JOURNAL OF VISUAL ARTS AND CREATIVE WRITING

LYNCHBURG COLLEGE |

JOURNAL OF VISUAL ARTS AND CREATIVE WRITING

LYNCHBURG COLLEGE |

Art Director & Editor I Edgar Reyes Associate Editor I David Dale

Assistant Editors I Mike Charles & Ella Schwarz Faculty Advisors I Ursula Bryant & Delane Karalow

Literary Advisor I Laura Marello

Art Directors Note

Copyright 2012 Art Department, Lynchburg College First North American serial rights revert back to the authors after publication

With the second edition of the Aurous we wanted to continue with the idea of simplicity. We also wanted our layout to complement the artwork and serve as a showcase for Lynchburg Colleges great talent. Our purpose was to high-light those individuals who have succeeded both in the visual arts and creative writing. We hope to inspire others to achieve great success like those who have been recognized in this edition. To me, art is a manner in which ideas and inspi-rations can be shared among individuals. Art is the basis for nearly all cultures and ties together all humans with a universal language. I hope this issue will serve as memento of what Lynchburg College students have to offer.

Table Of Contents

Cover Art: Untitled Edgar Reyes, Digital-illustration

David Dale, Doll Series 03 Hannah Mobley, MountainsEdgar Reyes, AccordionEmma Kinsey, Just for a MomentKatherine Zvara, ParasiteBrian Wilcox, Rebel Without a Cause Brian WIlcox, High Noon, Breakfast at TiffanysKristin Lynch, Man in the BasementCorrin Jasinski, UntitledKelsey Hoffman, UntitledShannon Brockley, Picasso StudyMike Charles, UntitledKristin Lynch, Winter MorningEdgar Reyes, Reel Reform DCKathleen Thompson, UntitledKatherine Zvara, KyrgyzstanTrey Crockett, Self-portraitBrooke Fremeau, Pluvia PackagingElla Schwarz, 8 oclock SmokeDavid Dale, ContainedMike Charles, Character-iIlustration Christina Ball, Pyramids Travis Anderson, Cookout, GoneAlyssa Romejko, Love ForeverLindsey Sullivan, Where Im From Grace Mattox, Cathedral, San Souci CourtyardSam Stires, Van Gogh StudyKathleen Thompson, UntitledHeather Dodge, StationeryTyler Burford, SkullsDeanna Hodge, Anatomy of Type

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Doll Series 03 David DaleDigital Photography

Mountains Hannah Mobley

Soapstone

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Just for a MomentEmma Kinsey

I will remembersunlight streamingthrough morning

clouds; warm bodiesembracing; faces buriedagainst October wind.Casual conversation:

a single look,a simple touch, igniting

like a spark on the tracks below.Palms and lips

pressed together;temporary goodbyesmimic true partings

in retreating steps, yet even as you fade away,

I cant seemto let you go.

Accordion Edgar Reyes Digital Photography

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Parasite Katherine Zvara Digital Photography

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Rebel Without a Cause, High Noon, Breakfast at Tiffanys Brian WilcoxGraphic Design

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Man in the BasementKristin Lynch

He did not care

that the cucumbers in his fridgeslimed over or that his wife,

unnerved by the emptiness in his glare,packed the children and left to

live with someone else. He did not care

about the ketchup stainsplattered down his shirt

or the greasebuilt up in his unwashed hair.

He did not careto mend the damaged

window, shatteredby the branch of adismembered oak. He did not care

that hisworthless

old Nissan had called it quitsand would no

longer start whenhe jammed the key in the ignition.

He did not carethat he had knotted old

shoelaces toform the noose or thatit could be days before

they found him.None of these things bothered

him, not one.

Untitled Corrin Jasinski

Digital Photography

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Untitled Corrin Jasinski

Digital Photography

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Untitled Kelsey HoffmanIndia Ink

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Picasso Study Shannon Brockley Acrylic on Cavas

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Untitled Mike Charles Digital Photography

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Winter MorningKristin Lynch

Less is green and more is damp when early morning wakens the back yard. My

bare toes jolt with surprise from the cool-ness of the earthy lawn. All night the land back

here waited for breath from the sun; all night it chilled and waited.

Now, with the sun just alive, I sit in the yard and think I am alone. Fat little birds

swoop from low-hanging bristled branch-es, and peck goofily into the soil. Do their beaks

ever get too cold for pecking? or their delicate feet? They chatter with one another and

wander off to some place less exciting.

More interesting to me now than the birds are all the bits of rusting pipe cuttingout from the gentle slope to my right,

gnarled, chipped, and made weak by years of

natures habits. They arent welcome, those pipes, but nothing is hurried away by soil.

Slowly, after ants retreat and earthworms find no value, these pipes will continue to settle

into the grasses and out of human sight. From there, a stalemate, earth versus pipeline,

and who knows how long it will last. As irritated as the ground might be, it always takes

its time.

Seven ugly vultures lift their ugly bodies from a gnarled old oak tree, one by one.

They soar and cross each others paths in figure eights, and draw nearer, low, and close

I hear their feathers click in the cold, pale air. They are up to something. Maybe a carcass

lies somewhere nearby, the body of some little furry animal too slow to make it across

the street before a car came buzzing along. More of the dark heavy birds come swooping

in like a plague. These birds wait for death and feed on it. The weight of their bodies in

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the thin morning air presses down on me, making me feel like a target or their next meal.

I do not want to be around when they find what they are looking for.

Eventually the vultures drift away, collect-ing themselves in a patch of sky miles

from here, but still in sight. I close my eyes. I feel the faraway sun flitting down and I

think of August, half a year away. The August sun is insatiable. She takes center stage

and demands to be seen, leaving no room for vultures beneath her rays. Tired things that

lay sleeping now, ivies and dogwoods and zucchini plants, stand tall in August and

applaud the sun, reach up and laugh in the chorus of light and warmth. For now the sun is

weary and distant, a half-hearted re-minder of whats to come.

Sounds travel in ribbons through the hills of this town. With eyes still closed I let

them come to me from all directions. Some roll in like lapping waters on the

shore of a steady lake: the far-off current of city cars is constant and surprisingly calm; the lazy

rhythm of the fir trees floats softly around my ears. The bark of a happy dog keeps time

as a man down the street hammers some-thing into something, producing a tinny melody.

The broken-up words of Led Zeppelin saunter through the breeze from a neigh-bors

garage: thanks to you, Im much obliged for such a pleasant stay, but now its time for me

to go.

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Reel Reform DC Edgar Reyes

Graphic Design

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Untitled Kathleen ThompsonAternative Process

Kyrgyzstan Katherine Zvara

Aternative Process

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Self-portrait Trey Crockett Charcoal

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Pluvia Packaging Brooke Fremeau Graphic Design

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8 oclock Smoke Ella Schwarz

His pupils circumference contracted as he drifted to the familiar street corner.

Underwear and pants slowly defrost on their wires be-tween buildings.

5o clock awakening. 6 oclock coffee. 7 oclock work. 8 oclock smoke.

Here, routine is God. Religion is schedule.

Time enveloped every Danville body encompassed in a winter coat.

8 oclock. He steps onto his pristine alabaster throne and

Contemplates. The smoke wrapped around his felt hat, constricting his thoughts.

What time is it?

Here, routine is God. Religion is schedule.

A brown-bagged hand brushed the smokers shoulder.

Cah-klunk. Polished shoes hit the sidewalk.

Where had that man come from?

Here, this is not routine. This passing is not schedule.

Sha-sha. The Smokers legs crossed in confusion.

He turned his view from the passing man, looked straight into the lense of the camera.

Snap. Smooth as olive oil, History is recorded.

Here, this is no more routine. This is not schedule.

This is Change.

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Contained David DaleDigital Photography

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Character-iIlustration Mike Charles Graphic Design

Pyramids Christina Ball

Acrylic on Cavas

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Cookout, Gone Travis Anderson

Graphite on Paper

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Love Forever Alyssa Romejko Digital Photogtaphy

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Where Im From Lindsey Sullivan

I am from travelersFrom people that never stayed long

I am from the south where traditions die slowlyI am from the blueberry bushes

And the tomato plants that have long lived in my grandmothers garden

I am from strict rules and linesFrom the forceful finger passed down from my grandfather

I am from the planes that my father fixedAnd from the boats that my grandfather sailed

I am from two fighting nationsWhos battles stem from religion

I am from my mother and my fatherWhos blood runs in my veinsHanging in my review mirror

is a cross that defines meI am from the Father that created me.

Love Forever Alyssa Romejko Digital Photogtaphy

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Cathedral, San Souci Courtyard Grace Mattox Cyanotype

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Van Gogh Study Sam Stires Charcoal

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Untitled Kathleen ThompsonPermanent Marker

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Stationery Heather Dodge Graphic Design

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Skulls Tyler Burford

Digital-illustration

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meanline

caplineserif

counter

counter

apex

AnatomyofType

baseline

x-height

ascender - part of a lowercase character that extends above the x-height

arm - an upper stroke that is attached on one end but free on the other

apex - the top of the uppercase A

baseline - line upon which most letters sit

bowl - curved stroke which creates an enclosed space within a character

leg - a lower stroke that is attached on one end but free on the other

bowl

capline - line marking the height of uppercase letters within a font

crossbar - horizontal line connecting two strokes of a letter form

descender - part of a character that descends below the baseline

ear - small stroke that projects from the top of the lowercase g

eye - enclosed space in the lowercase e

ligature - two or more letters combined into one character

meanline - establishes the height of the body of the lowercase letters

ligature

descender

eye

crossbar

ear

shoulder bowl

arm

ascender

leg

serif

stem

stem

serif - the projections extending off the main strokes of the characters of serif typefaces. shoulder - the

curved stroke of the h, m, or n

stem - a straight vertical stroke or the main diago-nal stroke in a character with no verticals

x-height - the height of the lowercase letters, specifically the lowercase x

leg

counter - the partially or fully enclosed space within a character

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meanline

caplineserif

counter

counter

apex

AnatomyofType

baseline

x-height

ascender - part of a lowercase character that extends above the x-height

arm - an upper stroke that is attached on one end but free on the other

apex - the top of the uppercase A

baseline - line upon which most letters sit

bowl - curved stroke which creates an enclosed space within a character

leg - a lower stroke that is attached on one end but free on the other

bowl

capline - line marking the height of uppercase letters within a font

crossbar - horizontal line connecting two strokes of a letter form

descender - part of a character that descends below the baseline

ear - small stroke that projects from the top of the lowercase g

eye - enclosed space in the lowercase e

ligature - two or more letters combined into one character

meanline - establishes the height of the body of the lowercase letters

ligature

descender

eye

crossbar

ear

shoulder bowl

arm

ascender

leg

serif

stem

stem

serif - the projections extending off the main strokes of the characters of serif typefaces. shoulder - the

curved stroke of the h, m, or n

stem - a straight vertical stroke or the main diago-nal stroke in a character with no verticals

x-height - the height of the lowercase letters, specifically the lowercase x

leg

counter - the partially or fully enclosed space within a character

Anatomy of Type Deanna Hodge Graphic Design