84th Ave.

By Rachel Van Dommelen The mortgage was ending and my house was becoming emptier by the day. I was 11 years old. My mom spent all day packing and all night working, and my sisters remained absent from the home. Whenever they came back, their visit was marked by angry voices and yelling coming from…

Walk of Life

By Grace Preboy Title: Walk of Life Materials: acrylic paint on reclaimed wood A comment on the piece: Discovery is such a big part of everyone’s walk of life. No matter what road you’re on, there is always more to learn and grow. This piece shows four different mountains overlapping, portraying how everyone has a…

Raphael Sanzio

By Ethan Hall “When one is painting one does not think” (Raphael). Raphael Sanzio, also known as Raphael Sanzi, was an Italian Renaissance painter born in Urbino. This Italian city was known as a center of culture. He started painting in Rome sometime between 1509 and 1511. Raphael is known primarily for his paintings, some…

Journey in Art

By Jessica Day Recently, I have heard many people say that they could not do art. I also believed this about myself once.  Professor Holly Sims has taken us on an adventure of creativity and expressive freedom at AU. An adventure not hindered like a flower cut without water, but one nourished as a flower…

You Are Our Friend

By Timothy Glenn Campbell No one should be alone, Though sometimes we run solo. Join us in person or through phone, In vest and sweats, t-shirt, tie, and polo. Our lives are rarely smooth, Containing emotional turmoil, But maybe those are bristles, Cleaning as we toil. So don't hide away yourself, Trying to avoid a…

Listen to the Lord

By Connor Carr Listen for the Lord, my son, listen for his call. It is early in the morning, quieter than the mist. If you listen, He is speaking, incline your ear and breathe softly. If you wait, He will move; quiet your heart, quiet your mind. It is a thing many miss. Listen for…

Woods to Garden

By Kiley Huff Lost in the woods. How to get out? Left, right, left, left, right, right, right. Dead end. Turn around, don’t remember the way I came. Panicking, faster, faster. Dead end. Turn back. I think I’ve passed this? It’s all so confusing. Turn another corner and  there He is. He smiles and opens…

I Refuse to Forget

By Timothy Glenn Campbel To you, my friend, I'll know you, Even when my memory fades; When darkness will take my eyes, I will still search for you. Because now is permanent. Stuck in tales of history, Engraved on the stone I have, And written in my heart. I knew none until I came, Still…

A Strange Feeling

By Reagan Mudd What is this feeling? Or perhaps, a not-feeling? Why doesn’t it hurt anymore? The scab is finally a scar, And scars are much prettier than scabs Because they cannot be reopened. They sit there eternally, Everyone will see it and wonder about the battle, But it will never bleed like it once…

The Man I Was a Year Ago

By Connor Carr The man I was a year ago,  is vastly different now. He looks at me occasionally, along a pane of glass. He longs to change, a shift per say, to be where I am now. To think, come time, that I shall be that man, yet standing now.