“Isolation” by communications freshman Caroline Weiss.
March 2013. Acrylic on canvas. 40 x 30 in.
I smear the ivory powder of my past across my face, paying close attention to cover
How easily the idea that ‘something better’ comes together; With simple addition and change of color.
“Untitled” by mass communication sophomore Tarrah Aroonsakool. December 2012. Watercolor, marker, prisma, coffee, tea, rice, banana paper. 12 x 16 in.
His journey began with a prick from a rose.
Baethan, ten years old, was lying in the grassy field in front of his home, following the streaks of purple and orange in the sky and focusing on the few lone stars that had appeared.
All Baethan could see was white — a vast empty whiteness that seemed to travel on into infinity. He could not feel his arms or legs when he tried to move them.
Baethan’s mind was wakened again. He had eyes once more.
His mind was split in two.
Baethan found his mind completely scattered between no less than 195 people. They were all gathered in a large auditorium, arguing amongst themselves and letting their minds wander.
Baethan felt his subconscious being placed into the mind of a priest who was leading a large group of survivors towards their safe haven.
Five weeks after The Corrupted charged the gate of the prison, the remaining survivors began to waste away.
The girl had bitten into the poisoned apple. The Corruption was consuming her.
Charisma took Baethan’s mind away from the siege that was befalling the prison. The agony of the survivors being slaughtered by The Corrupted was etched into his thoughts.
“My world…has ended?” Baethan asked Charisma.
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