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Creative Works

Design | Allyson Gebauer

Creative Works provides a space for students to showcase their work. We accept all types of artwork, photography, poetry, and flash fiction. For full submission guidelines, visit archesnews.com.

Emma Cournoyer

Emma Cournoyer is a senior art therapy major and psychology & studio art minor. In her free time, she enjoys watercolor and acrylic painting, traveling, and binge-watching New Girl. She works primarily in landscape painting from selfcaptured photographs and places she has traveled.

Nashia Bass

I chose to illustrate “Women” by Alice Walker because this poem specifically depicts the sacrifices women make on the daily. The centerpiece of my drawing illustrates how women are the matriarchs. Alice talks about the long history of strength, leadership, knowledge and power women stamped on their families and the world for generations. The tree symbolizes the foundation of women and how rooted we are. The branches of that tree signify the various tasks accomplished by women. The fallen leaves represent the gems we drop to ensure our legacies prosper. The naked body of the tree depicts what Alice said in the last few words of her poem “how they knew what we MUST know without knowing a love of it themselves”. Oftentimes women have no clue the outcome of the many choices we make but, from that journey sprouts a better woman. This drawing and poem speaks to me personally because of the battles I’ve witnessed women in my life make. Growing into my own woman I’ve learned and endured so much. I want to instill this knowledge into my daughter so she can do the same for her children.

Women - by Alice Walker

Alice Walker Women They were women then My mama’s generation Husky of voice - Stout of step With fists as well as hands How they battered down doors And ironed starched white shirts How they led armies He’s dragged generals across mined fields Booby-trapped kitchens too discover books desks A place for us How they knew what we MUST know Without knowing a page of it themselves

Rose McCann

Artist, poet and writer. When they are not busy with school work, they relax by driving around while listening to heavy metal.

“Mylimoji”

Let me help you break down your soundproof wall That hardening glass that encases you Just give me your hand, I won’t let you fall You can trust me I swear, please let me through I’ll sweep you away, from feet that are glued, Fused on a stand that is covered in rust Take your body unhinged off of that rood I can blindfold my eyes to gain your trust I just want to free you from this clear case To hear your true voice not just your music Sweep back your dark hair, look into your face Tell you that i care, you don’t make me sick I know you can’t hear me, but i will try To prove that I love you, with every cry

“Why They Cry”

I cannot just sit Watch as life goes by Let every waking moment Pass as fleeting glimpses That only make me cry

But why Why do you cry

I cry for the sun Who is forced to rise The moon Who is so scared He feels the need to hide For people who drink Just to feel inside For people who write And watch their words die

What about the words

Words who have no voice To speak for themselves Written in emotion Anger Hate Sadness Never to be loved Or have any meaning They rot on paper Slowly begin to fade They have no reason to stay To only be forgotten