For this project, the students in Professor Goff’s ENG 201.03 (Introduction to Literature) collaborated with the students in Professor Van Kerkhove’s ART 224.01 (Mixed Media), to create a Zine that explored the idea/concept of POWER. In the ENG 201 course, students have been exploring various literary approaches as they apply to several graphic novels read throughout the semester. In the ART 224 course, students have been developing a visual language utilizing mixed media processes The goal for our collective Zine was to be inspired by the notion of POWER as it relates to five particular literary approaches (psychoanalysis, Marxism, gender studies, postcolonial, deconstruction) while echoing the graphic novel medium by creating and publishing a finished product consisting of images created by the ART students, which were inspired by text written by the ENG students. The source of inspiration for the ENG students was the graphic novel Maus by Art Spiegelman, a groundbreaking portrayal of his father’s experiences during the Holocaust that earned Spiegelman the Pulitzer Prize. For the project, students in the ENG class chose an episode from Maus that related to the theme of POWER and also connected with their chosen literary approach. Then, they retold/recreated that episode from another character’s point of view in a way that clearly represented the essence of the literary approach using an appropriate form of literature (poem, conversational dialogue, paragraph, 1st person rant, 3rd person narration, etc.). The text was then passed on to the ART students who worked in groups to create images inspired by the different forms of text while implementing some of the techniques learned in the course. In the ENG 201 course, students have been exploring various literary approaches as they apply to several graphic novels read throughout the semester. In the ART 224 course, students have been developing a visual language utilizing mixed media processes. Exploring the process of layering and editing visual information artworks are memorable and cohesive.
Short for Magazine or Fanzine, a zine is a Do-It-Yourself (D.I.Y.) Publication That can be made & Shared by Anyone. It can contain original writings, artwork, photographs & More. They can be photocopied or Printed; small or BIG; Simple or Complex; written, typed or drawn; & on any subject the creator cares about.
Index Chapter 1 - Deconstruction Approach Writers Illustrators Macie Molina Nathaniel Stubblefield Nicholas Jacobs Erin Bower
Yenan Qian Abdulla h Al Hattab Luke Brust
Chapter 2 - Gender Studies Approach Writers Illustrators Maddie Olson Anjaleig h Hart Victor Cave Mitch Kramer Nick Hughes
Kaitlynn Litteral Abdulaziz Alaziz Fahad Alsahli
Chapter 3 - Marxist Approach Writers Illustrators
Brittany Holb rook Jamie Sevenish Kelsey Hock Ahmed Alebadan Dale Martin Kathleen Isaac Kyle Doss Valkiery Velez
Chapter 4 - Psychoanalysis Approach Writers Illustrators Amanda Rock Breanna Steiff Nicolas Jones Ashle y Uzomba Christian Tiell
Brett Spencer Mohammed Aljasser Ashle y Osbeck
Chapter 5 - Postcolonialist Approach Writers Illustrators Nathan Insle y Darian Hugo Zuri Outlaw Ruthie Wyant Sydney Forristal Nathan Mulg rew
Kelsey Hock Mohamed Almakki Zihao Yang
CHAPTER 1
The music wasn’t there. I could’ve told you that from the beginning.
All you could hear
was the marching,
completely synchronized.
The only music we could hear was the warning shots, fired to tell us to stay in line.
The guards screamed over all the sound, hoping for us to hear them.
Music would’ve been so comforting in that moment. Any noise that didn’t mean to harm us was needed. We felt the fear in our bones, much like how music dives into your soul. Even if the orchestra had played, we never would’ve known.
Our conductor that day was the military, pushing us to move as one.
They wanted us to know that we were in the minor chord. We followed the lines of the staff, dark and straight.
Any note that stepped out of harmony was the first to be removed.
I know it was written in the books, but it wasn’t there.
CHAPTER 2
Tug of War
but how am I supposed to compete with a rich girl
who could have whoever she wants
but of course she wants
CHAPTER 3
A small bulge beneath a shirt, right above the hem And two men too thin to fill them. Within the shadows they crept Exchanging the goods that they kept All to themselves. Communists I could scream What fiends. Stealing the soup For all day they itched But at dinner never did they flinch Clean shirts they did wear But what else can bear? What can I obtain? If I refrain From telling all I know About the Frenchman and the Jew Who like me needed to eat too?
Who like me
CHAPTER 4
It happened out of the blue one afternoon. Without any warning, without any opposition, it was raised.
It was so red, as if someone had died just to make it. With this blood stained cloth whipping in the wind we all knew that we were no longer free.
Our compliance is what caused this, it was so easily taken away. This is when people begin disappearing. The local store owner has not been seen for days.
People are starting to get restless. We know not what is to come, but we all know it was because of that flag,
and the people who stand behind it.
Something is in the air, and it is sure not the smell of roses. There it was, staring right in front of our faces. The flag of terror and our worst nightmare.
We could feel the emotion in our stomachs that our lives was going to be changed, not for the better, but for worst.
We knew what was there to come, but we just wasn’t looking forward to it. We don’t know how we are going to survive this new era of change that was upon us.
CHAPTER 5
It was the winter of 1944, a very cold one in Poland, and all of us kids were outside playing
At this point, Jews were gone from our neighborhoods
Mom and Dad said they were all living in one place for our safety But to us,
Jews weren’t actually people... If we found one, we must report them for reward
“But don’t get too close” Mom would say, “The Jews will catch you and eat you”
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“Heil Hitler!� he said confidently, but he still looked uncomfortable.
They approached the man, slowly, and he looked frightened
Mom asked where he was traveling to and where he came from, she was scared too
He quickly, but calmly explained himself assuring us he wouldn’t hurt us
Mom didn’t call for help, and we trusted her judgement
The man left, but still, us kids talked about how strange it was that this man “wasn’t Jewish”
I never saw the man again, but I think about him, if he got to where he was going...if he was alive...