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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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