proceeded
had a second Facebook ID, just to manage my newfound
with my life as it had always been. Putting
music world. And some nights I would type “Tuesday” into
security tags on jeans, dusting, and organizing
a search box and just keep looking.
clothes by color filled my days. And then the song came on again. It was haunting, the very
A beacon of light finally came from one of my new friends
beat driving down into my soul forced on by that
who had come by the store to drop off a few CDs. Her
wonderful voice. I could really feel the artist’s
name was Jamie and to our mutual surprise, the song be-
heartbreak, deeper emotions than I had ever
gan to play while she was there. I quickly pointed it out to
felt. I decided to ask for help. I never spent much
her but she still didn’t recognize it, but she helpfully told me
time socializing at work. A “good morning” here
about a phone app that could listen to and identify music.
and the occasional non-committal grunt during
Neither of our phones could run it, so she suggested a
stories about families was the most I could mus-
road trip into the city to find a proper phone store. It was
ter. But I had listened enough to know at least
near the end of my contract at that point, so it really wasn’t
one co-worker often spent evenings at various
much of a jump to upgrade to a better phone. One that
bars, less drinking and more karaoke. She even
coincidently was capable of downloading such an app.
knew a couple of local singers, so I assumed she
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Two weeks passed and the song never played. Our music is piped in via a company computer, so the rotation is eclectic and highly random. I had almost forgotten about the song. Instead I was trying to remember what had been playing at the movies. Jamie had taken our road trip as a sort of ‘first date’ and I found myself happy enough with the idea. She seemed to share a lot of my interests, and now that I found myself ‘part of the scene,’ I was finding more and more people who also shared my views. Then one day as I stood pricing a few golf shirts, I heard it once again. Quickly I clocked out and took my break. Once I ran to the safety of the break room, I busted out my phone and loaded up the app. I hurriedly closed the doors to ensure that no background noise would contaminate the sample. After a long and excruciating minute, my phone advised me that it could find no match. Dismayed I got two similar apps and tried again about a week later. They gave me the same results, which was nothing. At this point I began to question my own rationality. The song had to exist, I had heard it and so had everyone I had encountered those past few months.
Women Are From Mars Jacob Dial Black & White Photo
Then I got a bright idea. I would record the song and put it on the Internet. I was a member of at least a dozen music related websites. People knew me; surely someone in the vast reaches of the electronic wasteland would know this song. A month passed before the song came on again. When it did, I was setting up a few sale displays (my newfound zeal in life had carried over to my job; I landed a promotion), whistling quietly (I could have been singing; I had memorized all the words by this point). One of the other coworkers let out a sharp whistle and pointed at the ceiling, letting me know the song was on (all of them knew about the song and my obsession by now). I pulled out my cell phone (I carried it everywhere now) and set it to record.
Self Portrait, In My Room Hannah Brannan Drypoint Intaglio Print
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That night I went home and connected my phone to my computer. There was the song, as clear as day. Quickly I worked up a simple video asking for assistance. Then I dubbed the song over it and sent my creation out onto YouTube. I tagged it: unknown, song, Tuesdays, love, river, sex, boobs, nudity, and a few other key words to bog up a person’s search. Two days later, I had received a handful of replies. Each one was practically the same. They had never heard it before, but they liked it. I checked a week later, discussion was rampant but no one knew the song. I’ve even heard my recording at the clubs; local DJ having ripped it off YouTube. A week after that, I stopped checking the replies, but the ‘like’ bar kept rising. That was two weeks ago. Still no one knows the name of the song.
Beauty is Poison Lee Knaus Watercolor Pen and Ink
It doesn’t play on the store radio anymore, but I still hear it. Customers come in singing it all the time now. Sometimes it’s just head nodding and I still recognize the beat. No one knows the name of the song, but its number-one on all the charts. And number-two, and -three, and -four…. I don’t go out anymore. It’s always Tuesday. Shawn Campbell
Web Page Design Ryan Shriver Graphic Design
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A while back I became enamored with an unknown song and was left with few ways to discover its identity. It very much became a minor obsession of mine and I am pleased to say that I finally located the song. During my search, however, it struck me that as we march on with technology we are slowly losing the concept of “fleeting memories.” The modern world makes it so easy to find things, or locate things that were once lost. I wanted to defy technology, and use its own evil power against it Shawn Campbell
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Spinning MacKenzie Korris Color Film Final Delivery Music Score
The musical score is composed and recorded.
Sound Effects Recordings are made of all non-vocal sounds.
Lighting Shadows and highlights are added to the animations Animation to give Scenes and dimention. characters are animated in computer Year 3-4 graphics.
Layout
The movie is put
Voice into a sequence, Recording cuts are made
Dialogue from the script is practiced and recorded.
and scenes are added.
Character Rigging Movable figurines are made of each character as motion reference. Visual Development
Characters and settings are fleshed out.
Modeling Clay figurines are made of each character as reference.
Stor yboarding
Sketches are made of each scene to see the sequence of events and begin editing.
Screenplay
A screenplay is the written, story form of the movie’s events, like a Treatment book. Treatment is the time in which the idea of the movie is conceptualized and fleshed out.
DreamWorks Infograph Kacie Daugherty Graphic Design
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POSTER AND TYPE DESIGN BY DANNY ROBINSON 2012
Failure Danny Robinson Type-As-Image Quote Graphic Design
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Misguided Ghosts Hannah Storment Digital Photography
Ad Design Jayden Harmse Graphic Design
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Away Cee Jay Printmaking/ Dry Point Etching
Market Jacob Dial Sepia toned black and white photo
Self Portrait Amanda Gardner Color Pencil
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School Bus MacKenzie Korris Color Film
T YPeMOTION an expression of design
December 15th 7pm - 10pm
TypEmotion Poster Overwhelmed Sara Barnett Graphic Design
Cooper Hewitt National Design Museum 2 East 91st Street New York City
Overwhelmed Sara Barnett
Daniel Robinson Perplexed
Alex Burns Alive
Cassie Rowe Chipper
Kacie Daugherty Melancholy
Ryan Shriver Bewildered
Jayden Harmse Bewildered
LaDonna Wilkin Excited
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Casualties Flies sipped at the whiskey lees and wasps fell in the oil while in parking lots the bees swilled from pools of anti-freeze and, maggot brains aboil, reeled off, blind-drunk as country sots from backwoods stills, forgotten pollen in their caudal fuzz – beguiled now by a different buzz. Kyle Ingram
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Sara Barnett Benton (pgs. 4, 16, 19, 28)
Hannah Brannan Thompsonville (pgs. 5, 8, 9, 10, 19, 23)
Shawn Campbell Mount Vernon (pgs. 21, 22, 23, 24)
Samantha Cornwell Bluford (pg. 14, 15)
Cee Jay Pinckneyville (pgs. 17, 18, 27)
Kacie Daugherty (pgs. 20, 25)
Jacob Dial Mount Vernon (pgs. 4, 12, 23, 27)
Amanda Gardner Benton (pgs. 17, 27)
Jayden Harmse (pg. 26)
Kyle Ingram (pgs. 13, 17, 29)
Nicholas Jennings Pinckneyville (pgs. 13, 18)
Dayna Hartley Centralia (pg. 9)
Alexandria Burns (pg. 8)
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Lee Knaus (pgs. 5, 24)
Therese Melena Ina (pg. 6)
Danny Robinson Mount Vernon (pgs. 16, 23)
Crystal Smith Mount Vernon (pg. 5)
Danielle Stroud Sesser (pg. 15)
Ronnie Threewitt Royalton (pgs. 7, 12)
Sue Tomlin Mount Vernon (pg. 11)
MacKenzie Korris (pgs. 10, 25, 28)
Ryan Shriver (pg. 24)
Hannah Storment Mount Vernon (pgs. 19, 26)
Sherrie Weinhoffer Pinckneyville (pg. 16)
LaDonna Wilkin Sesser (pg. 8)
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Thank you for reading!