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REV·O·LU·TION (revəˈlo͞oSH(ə)n/) noun
1) A FORCIBLE OVERTHROW OF A GOVERNMENT OR SOCIAL ORDER IN FAVOR OF A NEW SYSTEM.
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AN INSTANCE OF REVOLVING. The world moves in revolutions. The sun both rises, and falls, as our world turns on its axis. Days give into weeks, weeks blur into months, and months compound into years. The seasons turn, turn, turn, like tides pulled by the various phases of the moon. Even the very course of our lives, seem to follow a pattern of a circular nature. This is the way of the world, so to speak. Civilizations grow; corporations dominate, only to crumble and blow away. Revolutions and movements, they reshape the world. Art, poetry, writing and photography; they’ve all been part of the process time and time again, helping to cultivate ideas and rouse self-awareness. Movements come and go, but what moves you? We hope, whatever it is, that you will find it in here.
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Aaron Wright • Haiku
20 Sierra Baker • The Old Maid
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Savannah Dube • Ma’iitsoh
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Nikita Durney • Faces
21 Hananiah Aldrich • Dirt Makes Good Stories
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Rachel Nixon • Quail on Fence Sunset
Ashleigh Taylor • Strawberry Lips
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Savanna Pehringer • Boho Skull
Matthew Dillon • White Balance
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Barbara Crane • Depressions End
Shailee Harvey • Misty Mountain
10 Nick Palmer • Sugar and Spice
22 Taylor Schultz • Typography
23 Brian Friedberg • Chakra Pools 24 Zach Fowler • Reading Nook
13 Abbe Breeding • Mist of Flathead Lake Montana 14 Jacob Mancuso • Fly Reel 15 Dylan Williams • You Don’t Want a Car
Rachel Nixon • Deer Sunset
25 Olivia Christensen • Fall 26 RuthAnne Cupps • Opa & Oma Mugs
11 Hananiah Aldrich • Singing in the Rain
12 Peter Moncur • Crazy Creek Falls: Letter to Grandpa Pete
Erin Buhler • Blackberries
RuthAnne Cupps • Granna and Papa Bear Mugs
27 Ashley Rodriguez • Lost Prediction 28 Nick Palmer • Dingus 29 Gabriela Rodriguez • Carl and Russell Masks
Benny Dial • Robin’s Lair
16 Matthew Strissel • Butterfly Shimmer
30 Julia Porzner • Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
17 Brian Friedberg • Hot Cup o’ Trea
31 Taylor Schultz • Geometric Girl
18 Mike King • Medieval Chess Set
32 Matthew Strissel • Lunar Eclipse to Blood Moon Composite
19 Anika Williams • The Little Things
Erin Buhler • Contemplation
20 RuthAnne Cupps • Handled Mugs
34 Julia Porzner • Embrace 35 Shailee Harvey • Levitation
Sam Jones • I’m Alive
36 Taylor Schultz • Elephant
54 Ashleigh Taylor • Killing Time
Sam Jones • Taking Flight
Victoria Wessel • Casino Royale
37 Ashleigh Taylor • Edible Art
55 Brandin Fanning • Spice of Jager
38 Randi Wilkerson • Confident
56 Nikita Durney • Dementia
42 Sean Mennell • I Invited Jim to Dinner and...
43 Sierra Baker • Little Cupid 44 Barbara Crane • Sunrise
Dana Young • Trapper Keychain
Benny Dial • Ski Bum
57 Sean Mennell • Master Study
Ashley Rodriguez • Mystic Formation
58 Savannah Dube • Cow Skull
45 Jodene Pappenfort • Blind Warrior
59 Rachel Nixon • Bird Dog & Pheasant Sunset
Anthony Adkins • Objectscape
Rachel Nixon • Kiwi Kiwi
46 Sam Jones • To Infinity and Beyond
60 Jodene Pappenfort • Ethereal Beauty
61 Jodene Pappernfort • Early Morning Flyer
Rebecca Kron • NASCAR
47 Taylor Schultz • Peafowl 48 Catherine Pfau • Allysa’s Cello 49 Savannah Dube • Self Symbol
Jess Bakken • Electric Ocean
50 Vicki Olson • Fisheye Room
Sean Mennell • A Good Ole Friend
62 Olivia Christensen • The Gunfighter
Rachel Nixon • Life Drawing Model
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Ron Nettie • Classic Model A
51 Julia Porzner • Real Women Have Curves 52 Cassandra Banner • A Manifestation of You 53 Savannah Dube • The Impala
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HAIKU
AARON WRIGHT Thundering of the road Hoof beats replaced by steel wheel Days come and go fast Veins of white run deep On hills that cling to their snow Doomed summer will come Walls of stone on high Waters knife cuts with power Sand is nature’s proof All the weight lifted Tears, Blood on dusty sandals The world turned black He conquered the grave He is my beloved friend Boy from Nazareth Tough chalked hands The sky they hope to conquer God brings forth great Joy Gripping handlebars He bares down forward with speed Leaves spin up behind Pounding of the Drum Old memory’s come to life What is this feeling Sound of the great chiefs They gather by land and sea Fire hills and crowds
Ma’iitsoh • Printmaking • Savannah Dube
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Faces • Colored Pencil • Nikita Durney
Quail on Fence Sunset • Watercolor • Rachel Nixon
Strawberry Lips • Photography • Ashleigh Taylor
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Boho Skull • Graphic Design • Savanna Pehringer
White Balance • Acrylic • Matthew Dillon
DEPRESSIONS END BARBARA CRANE
Life is all but a shadow is the dead of night Darkness smothering and cold surrounds you The past is what you hold onto so in the darkness you’ll remain Flickers of light You can see now After unwanted help Hope has been endured It’s unlike anything you’ve ever had, felt or believed Instead of being in the shadow you’re out in front That dark world you claimed to live in Is now one of sunshine, and stars Your past is no longer cared for just a distant memory Only the present, now And sometimes a thought for the future Your heart is soaring, racing, and happy at last
Misty Mountain • Photography • Shailee Harvey
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Sugar and Spice • Graphic Design • Nick Palmer
Singing in the Rain • Photography • Hananiah Aldrich
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CRAZY CREEK FALLS: LETTER TO GRANDPA PETE PETER MONCUR
You have passed into legend somewhere below the relentless rapids of time. At times
when I feel that I can almost grasp your being, your ser, I realize it’s only a phantom mist from the water crashing down around me. You are power, and you are confusion, refreshing and drowning. When I make these comparisons, I’m not saying that you made my life difficult. The name we both share helps me fight the current. But I never knew you in the flesh, so I sought you in the flood of memories. I hear countless stories like logs and branches floating in the water, put there by friends, enemies, and acquaintances. They dam together so I can walk across the chasm that you left. Then I hear that you killed yourself, and down come the roaring falls to blast away the lackadaisical log jam. I cling to the roughhewn boulders and try to make sense of the frothy torrent trying to drown me.
When I can finally pull my drenched body onto a rock, gasping and sputtering, I lay on
my back, meditating in the warm sun. Droplets of water gather on my face, and the mist is back, except now I perceive it as tears. I look to my side at a strong branch, soaked and quivering above the river, and I can see a tear-stained cheek in that captured wood. The fallen tears of every sickness, triumph, mistake, and creation of my life. Your eyes have been on all of us, even if at times I could only distinguish them as murky whirlpools. I slip off my stony island into the current and stick my arms out to hold me under the water. As my body thrashes ragdoll-like in the submerged darkness, I open my eyes and realize while looking up that you didn’t seek the undertow. You just lost sight of the sun.
Later, on the bank of the river, I peer into the surge and notice that I can’t see my reflec-
tion in you. You’ve taught me that I don’t have to. We are all tributaries to the same legacy that floats on forever. I promise not to pollute it. Love, Pete
Mist of Flathead Lake Montana • Photography • Abbe Breeding
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Fly Reel • Auto Desk Inventor • Jacob Mancuso
You Don’t Want a Car • Graphic Design • Dylan Williams
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Butterfly Shimmer • Photography • Matthew Strissel
Hot Cup o’ Trea • Photography • Brian Friedberg
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Medieval Chess Set • Auto Desk Inventor • Mike King
The Little Things • Photography • Anika Williams Contemplation • Photography • Erin Buhler
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The Old Maid • Oil • Sierra Baker
Handled Mugs • Ceramics (Work In Progress) • RuthAnne Cupps
Dirt Makes Good Stories • Photography • Hananiah Aldrich
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Chakra Pools • Photography • Brian Friedberg
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Reading Nook • Photography • Zach Fowler Deer Sunset • Watercolor • Rachel Nixon
Fall • Graphite • Olivia Christensen
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Opa & Oma Mugs • Ceramics • RuthAnne Cupps
Granna & Papa Bear Mugs • Ceramics • RuthAnne Cupps
Lost Prediction • Watercolor • Ashley Rodriguez
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Dingus • Graphic Design • Nick Palmer
Carl and Russell Masks • Cardboard • Gabriela Rodriguez Robin’s Lair • Photography • Benny Dial
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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow • Mixed Media • Julia Porzner
Geometric Girl (Based on “Afghan Girl” Photograph by Steve McCurry) • Graphic Design • Taylor Schultz
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Embrace • Oil • Julia Porzner
Levitation • Photography • Shailee Harvey
I’M ALIVE SAM JONES
As I stand motionless, I’m bound, weighed down by some internal force. My demons are released, they attack. Unfamiliar to my consciousness, they’re from within, dominating my mind with disgust and disdain. I pursue a superficial presence to find myself. They flood my thoughts, consuming and drowning my fragile being, fueling a fire that scorches my inner spirit. I’m awake, I’m alone, they’re aware of it. They know me in ways I don’t know myself. They’re unavoidable, as they watch me go through the motions of life. So I hide, seeking comfort as I try to survive with a positive existence. But they find me; they hold my hand, and show parts of me that are so hollow they can’t be filled. So
they wait as if they belong. I welcome them as I try to forget. They’re here; they always have been, leading me to a chaos controlled with inescapable constraints. Am I a victim of my circumstances? As I lie awake night after night with fear of the day that shows itself with a deceitful light. So I continue to seek ways to make my escape, to a dimension where only I go, unseen, unheard and disengaged. A place in a realm of existence my demons have trouble finding me, allowing me the peace to see my world in its perfect state. This is a place where I dwell, ponder, think and believe in limitless possibilities, a place where I’m alive and free. I’m alive, therefore I am.
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Taking Flight • Photography • Sam Jones
Elephant • Graphic Design • Taylor Schultz
Edible Art • Photography • Ashleigh Taylor
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CONFIDENT
RANDI WILKERSON
Wal-Mart was the most intimidating place in the world. Wal-Mart was terrifying. Charlie ducked down his chosen aisle with his heart in his throat, the beat of it so harsh and loud he was certain every person he was attempting to avoid could hear it. There was no one nearby, but knowing that could change at any moment had Charlie’s eyes darting frantically to every open space displaying his presence to the store. “You’re okay,” Charlie whispered. He drew in a deep, deep breath, and took in his surroundings. The aisle he’d chosen was full of pink; t-shirts, tunics, sweaters, even pajamas. Nothing harsh or blinding, just soft and gentle and so incredibly inviting. Charlie glanced around again, heartbeat picking up in excitement and fear. There was no one in sight. He reached out with a trembling hand and pulled a pretty, ruffled shirt from the rack. It was a large size, and he was slim enough in the shoulders and chest for it to fit him just about right. “Oh, that’s pretty!” Charlie yelped. He clutched the shirt to his chest as he whirled around. His green eyes landed on the brown gaze of a petite brunette. Say it’s for your
girlfriend! He thought frantically. Your non-existent girlfriend. Shit, say anything! The woman laughed. Not the mocking laugh he’d been expecting, but a sweet laugh that brought out deep crinkles in the corners of her eyes. “Have you thought about blue?” “Blue?” Charlie parroted meekly. He gripped the shirt a little more tightly, stroking the soft fabric in an attempt to calm himself. “Yeah. I mean, the pink is good and all, but maybe more as a highlight. Here, c’mere, there’s a shirt over here I think you’d love!” The next thing Charlie knew, the shirt was fluttering to the floor and his hand was clasped tightly in the woman’s. She dragged him down the aisle enthusiastically despite the fact that she was a good foot shorter than he was. “This one!” She announced suddenly. She dropped his hand and grabbed a light blue, tunicstyle shirt. The neck dipped down in an elegant V that was framed on either side by a slightly darker shade of blue lace, woven to resemble a Celtic knot. There was a belt sewn into the waist, and the sleeves were long and loose. When he reached out
hesitantly to touch it, the fabric felt silky beneath his fingers. “You have slim shoulders, you could totally wear this.” The woman held the shirt up to his chest, cocking her head to the side in consideration before nodding approvingly. “I’m Katie, by the way.” “Charlie,” he replied softly. He smiled shyly, ducking his head to stare at her bright pink tennis shoes when she grinned back at him, wide and confident. “Hi Charlie. Do you like skirts?” Charlie could feel the heat of a blush pool instantly in his cheeks, but he nodded, small and shy but so eager. “Y-yes. Um… not the long kind. You know, um, the kind that come up just above or below your knee?” “Oh yeah, okay. We should find you a dark brown one. It would look great with that shirt. Wait, how much were you planning to spend?” Charlie stroked the shirt and ignored the price tag completely. “I just want one outfit,” he said quietly. He made himself lift his head and meet her eyes. There wasn’t so much as a hint of ridicule. In fact, Katie looked delighted, like he’d just made her
entire day simply because of what he wanted. “Am I bugging you?” Katie asked. She looked worried, and Charlie suddenly couldn’t stand the thought of her being upset when she was being so nice to him. “No,” he denied, shaking his head. “No one’s ever… I mean, I usually get bullied.” Katie sighed. “Yeah, that’s because people are douchenozzles. Come on, let’s find you a skirt!” They did find a skirt, just long enough to pass his knees, deep brown and deliberately crinkled. They found a pair of blue shoes to go with that, and a little silver necklace with a firefly dangling from the chain. Charlie felt elated, brave enough to pass other people in the store with his new, pretty clothes even if he wasn’t yet brave enough to actually put them on. That was okay, he thought, smiling happily as he followed Katie to a new section. Baby steps. “Just one more thing,” Katie said, and then she stepped aside and Charlie realized where they were. He blushed hotter than he had all day, but when Katie grinned encouragingly he stepped over to the bin. It was full of small packages, and in each package were panties, all different colors and
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fabrics. Charlie started to glance around, fear eating away at him. What if someone saw? What if... “Hey!” Katie reached out and put a hand on Charlie’s thin shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with you, okay? Just ’cause you’re in a dude’s body doesn’t mean you have to like so-called guy stuff. And if people make fun of you, well, that’s just because they’re gonna be so damn jealous of how gorgeous you’ll look in this outfit. Now!” She pointed with authority into the bin. “Pick a pair!” Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Charlie couldn’t help a sudden, giddy grin. He let his eyes scan over the choices until he finally reached out to pick one from the opposite side of the bin. They were the same pink as the first shirt he chose, and the package informed him they were made of satin. He laughed at himself, a short burst, so nervous and excited he was almost sick with it. “I’m not sure I want to know how much this is going to cost,” Charlie said as they headed towards the check-out. Katie laughed. She put her basket up on the counter while he fiddled nervously with his clothes, worried about what the clerk might think. There was nothing in her basket but a new bra, a few movies, and a tube of Pringles. He tilted his head in question and she shrugged. “I just came for the bra,” she explained. “Then I got sidetracked. Which is cool ‘cause helping you
pick out clothes was way too much fun.” The clerk didn’t even comment on Charlie’s purchases. Everything was safely hidden away in white plastic bags and Charlie was just starting to relax when Katie grabbed his hand again. “Where are we going?” “Restroom,” Katie answered, twisting to shoot a grin over her shoulder. “You’re walking out of here in that outfit.” “What?” Charlie tried to yank his hand back. His heartbeat, which had just started to calm, began to race out of control again. “I can’t!” “Yes, you can.” Katie stopped by the entrance to the men’s restroom and practically threw him at it. “Go!” Charlie went. His hands trembled as he locked a stall and hung the plastic bags off a hook on the door. He hardly felt the softness of all the beautiful fabric he’d chosen as he stripped and began to pull on each item, slowly, shaking so hard he could hardly stand upright. He had to brace himself on the stall door when he was finished, head bowed between his arms, just breathing. There was no one by the sink when Charlie hesitantly opened the stall. He sprinted back out to Katie, clutching his old clothes over his chest like they could somehow protect him from every gaze in the store. Katie’s eyes were wide when Charlie stopped
in front of her. He swore he could feel himself blushing right down to his feet, but he cautiously lowered the old clothes so she could see him properly. “You’re prettier than I am, you ass!” Katie yelled, looking somehow furious and ridiculously pleased all at once. “Okay, you have to twirl.” The very thought made Charlie giggle. He put his clothes down on a bench and twirled on one foot, making his skirt swish and fan out around his legs. Katie whistled, and just like that Charlie was aware, so completely aware, of what he was wearing. The way the skirt fell against his legs, the way the shirt hugged his torso, the soft slide of the material against his skin. “I need a mirror,” Charlie blurted, and without any hesitation Katie took him by the hand yet again and led him away, barely giving him time to grab his old outfit. A few people glanced in their direction as they raced past the cashiers, but only one man’s eyes lingered. Charlie was shocked when the stranger hardly reacted beyond a surprised chuckle and a quick thumbs up. “See? It’s okay!” Katie said gleefully. Too stunned to speak, Charlie merely nodded. The death grip he had on his old clothing loosened. They found a full length mirror in the shoe department. Charlie couldn’t believe what he was
seeing. He’d walked in here wearing old white sneakers, a Captain America t-shirt, and faded blue jeans. They’d never felt right on him. They didn’t fall correctly across his body, the material never felt satisfying. But this… “I’m…” “Gorgeous,” Katie finished for him, nodding approvingly. Charlie smiled. He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, nervous but no longer terrified. “Happy,” he said, and then he laughed because it was so stupid and so true. Just one outfit and he was finally happy with how he looked. They walked out of the store together. No one yelled at him, or called him faggot, or any of the other awful things that had been said to him in his life. With every step he gained confidence. By the time he reached his car he was practically skipping. He drove away with Katie’s number in a little pocket in his skirt, and a smile so wide it made his cheeks hurt. END
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I Invited Jim to Dinner and... • Oil • Sean Mennell
Little Cupid • Oil • Sierra Baker
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SUNRISE
BARBARA CRANE
The sunrise fills you with a sense of calm the oranges, pinks, reds, and purples swirl in perfect harmony the sky’s everlasting song a statement of awe it leaves pure silence your mind heart and soul at peace if only for a few moments you question life but, time after time the sunrise abolishes your doubts and when the sun finally emerges like a climax in a well written symphony it stills you and you forget, the pain, fear, anger and are filled with a sense of relief and… something new hope
Trapper Keychain • Auto Desk Inventor • Dana Young
Blind Warrior • Photography • Jodene Pappenfort
Objectscape • Graphite • Anthony Adkins
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To Infinity and Beyond • Photography • Sam Jones
NASCAR • Graphic Design • Rebecca Kron
Peafowl • Printmaking • Taylor Schultz
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Allysa’s Cello • Graphic Design • Catherine Pfau
Self Symbol • Graphite • Savannah Dube
ELECTRIC OCEAN JESS BAKEN
Hard strings vibrate soft Amplified waves mesmerize I wield the axe
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Fisheye Room • Photography • Vicki Olson
Classic Model A • Photography • Ron Nettie
Real Women Have Curves • Oil • Julia Porzner
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A MANIFESTATION OF YOU CASSANDRA BANNER
I almost see it in his presence Until I realize nothing matches you Even if he’s there, with a smile on his face It doesn’t replace you This is a substitute A temporary desire The truth is I could find it in any one I can tell myself any one will be a fulfillment of you It saves me from feeling shredded It keeps me from wandering It prevents me from believing in empty, no good possibilities No matter what I want Day in, day out No matter who He’s only a manifestation of you
The Impala • Graphic Design • Savannah Dube
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Killing Time • Photography • Ashleigh Taylor Casino Royale • Graphic Design • Victoria Wessel
Spice of Jager • Photography • Brandin Fanning
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Dementia • Colored Pencil • Nikita Durney
Ski Bum • Photography • Benny Dial
Mystic Formation • Spray Paint • Ashley Rodriguez
Master Study • Oil (Work in Progress) • Sean Mennell
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Cow Skull • Graphite • Savannah Dube
Bird Dog & Pheasant Sunset • Watercolor • Rachel Nixon Kiwi Kiwi • Watercolor • Rachel Nixon
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Ethereal Beauty • Photography • Jodene Pappenfort
Early Morning Flyer • Photography • Jodene Pappenfort A Good Ole Friend • Oil • Sean Mennell
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Life Drawing Model • Sketch • Rachel Nixon
The Gunfighter • Graphite • Olivia Christensen
SIENNA RAUSCH
ERIN BUHLER
Sienna is a Graphic Design Major, and has been working
Erin is a Photo and Graphic Design Major. She loves
on a book for seven years. She has a tattoo of said book,
romance novels, and can’t seem to be able to control
but it would be very awkward of you to ask where. She is
her attraction to the brightly colored covers. Erin
considered a great source of motivation on the team, and
photographed most of the work which need photographing
enjoyed the fact that, even though all her classmates had
for the magazine, and spent so much time on Photoshop,
different personalities and different talents, they were all
she sees her precious covers in CMYK now.
able to come together and function as a group.
SAVANNAH DUBE
RUTHANNE CUPPS RuthAnne is a Graphic Design Major and a mother.
Savannah is a Graphic Design and Art Major who
Her three-year old son keeps her busy enough, but she
supplements her addiction to grapefruit juice by working
somehow found room in her schedule to work on this
as an R.A. in Colter Hall, which subsequently spiked while
magazine. RuthAnne was our “Database and Submissions
she was working on the magazine. This was due to the
Administrator”. Sounds scary, right? Yeah, well we
long hours spent designing spreads and working in front of
thought so too.
a computer screen. She needed to maintain that chipper attitude somehow.
REBECCA RUPPERT Rebecca is a “Nothing” Major. As in, she majors in the
ROSE SOW
art of “Nothingness” and prefers life to be her teacher. We
Rose is a Communications Major who enjoys being
could also just call her a “Generals” Major, but the other
spontaneous and outgoing. She’s also from France, and
stuff sounds much more profound. Rebecca was the writer
transferred to Northwest from Texas after being attacked
and writing advisor. She’s pretty cool, and she totally
by a group of desperados and being held for ransom in
wrote this.
return for four Francs and a bottle of cheap wine. Rose was considered to be a fresh eye on the team and helped with
MORGAN TYREE
many aspects of the magazine.
Morgan Tyree is a Graphic Design Professor at Northwest College. He drinks far too much eggplant and celery juice,
TAYLOR SCHULTZ
and was kicked out of Portland, Oregon once because “he
Taylor is a Graphic Design Major and an exceptional Hula
was too weird”.
Hooper. She has received various awards for her Hula Hooping, but prefers life as a Design Nazi. Taylor kept us all on track and was the most “Editor-y Editor”.
WHO ARE WE?
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Top Row: Sienna Rausch • Savannah Dube • Rose Sow • Taylor Schultz • Erin Buhler Bottom Row: Rebecca Ruppert • RuthAnne Cupps
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