pronounced: ˈī-ˈwit-nəs

moments you wished were captured on camera from a memory you want to relive all over again, I was there I saw it and this is the documentation of it.

6/19/19

It’s senior year and you are now faced with a hard decision of choosing between if you are graduating to study abroad and continue the years of you’re life wondering what could of been in college or working a 9-5 part time job asking…

“What’s next”

Models:

Amari Edwards

Niki Liu

Amy NewBurg

Natasha levy

Hunter Brown

1/4/19

“Public Display of Affection”

Models:

Spencer Williams

Shemar Jordan

Tim Bullock

Abby Godfredson

Allison Cannaday

Marcus J. Booth

Doug Carlson

Maas

Gabby

Abbi

chapter one
Today I met a boy. He stole my heart, and now he won’t give it back. It happened on a cold February morning in 2017 when I dropped my books while getting onto the bus. But that’s not the unusual part- the next thing that happened was. I’d never really noticed him until then. Yes, I’d seen him around school, but never him. The way his lip tugged towards the upper left when he was helping me collect my books, or how his eyes crinkled when he laughed because I almost dropped my books… again. Throughout the day I find my mind which is usually filled with thoughts of my upcoming tasks now invaded by something much more time consuming. Him.
sw xoxo
chapter two
I see him everywhere I go. It’s not purposely, of course. But when I walk into a room and I hear a voice, I know it’s his. When I’m heading to my next class and someone calls my name, it’s him. Our encounters are short but brief, leaving me to fill in the gaps. I sit idly recounting the moments he’s looked into my eyes, touched my hands, and made me feel visible. I know these small things have not even passed through his mind twice, but they’ve been on mine all day.
It’s now been over a month of the cat and mouse chase. I’ve come to the conclusion that he does care, but there’s something holding him back. He’s popular, I’m not; he has outstandingly good looks, mine are average; he excels at every sport he plays, I watch from the sidelines. Then one evening after an intense game, you followed me to my car….
sw xoxo
chapter three
We went on a date. And another, and another, and another. Not some spectacular showy events where we try to impress each other by lavishly spending loads of money, but something different. We walked around the park until we find a spot to sit and talk for hours about the things that interest us most. We ride around from sunset until the moon has fully risen in silence, or enjoying our favorite music. We sit at the local cafe and work together on projects. My mind is content knowing that the true joy in our relationship comes from our time spent together, not just the activities we do. It never gets old; every time he looks into my eyes it’s the same feelings as when I dropped my books on that cold February morning.
sw xoxo
chapter four
It’s now fall. My heart still leaps at the sight of him, but something is different. The whispering in the hallways is no longer silent and the glances have now become looks. Instead of wrapping me up in one of those body crushing hugs when he sees me, there is now a hesitation. White boards are now stained with untrue words. Bathroom mirrors bleed profanities from an anonymous mouth. The silence we once sat so comfortably in was now encroached with an air of uncertainty.
sw xoxo
chapter five
The puzzle broke. The glass shattered. The walls caved in. All of these represent the day that he told me we couldn’t be seen together anymore because of the things people were saying. But here’s the irony- all the false accusations that were flooding the halls and everywhere I went were not from my own mouth, but his. The things he told people spiraled out of control into unfathomable stories created to dilute my image. Maybe if I had seen the fire, I would have been able to put it out. Now I’m left to pick up the pieces.
sw xoxo
chapter six
Fire- a type of symbolism I can firmly stand behind. Because in fact, I was fire and he was ice. My fire gives me the strength to incinerate the communication barrier which his ice endlessly freezes each time. There’s only so much a fire can incinerate before the flames suffocate and disappear.
The flames lick the corner of the page. Each ink inscribed word vanishes and the fire steadily follows it’s warpath. With each memory that the smoke consumes, the air becomes denser.
sw xoxo
chapter seven
All the words unspoken sit in a pool in my lap. It’s kind a beautiful, in a twisted way. Seeing the fragments of my mind displayed in a way which people can view is exhilarating. With every second that passes I become more and more disconnected from my body. Is this really my story? Do I have a right to claim the suffering which so many people go through as my own? My body fights my mind and my mind fights my body as this universally claimed emotion overwhelms every fiber in my being.
Then my perspective changes.
sw xoxo
chapter eight
I let the water put out my flames. As the water washes away each of those memories, it is also erasing the negativity from my mind. A clean canvas is being created. The caged glass shower is blurred with steam, and the only sound is the water saturating all that is inside. Sometimes to heal a bone properly it must be broken- this is when I broke.
sw xoxo
chapter nine
it is the beginning of the end. My fire had purged the hesitations which were holding me back, then the water awoke a spirit in me which I had thought was lost. He is no longer the factor which makes me grow, I nourish myself. I am now the potter of the clay of my mind. I could have stayed broken, using glue in the form of parties and artificial friends to hold me together; but I fought. I changed the very essence of my being. And now, I thrive. I am art.
The end.
sw xoxo

5/29/19

“Relationship Status”
The idea that social media is controlling
behaviors between lovers and turning
them into the latest post or status
to be shared all over the world instead of between one another in this generation
amongst us from the teens “happily”
in a committed relationship with each other
single & ready to mingle
or stuck in the middle
of a complicated situation.

Models:

Doug Carlson

Amy NewBurg

Kyle Crosby

Niki Liu

Somer Ann

Jayden Mitchell

Shemar Jordan

Haley Dixon

Jon Jones

Jasmine S.

12/15/18

“Brainwashed”

In this era we are becoming more and more wired to what we see on the screens in front of us instead of what’s actually in front of us, so take a moment to put down your cellphone turn off your television and don’t let the media brainwash you.

Models:

Allison Cannaday

Savanna P.

5/29/19

“Field of Freedom“

This is a place of sacred turmoil
a location were my ancestors
have been enslaved and lost their
right to be their own person
based upon the complexion of
their skin, but what I am showing
here is that I can take away that
negative construct or belief
that is derived from a time period
In history where equality wasn’t seen
as the humane thing to worship
and reframe it with joy, laughter and
the beauty of seeing all people
treated as one with the same
fabric of cotton they hold amongst them
in this field of freedom.

Models:

Roberto C.

Amy NewBurg

Skylar S.

Summer P.

Thomas L.

11/7/18

de·fine me
dəˈfīn/
verb
1. I’m not going to be constricted to
what you believe of me through word of mouth. Will not be identified by false names, the color of my skin, whoever I believe made man on earth or woman.
I am me and will be known through my art.

Models:

Amy NewBurg

Jana Palmiter

1/28/16

“Justice For Trayvon”

In a time where the world seems to be losing more and more people to police brutality we are tired of it and how it’s affecting the lives of everyone on this planet with a darker complexion who are scared to even go to the store now and buy a Arizona tea and a bag of skittles it shouldn’t be like this and WE WANT JUSTICE.

Models:

Shemar J.

Logan E.

2/19/17

“Magritte’s The Lovers”

The Lovers, or Les Amants. Magritte painted these in the summer of 1928. Each painting depicts a couple, the title implies they are in love, only the couple has their faces obscured by white sheets. The paintings present to the observer a moment in time. In the moment the lovers appear to be tender and passionate, posing either cheek to cheek, embracing in a kiss or standing closely at each other’s side. It is rumored to believe the paintings were inspired by the suicide of Magritte’s mother, Regina Bertinchamp.

Models:

Landon M.

Haley P.

5/18/17

“The American Dream”

What is the end goal for you? What are you searching for out of this life and where exactly does you’re happiness reach its true potential once you’ve found all you’ve been looking for that question can be answered right here…

Models:

Landon M.

Alyssa R.

9/26/16

“Painting is Hard”

A rendition of how we really are the art that should be valued more than the actual canvas itself .

Models:

Jordan Phillips

Painter:

Slayton Alexander

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