Biography: Medy Reckling is a Senior at Early College Academy. Her included piece is an untitled artwork that she created in her Aims Art Appreciation course.
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Works submitted by seniors
Dragon Fight by Aakyriah Williams 12
Biography: For as long as I have been creating art, I have always been drawn to sketching. I enjoy trying to create detailed drawings of mythical creatures and scenes with nothing but simple pencil and paper. I will often try to challenge myself by using a different art style or by using a one-word prompt…
Untitled by Dahlia Torres 12
Biography: Painting and digital art are some of my favorite art forms, which I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and Namor is a combination of those. My roots are important to me, so seeing Namor and Talokan representing my culture on the big screen inspired me to create Namor, using my Mexican roots…
Untitled by Hailey Cruz 12
Biography: Hailey Cruz is a Senior at Early College Academy. Her included piece is an untitled artwork that she created in her Aims Art Appreciation course.
Untitled by Medy Reckling 12
Biography: Medy Reckling is a Senior at Early College Academy. Her included piece is an untitled artwork that she created in her Aims Art Appreciation course.
Vibrant Wind by Shaelyn Franks 12
Biography: Shaelyn is a Senior at Early College Academy. Her included piece is an artwork entitled Vibrant Wind that she created in her Aims Art Appreciation course.
Untitled by Payton Turner 12
Untitled by Payton Turner 12
Untitled 2 by Dahlia Torres 12
Biography: Painting and digital art are some of my favorite art forms, which I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and Namor is a combination of those. My roots are important to me, so seeing Namor and Talokan representing my culture on the big screen inspired me to create Namor, using my Mexican roots…
The Batman by Dahlia Torres
Biography: Painting and digital art are some of my favorite art forms, which I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and Namor is a combination of those. My roots are important to me, so seeing Namor and Talokan representing my culture on the big screen inspired me to create Namor, using my Mexican roots…
The Allure Of An Empty Hallway by Maxine L. Garcia
The Allure Of An Empty Hallway by Maxine L. Garcia.docx Biography: Having a sense of loneliness is the sad nature of many creatives. I too suffer from this problem. Due to this I have found all forms of art to be quite cathartic. I’m always looking for new things to try, even if I’m not…
K’uk’ulkan by Dahlia Torres
K’uk’ulkan by Dahlia Torres Biography: Painting and digital art are some of my favorite art forms, which I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and Namor is a combination of those. My roots are important to me, so seeing Namor and Talokan representing my culture on the big screen inspired me to create Namor,…
Representation: the Effects and Why it Matters by Dahlia Torres
Representation the Effects and Why it Matters by Dahlia Torres Biography: Painting and digital art are some of my favorite art forms, which I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and Namor is a combination of those. My roots are important to me, so seeing Namor and Talokan representing my culture on the big…
My Narrative by Jocelyn Thomas
We seek the love stories told to us as children, and yet we betray their hearts oh so often, for the love we think we deserve. Biography: Jocelyn is a Senior at Early College Academy. Her Incite published pieces are two poems entitled “Constellation” and “My Narrative”.
Constellation by Jocelyn Thomas
You are love, For the moon looks upon you, her child and weeps for your safe return. The stars stare upon your earthly body in awe of the beauty they see you possess The sun in envy of the light which your body illuminates The universe resides within you little one because you are… -…
Bind by Jocelyn Thomas
In the simplest words My soul was addicted to yours. And I know our souls are the same Biography: Jocelyn is a Senior at Early College Academy. Her Incite published pieces are two poems entitled “Constellation” and “My Narrative”.
Namor by Dahlia Torres 12
Biography: Painting and digital art are some of my favorite art forms, which I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and Namor is a combination of those. My roots are important to me, so seeing Namor and Talokan representing my culture on the big screen inspired me to create Namor, using my Mexican roots to…
Archived: Your Highness by Elizabeth Richards (Senior)
He jumped down from the bannister, holding back a laugh as the sound of footsteps pounded against the castle floors. He hadn’t been caught yet, and there was no way in hell he was letting the cocky-ass Crown Prince catch him so easily. Patroclus sprinted past the guards at the front door, letting out a…
Archived: Colored Skies, Yellow Endings by Eliza Bratt (Senior)
Colors. Colors everywhere. Crawling up walls and spilling onto the floor, coating corners and enveloping objects, clambering up trees and filling the cracks in the pavement. Colors, reaching up to the white ether, filling it with a deluge of extravagance. In the sky, colors reached for one another, creating a masterpiece upon the white backdrop….
Archived: Hell’s Gate by Zoe Coats (Senior)
The sky was hemorrhaging, its colors transfused with bloody light. In the distance, factories and steamboats chugged on, engaging in the dull rhythm of a life that I had long since left behind. It was pretty as a picture, and I could not stand it. My funeral procession trudged toward Hell’s Gate, mourning the woman…
Archived: Fading Light of the Dancing Flames by Erica Hansen (Senior)
The hot summer wind whipped her hair as she stood atop the bridge. Her pursuers weren’t far behind. She didn’t have many options left. Her wild brown eyes looked up toward the full moon shining brightly in the celestial night sky. “Please forgive me,” she whispered to no one in particular. The footsteps roared behind…
An Enemy of Time? by Zoey Aldridge (Senior)
People always say that when you’re young all you want to do is grow up, but when you’re grown, all you want to do is be young again. It took me a while to understand what they meant. Now, being in my senior year of high school, all I want is to stop growing up….
Archived: Phase Four: In the Beginning by Eliza Bratt (Senior)
Earth looked down upon the world. She looked upon it and saw, and the world shrunk under her gaze. The haze of smoke and black clouds rose, a halo of smog encircling Earth’s head, her dark skin coated in a film of soot, and she saw. What once was colorful and exuberant—thriving with the life…
Archived: Phase 3: But the Very Next Phase, You Gave it Away by Zoey Aldridge (Senior)
Earth Their innocence died. The humans’ affection towards the Earth and her family slowly turned sour with time. Earth tried to ignore it. She wanted to ignore it. She wanted to go back to a time where the humans lived happily with the creatures on the Earth. Where they worked with her and her family…
Archived: Phase Two: The Earth Gave her Heart to the People by Erica Hansen (Senior)
Her sister Sun shined on her creations. The people were happy. They spent their days singing and dancing. The Moon, her father, gazed down at his daughter and her creations. Mother Earth, so kind and so loving. He worried for her sometimes. She gave everything to her creations. Her daughter, the Sea, adored the new…
Archived: Phase One: In the End by Elizabeth Richards (Senior)
Before it truly began, before all of you started to learn time, there was nothing. The expanse was dark, the stars, sun, moon, and planets still missing. And then there was him, the Moon. He, with the new Sky, created the Sun and the Stars first. Then, when their creations had grown and matured, they…
Archived: Over the Ridge by Adas Erskine (Senior)
Author: Adas Erskine Email: aerskine1@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: The Great Lizard by Caitlin Garcia (Senior)
Author: Caitlin Garcia Email: cgarcia32@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: The Grass is Greener by Dana Ordonez Sanchez (Senior)
Author: Dana Ordonez Email: dordonezsanchez@gmail.com Submission: My mother use to take me to the houses on the other side where the rich people lived. A distant paradise where in the front yards stood divinely the white picket fences, And the picket signs with messages of love and hope. “Algún día tendremos una casa así” Perhaps…
Icarus’ Fall by Elizabeth Richards (Senior)
Author: Elizabeth Richards Email: ericha13@aims.edu Submission: They tell you how he fell wax dripping onto unmarred skin and burning it They use it to manipulate to tell you to always listen and tame your curiosity They don’t tell you how the sun loved him enough to let him go How the sea cradled him when…
Still the Sea by Eliza Bratt (Senior)
Author: Eliza Bratt Email: ebratt@greeleyschools.org Submission: Floating on a sea of empty feeling Broken words, Falsified promises, It’s hard to hold this An arabesque of confidence And keep aboard my boat of utter apathy This quantum entanglement is of dread and destiny As idiosyncrasy plagues and weighs upon my soul I stare, the world…
Archived: Royalty by Pricilla Jordan (Senior)
Author: Pricilla Jordan Email: pjordan@greeleyschools.org Submission: Stand there and judge me as if you can feel the petrified emotions of my soul Hear my words, watch them cross straight through your ear drums, The oppressors begging to be oppressed. Watching the weak fight their way to the slightest bit of false freedom, Standing there ripping…
Archived: Chasing the Requiem by Erica Hansen (Senior)
Author: Email: ehansen@greeleyschools.org Submission: Disguised in animosity and briskly walking She boarded the ship The sea gently rocking She could smell adventure in the salty ocean air The constable eyed her strangely As she chewed on her hair She tried to control her breathing Which would have been easier if she hadn’t been grieving The…
Archived: Ichorous Hamartia by Eliza Bratt (Senior)
Author: Eliza Bratt Email: ebratt@greeleyschools.org Submission: Who taught Icarus to run from home? To run to golden arms of unsettling perfection? To hold tight to something so beyond reach it would be his undoing? Did he know? That each second spent would slowly steal the color from his hair? That each kiss would leave a…
Archived: The Devil Went Down to Albuquerque by Zoe Coats (Senior)
Author: Zoe Coats Email: zcoats1@aims.edu Submission: The Devil went down to Albuquerque God knows why He went to the place Where dreams go to die He wore a hooded cloak To bask in his own tenebrosity He took some anger management To fix his animosity The road was long And the cucumber green In Albuquerque…
Archived: The Space Between by Zoe Coats (Senior)
Author: Zoe Coats Email: zcoats1@aims.edu Submission: Inhale. I could wax poetic About how time flies I’d write you a poem Stuffed with decadent lies Doubtless it would rhyme And mimic Dr. Seuss It would sound like a song And taste like an excuse But what would be the point? These words…
Archived: I Don’t Feel Like Writing by Landen Shuey (Senior)
Author: Landen Shuey Email: lshuey@greeleyschools.org Submission: I really don’t feel like writing. I don’t feel like writing… but what could come after that? I don’t feel like writing… properly? I don’t feel like writing… poetry? I don’t feel like writing… in rhymes? I don’t feel like writing foolish lines of my nonsensical mind. So many…
Archived: Turtles by Landen Shuey (Senior)
Author: Landen Shuey Email: lshuey@greeleyschools.org Submission: A world of sea, a conscious concoction of saline aquatics that plagues the mind consistent as a fly. He spoke not of truths, of facades, nor of neutralities, he spoke of what was necessary. “Turtles.” the boy stated. The parents, misunderstanding as always, interpreted such a seemingly unimportant word…
Archived: Burning Cloth by Landen Shuey (Senior)
Author: Landen Shuey Email: lshuey@greeleyschools.org Submission: A napkin? Or was it another word, probably lost to time Yet another piece of erased history, soon before its prime A candle blown out by the sleight of hand An ashen cloth carries itself across the land The spider caws, the crow weaves Soon to be whispered slowly…
Archived: Immortality (Pt 1) by Elizabeth Richards (Senior)
Author: Elizabeth Richards Email: ericha13@aims.edu Submission: What would you do If you knew you couldn’t die? What would you do If you knew your last days Depended on a god willing to let you go? They tell you it’s a blessing To be able to live without fear. They tell you it’s a blessing, A…
Archived: Immortality (Pt 2) by Elizabeth Richards (Senior)
Author: Elizabeth Richards Email: ericha13@aims.edu Submission: Blood spilled on hard ground, A war cry echoes all around. “Blood for the Blood God,” Come the screams. “Blood for the Blood God,” A sacrifice, it seems A man stands among the carnage, Scars decorating his skin like plumage. A sword hangs by his side, Bloodied fingers tightened…
Archived: Frida Khalo by Angel Beckman (Senior)
Author: Angel Beckman Email: abeckman@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Tutti Frutti by Angel Beckman (Senior)
Author: Angel Beckman Email: abeckman@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Sunrise After Snowfall by Tucker Templeman (Senior)
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Archived: Body Confidence by Kaitlynn Stanley (Senior)
Author: Kaitlynn Stanley Email: kstanley1@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Power in Femininity by Kaitlynn Stanley (Senior)
Author: Kaitlynn Stanley Email: kstanley1@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.