A divine Zeus subdues violence, greed, and death to a wooden box. Once released, love could not prosper; humanity began to drive itself to madness. Following evil's flight, the box projected a yelp. This was the voice of hope. Suffering is only endured with this voice, a voice so weak that we question if it is even there. Yet, we continue. This section features artists who took inspiration from their journeys to showcase their growth and unique adventures.
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I went to Istanbul, Turkey in January of 2021. It was one of the most beautiful places I have ever traveled to. It is divided into two sides, one which is Asia and the other is Europe. During my trip, I took this beautiful image of the inside of a mosque called Hagia Sophia.
Marissa Benesa (Junior)
Lee Buell (Senior)
This summer, I was a counselor at a summer camp that I had been going to for about 10 years. This felt to me like letting go of being a child and entering into the next stage of life. While this was a very exciting experience, it was also very anxiety-producing. I wanted to represent these feelings through a series of images representing my experience of childhood, adolescence, and end of childhood while at the camp. These images are showing different locations in the camp throughout different times in the day, and are drawn in art styles that align with the stage of life that each piece was supposed to represent.
Ellen Chibirko (Sophomore)
My inspiration for this poem was twofold - my rage and my love. My rage is directed towards the imperialists, those that believe that erasing entire cultures is a divine right. My love is for those cultures, for those who persisted. "Hindi basta basta" is a Tagalog phrase that roughly translates to "not just any old thing" It always comes to mind when I think of my ancestors as well as the countless people who fought tooth and nail to protect and recliam their identities.
I'm a member of Poetry Club, and at one meeting, I was given the assignment of walking completely around the first floor of the school, listing things I saw, and writing a poem using that list. This poem arose out of that. It was originally shared vocally, at Calliope's poetry/music night.
Amanda Steiner (Sophomore)