We were here.

We roamed these halls, found solace within the rooms filled with paint and clay and cameras and metal, we learned to love the pigment stained, concrete floors with years and years of their witnessing other art students do the same. Our individual stories and minds guided us through our own artistic explorations, from intrigue in mythological creatures to struggles withmental health to the beautful landscapes of the world to playful surrealism, we found a way to tell our stories. To express our passion for art through our unique perspectives and mediums.These walls watched us struggle, watched us succeed, watched us cry, smile, get overly excited over new art supplies. 

They watched our facess light up as we envisioned our masterpieces coming to life and witnessed moments of furious ardor in attempts to materilize the concepts dwelling just behind our eyes. They knew we were here. They will always know that we were here.