Have you even been so exhausted that nothing else seems to matter? It starts with a plane ride from your hometown to a small airport in Georgia, then a long bus ride to an island. This starts the most unconventional all-expense paid 13-week vacation. If you want to call it that. The yelling starts as…
Galleries
Giants Above by Gabriel Herberer
Biography: Hello, I’m Gabriel Heberer. I can’t say I am at AIMS for one particular reason, and that’s exactly why I’ve found it helpful. Right now I am about get a LAA degree. Photography is something I have recently become involved in and it has been incredibly fun for me. So much so that I…
As the Aspen Grove Sways by Gabriel Heberer
Biography: Hello, I’m Gabriel Heberer. I can’t say I am at AIMS for one particular reason, and that’s exactly why I’ve found it helpful. Right now I am about get a LAA degree. Photography is something I have recently become involved in and it has been incredibly fun for me. So much so that I…
Portrait of My Grandma by Saw Say
Biography: My name is Saw, and I am pursuing a major in studio art at Aims. My passion for art has been a driving force in my life, but it wasn’t until I enrolled in a drawing class at Aims that I truly solidified my career path. I enjoy working across various media and exploring…
Ruiz by Saw Say
Biography: My name is Saw, and I am pursuing a major in studio art at Aims. My passion for art has been a driving force in my life, but it wasn’t until I enrolled in a drawing class at Aims that I truly solidified my career path. I enjoy working across various media and exploring…
Sisyphus by Saw Say
Biography: My name is Saw, and I am pursuing a major in studio art at Aims. My passion for art has been a driving force in my life, but it wasn’t until I enrolled in a drawing class at Aims that I truly solidified my career path. I enjoy working across various media and exploring…
Legend of Gilgamesh by Saw Say
Biography: My name is Saw, and I am pursuing a major in studio art at Aims. My passion for art has been a driving force in my life, but it wasn’t until I enrolled in a drawing class at Aims that I truly solidified my career path. I enjoy working across various media and…
Karen (Myanmar) by Saw Say
Biography: My name is Saw, and I am pursuing a major in studio art at Aims. My passion for art has been a driving force in my life, but it wasn’t until I enrolled in a drawing class at Aims that I truly solidified my career path. I enjoy working across various media and exploring…
Space Invaders by Marian Hesse
Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it was only a few small cowering in the shadow of the water tower in the 1970’s. The classes covered liberal arts core requirements at the University of Northern Colorado where she majored in…
Water Tower Reflection by Marian Hesse
‘ Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims when it was only a few small cowering in the shadow of the water tower in the 1970’s. The classes covered liberal arts core requirements at the University of Northern Colorado where she majored in…
Master Copy by Bruce Barrie
Biography: To observe, to see, and to do are the everyday ways of experiencing my life. I began a journey filled with music when I started to learn the trumpet at age nine. The pursuit of music has been a strong adventure for many years. It has taken me everywhere- 50 states and 14 foreign…
Found In Far Away Places by Phillip Lara
Biography: My name is Phillip Lara, I usually go by Phil. I currently work in food services at Aims Community College. I graduated from Aims in the spring of 2023 with a video editing and television production degree. My goal as a landscape photographer is to bring my stories to life in hopes to…
Embracing Holidays, Even In Turmoil by Joshua Molina
Biography: I was inspired to take this picture while strolling around Downtown Greeley and taking in the recently upgraded holiday light installation. I stopped to notice that the American Flag was at half-staff, something that’s only seem during times of national mourning. I was astounded by the contrast between the sadness being projected by the…
Target by Lynn Cornelius
Hand-woven tapestry; dyed silk, rayon, cotton; 10″ x 10″. Biography: I found my way to Aims by way of the arts. With a BA in Art History and an MFA in Fine Arts in Fibers, I’ve taught various art disciplines at the college level for over fifteen years. My career has been driven by my…
Between Black and White by Lynn Cornelius
Hand-woven tapestry; dyed silk, cotton, rayon; 10″ x 10″. Biography: I found my way to Aims by way of the arts. With a BA in Art History and an MFA in Fine Arts in Fibers, I’ve taught various art disciplines at the college level for over fifteen years. My career has been driven by my…
Squaring the Circle by Lynn Cornelius
Hand-woven tapestry, hand-dyed cotton, silk, rayon; 10″ x 10″. Biography: I found my way to Aims by way of the arts. With a BA in Art History and an MFA in Fine Arts in Fibers, I’ve taught various art disciplines at the college level for over fifteen years. My career has been driven by my…
Lonely by Dave Sordi
Biography: In January 2022, I moved here from New Hampshire to join the Aims Industrial Technologies and Oil & Gas programs. My career has been spent in industry and engineering, in which my creative side was not always of particular importance. Writing poetry and developing my photography allows me to explore my creative side. In…
Somewhere Far, Someplace Near by Wyatt Hester
Outside, birds were chirping, but I couldn’t hear them. The open window only allowed inside the noise of urban nightmares and machinery hard at work. Weeks, or maybe even months, of unopened mail and dirty dishes had found themselves accumulating around my apartment, giving me the feeling as though the gray walls were closing in…
Run by Emily Lopez
I wake up to the smell of flowers blooming around me. Endless blue skies with birds chirping a tune and hearing faint laughter. I look around to figure out where the laughter is coming from, then I see my family chasing one another through the fields of wildflowers and our dogs barking with joy. I…
Seen 9:43 PM by Jesse Ramirez
Nick checked his phone again. He had three bars and a strong signal. But his home screen was still empty. He opened it looking back at his messages. There were three from him in a row. They were all seen last night at 9:43 PM. Nick sighed, clicked the phone off, and put it back…
The First Batling by Emily Clemmons
Long ago, okay, or maybe not so long ago lies a small town called Moonlight. On the surface, it appears like any other sort of town with a general store, a gas station, a mayor’s office, oh and don’t forget the church. A quaint little town. In the center of this town, however, is a…
The Clown by Annessah Ramsey
Biography: I like digging into the creepier side of things sometimes when drawing digitally. I made this piece using Adobe Photoshop and am very proud of how it turned out.
Into the Deep Blue by Kat Smith
Biography: My name is Kat Smith and I’m an artist aiming to be a tattoo artist. Art is a huge aspect of my life and I have my grandma Susan to thank for it. She got me into painting and drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil and now I’m here. She helped…
Ogreific and Crowltastic by Kat Smith
Biography: My name is Kat Smith and I’m an artist aiming to be a tattoo artist. Art is a huge aspect of my life and I have my grandma Susan to thank for it. She got me into painting and drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil and now I’m here. She helped…
I’m not one to air my dirty laundry in public. by Charis Fleshner
Biography: Being an art professor has always been my dream job and Aims gave me that opportunity. Art is how I process life with all of its highs, lows, complexities, and contradictions. Art means everything to me. Although I am a conceptual artist and work in many different mediums, I truly enjoy the technical challenges…
Lúthien by Amelie Banks
Biography: I started my first semester at Aims last fall and I plan to continue taking art and English classes here. This piece was one of my projects for Jewelry and Metalworking 1. Working with metal as a medium instead of paint or paper collage was a bit out of my comfort zone because of…
Trixie Mattel by Ashlen Livingston
Biography: I’ve been attending Aims since 2022 and have greatly enjoyed my classes and professors. The drawing Trixie Mattel was done in my Drawing 1 class with Mr. Luna. My inspiration for this piece came from the art form of drag, and more specifically, RuPual’s Drag Race. I think drag is a beautiful expressive outlet…
Crimson Gaze by Kat Smith
Biography: My name is Kat Smith and I’m an artist aiming to be a tattoo artist. Art is a huge aspect of my life and I have my grandma Susan to thank for it. She got me into painting and drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil and now I’m here. She helped…
Vortex by Angela Dunn
Biography: Hello, My name is Angela Dunn I am a part-time student. Below is one of my paintings. This is my largest painting and is about 3ft in diameter. It is acrylic paint on what is essentially plastic. Most of the paintings I do are on recycled drum heads which is useful and provides a…
The Truth Of A Burning World by Kyleston J Bran
People try hard To see the true card But life is just a prison That goes down rea far Another one’s tale Is another one’s gain But when the tail ends So does other people’s game Emotion impacts all But not all that are good People don’t see the true curse Of the world being…
Loss by Marian Hesse
Trapped in a body I cannot flee My mind yearning to be free The teeth of age ingest the remaining fragments of my mind The loss I cannot feel The joys that pass me by Biography: Marian Hesse is a professional musician actively involved in writing and photography. Marian began taking classes at Aims…
The Hungry Dog by Kylie Krise
The dog lays and listens As the people walk by Wondering when some food would drop To fill his empty body.
Greality by Liz Webb
The September haze rolls in, a cold hold on the valley. Trees twist through cumulous forms, grocery bag braids hang below. The decades contained in a single day sing in one refrain; Greality’s thoughtless Xerox machine is fixed on an endless page. This September day, the same as the next, the same as the last,…
I am I am I am by Brooke Capuano (Aims Review Literary Award Winner)
I am from unfolded laundry. In piles in the dark, swept under the rug, but you should not acknowledge either. Not the rug, nor the laundry. I am from mildew and stale air. But I am cotton that is warm and water that flows in the gutter. I am what wallows in the…
Promise by Kim Spurny
I want to be intrigued And need to feel desire My future is my decision Not my families to conspire Life can be tough Others try to have a say But to satisfy others You let your dreams go astray Promise to yourself you will grow In both mind and in life In what you…
Love’s Endurance by Sarah Liess
In shadows, love resides with a troubled soul, A dance of emotions, a battle untold. Silent tears and whispers, in darkness we hide, Bound by affection, our souls intertwine. Oh, how love endures when the fiend takes its hold, An addict’s chaos, a tale to be told. With trembling hands, they chase the sweetest lie,…
A God of Destruction and Beauty by Katie Aguirre Castaneda
The blue sky slowly darkened. The air thickened and became vile. The birds flew away as the clouds grew grey. A roar rumbled through the ground. A sweet scent of fire and smoke filled the young woman. The air grew musty and grey. The smoke choked her as she shed a few tears. The sweet…
The Man Who Lives in the Fairy Gardens by Renate Petitt
The most creative person I ever knew was a man of innovation. He could construct a dollhouse zipline out of blades of grass, and would do so just to see his daughter smile. He taught me that the box is dull, it’s better to think outside of it. Imagination resembles a tree with endless fruitage:…
Frankenstein’s Folly by Renate Petitt
In the realm of the dank forgotten, a creature was born, forsaken by pride. Eyes flickering with hollow loneliness, a symphony of scars etched deeply, the pain shows. A personage stitched of sinew, raw and untainted, a patchwork of horrors, a tale intertwined. A scientist’s creation, cast out by fate, rejected by mankind, returned to…
War by Zachary Padilla
Content Warning for self-harm. If you are experiencing a mental health crisis, thoughts of self-harm, or other emotional distress, please call the 988 crisis line for support. Somedays It feels crazy, to want to be alive Like all around me is the smell of death As if God looks down on me as…
Deep Thoughts by Connor J. Fellinger
With only seconds to spare, and mere seconds to think; As your fears begin to rise, and you don’t stop to blink, Your mind starts to race- only stopped by a crack. As you look up to gaze upon a broken-up mast. In fear for your life, you run down below deck- But to…
The King’s Apple by Zachary Powell
Once long ago, in a forgotten land much like our own, lay the old town of Vale. Vale lay cradled in a small vast valley, filled with great rolling hills interlocked with lazy, winding rivers and modest lakes filled with brisk, crystal-clear waters. All throughout the realm lay a plethora of apple trees as far…
A Trip to The Mountains by Katie Aguirre Castaneda
The little girl sat in the backseat of the jeep. The tires spinning and turning as the car pushed forward. The cool summer breeze blew against her, as her shoulder length hair flew around in the wind. The little girl bickered with her older brother as the jeep followed the curvy road. Her parents sitting…
Archived: The Epic of Gilgamesh: (but also) The Pick of Destiny by Kelsey Osthoff
Let he who rocks the hardest, let him teach them how to roll; He who all melodies possesses should teach all the students; He shall impart his tasty riffs, and so they share it together. Gilgamesh was the best guitar player in all the lands. He was the undisputed King of The Six String, but…
Archived: Circle of Loss by Phillip Muniz
Everyone knew not to look at the trees for too long. Stories had been passed down in the village of Anuria for longer than anyone could remember about the Forest. How it held everything together and about the Veil that separated our world from the Other. Everyone had their own idea about what the “Other…
Archived: The Last Light by Emma Serrano
“Care for some tea?” a small cup was placed in front of Anthony, the motion breaking him from his momentary trance, “It’s honeybush tea. I made it myself.” Anthony glanced between steaming the cup and the silver-haired male sitting across from him, “No, thank you.” he replied, slightly pushing the cup away to instate his…