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Shellsea n Tatiana Shryock
Boy n Rebecca Harrington
SCSO n Rebecca Harrington
Count of Monte Cristo's... n Brooke Cardoza
Clockwork n Timothy Bahr
Bloody Mess n Brooke Cardoza
Den of Shadows Series n Rachel Kelly
The Blueprint of Type n Timothy Bahr
The Paramour at Rest n Erica Piña
OH! n Katrina Smith
Torn Apart n Ana Baird
Divergent Series n Mallory Schenach
Robber n Dani Turner
Lancer Evolution n Rachel Kelly
Mumford & Sons n Rebecca Harrington
Old Favors are Soon Forgotten n Dani Turner
Diverge Apparel Packaging n Mallory Schenach
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Broken Guitar n Jenna S. Wise
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Porcelain (Touch) n Matthew Dillon
An Observation n Luke Tilley
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Burning Out n Russell James
What Lies Ahead n Margaret Knapp
A Day in the Library n Cassie Winter
Oscar Rules the Roost n Jessica Goodwin
Behind the Mask n Russell James
Café n William Austin
Shipping Light n William Austin
Shadows n Marsha Stewart
Anya Film Noir n Daniel McCreight
Shane n Karly Thomas
Kyle Jam Sessions n Daniel McCreight
Reflection n Russell James
A Yellowstone Morning n Cassie Winter
Return to Port n William Austin
Lighting the Way n Layna Hendrich
Rusty Blue n William Austin
Fade Away n Terah Hahn
Whisper in the Shadows n Russell James
End of the World n Cassie Winter
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Mourning the Loss of Innocence n Katrina Smith
Seascape Escape n Brooke Cardoza
Life Drawing n Katrina Smith
Les Miserable n Kate Woodward
French Girl n Dani Turner
Yoked n Dani Turner
Panic at the Disco n Rachel Kelly
Dominatrix n Brooke Cardoza
Beet n Rebecca Harrington
Pictograph Mugs n Katrina Fillerup
Chevy Illustration n Mallory Schenach
Stalks n Tatiana Shryock
Volleyball Acheivement n Kelly Blank
Ugandan Worker n Katrina Smith
Fruit Poster n Cassie Capellen
Snow White and the Fox n Erica Piña
The Corpse n Erica Piña
Let the Games Begin! n Alyssa M. Bessey
Mokkyung Gayageum n Daniel McCreight
Montana Ale Works n Nikayla Cooper
Christmas in the City n Nikayla Cooper
Dollhouse n Lacosta Davis
Hunt for Infrared October n Hannah Hogan
Enveloped by a Passion n Margaret Knapp
Sugar and Spice n Hannah Hogan
Yellowstone Norris Springs n Layna Hendrich
Hootie n Alyssa M. Bessey
FrankenApple n Cassie Winter
Noir Red n Marisa Garfine
Silverware n Alyssa M. Bessey
The Yellow Brick Wall n Layna Hendrich
Weathered n Russell James
A New Life to Start n Jordon Busking
The Bridgers From Montana n Nikayla Cooper
Imagination n Layna Hendrich
Sticks and Stones n Terah Hahn
Tempest n Cassie Winter
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§Burning OutRussell JamesPhotography
§ShellseaTatiana ShryockClay
§BoyRebecca HarringtonBook Cover
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§What Lies AheadMargaret KnappPhotography
§Broken GuitarJenna S. WisePoetry
His worn old hands gracefully touch at the broken guitar
It had been with him for years and had gone through many things
Together they had experience love, loss, and the small things
He found the guitar by pure chance
It had been discarded
Its strings twisted and snapped
Its body dulled and broken down
But that’s not what he had seen
He had seen the fine wood finish
The hand designed textures
The story it held within its frame
He remembered the day he first took it into his hands
It fit like it had been made specifically for him
Some told him to find a better guitar
But he scoffed at their ignorance
For you see to him there was no better guitar
The song he strung out was the one that lived in his heart
Oh for how long he had waited to find this guitar
He couldn’t dream of what his life would be like
If he hadn’t picked it up that day
Gently his worn hands run over the aged guitar
Nobody will ever understand their story
But that’s what made it so beautiful
Together they had experienced life
Together they had triumphed the dark times
This guitar was his friend and love
Always there by his side
He gently laid it down on the comforter of his bed
And laid down next to it
He gently laid his hand on its wooden body
The feeling comforting and familiar
The music they had created would carry into the generations
He smiled as his eyes twinkled
As his mind took him down the memories this beautifully crafted piece held
He sighed and let a small tear fall
It was not of pain but the only way he could express his love and joy
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§SCSORebecca HarringtonDigital Illustration
This guitar had saved his life
And he wished he could have done more to fix it
But he couldn’t fathom why he would fix something he didn’t think was truly broken
Perhaps to others
But he was just as broken
It had been a perfect match
He closed his eyes
Hearing the guitar’s song one last time
And he found it to be the most beautiful sound
Slowly his eyes closed
And his hand clasped his old broken guitar
And as his tired body let go of this world
The guitar seemed to die with him
He said he wished to be cremated
And to make sure that his guitar went with him
For he couldn’t bear to live without it
And so on that warm summer day
His children released the ashes
Of their father
And his favorite guitar
And as the warm wind picked up
They all swore they could hear his uplifting laughter
As the song they had all grown accustomed to hearing
Began playing in the area that surrounded them
They all smiled at each other
Grateful for the lesson
That had been taught to them by their father
And that beautiful broken guitar
They learned that just because something was broken
Didn’t make it any less of value
In fact it gave it a personality
And a beauty most couldn’t see
But he had seen it in that guitar
And all his life carried it along
It wasn’t always easy, sometimes he had grown frustrated
But no matter what kept the guitar close
Others couldn’t fathom
But they understood
The story between their father
And his broken guitar.
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§A Day at the LibraryCassie WinterPhotography
§Count of MonteCristo's Insanity
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§Oscar Rules the RoostJessica GoodwinPhotography
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§Bloody MessBrooke CardozaPlaster, feathers,paint, and wire §Den of Shadows Series
Rachel KellyBook Cover
§ClockworkTimothy BahrIllustration
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§The Blueprint of TypeTimothy BahrTypography
§Behind the MaskRussell JamesPhotography
§CaféWilliam AustinPhotography
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§OH!Katrina SmithOil
§The Paramour at RestErica PiñaChalk Pastel
§Shipping LightWilliam AustinPhotography
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§ShadowsMarsha StewartPhotography
§ShaneKarly ThomasPhotography
§Anya Film NoirDaniel McCreightPhotography
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I feel it
Pulsing and moving
The rhythm
It penetrates deep into the black
Forcing
You
To see
The darker pieces
Of you
Of me
Of Humanity.
It ignites something
A passion
A desire
A taste that can’t be shaken
We let it claim us
Consume us
And
We
Cherish it
It supports us
When no man can do it
We depend on it for strength
To understand the Rawness of it
Of our emotions
The good and bad
The black and white
The colors left unseen.
Haunting melodies
Lyrics that leave kisses against the skin.
It saves us
Without knowledge
Just what it does
Without it
This world would grow dark
Be swallowed by a chasm of sorrow
It speaks the words
Our hearts can’t bear to say
Feel it with me?
Won’t you?
This poison that saves.
That draws us in…
With a Siren’s call
But instead of drowning us within a death
It drowns us into a safety net.
Into a world safe
From any outside intrusions
Each of us hear it differently
Feel it differently
Define it differently
But we all love it
We all need it
It is different
But then so are we
That’s why it fits
It changes
And
Grows.
To always meet the pulse of our hearts.
To remind us we are never alone
§Kyle Jam SessionDaniel McCreightPhotography
§MusicJenna S. WisePoetry
We get lost in her silky waves
In the hypnotic trance of her movement
She wraps around each of us
And we all are held captive here
But none of us complain
It’s something we have come to admire and to crave
That is the power she has over everyone
A super hero who listens and cares
Without truly speaking words to us
Her pulse
Tempo
Rhythm
Beats
And coveted melodies
Without her we would be lost
Estranged
In this bleak abyss
She is
Music.
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§ReflectionRussell JamesPhotography
§Divergent SeriesMallory SchenachBook Cover
§Torn ApartAna BairdAcrylic onBristol Board
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§A Yellowstone MorningCassie WinterPhotography
§Return to PortWilliam AustinPhotography
§RobberDani TurnerWatercolor
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§Lancer EvolutionRachel KellyDigital Illustration
§Lighting the WayLayna HendrichPhotography
§Rusty BlueWilliam AustinPhotography
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§Fade AwayTerah HahnPhotography
§Not by Fire but by IceJenna S. WisePoetry
The bitter taste of snow…
The cold air infiltrating my nose…
Smothering warmth I had grown accustomed to…
Is this life…
After dancing with desire?
I expected to be burned…
After tangoing with lust…
To be destroyed after desiring…
But to be stuck…
In this frozen world…
Watching the snowflakes drift by…
Would I change the path that led me here…?
To avoid such a sinful nature…?
Or would I again blunder like a fool…
Into the dark awaiting abyss…
And fall into a madness…
That has left me here…
In this winter land…
As the cold overtakes my soul…
I expected to perish by fire…
But instead of a flaming temptress…
I'm greeted by an ice cold goddess…
Her long pale fingers extended out to me…
To see her pale blue eyes explore my soul…
This is not my end…
I pleaded with her…
But instead she holds my hands…
Pulling me into an intricate dance…
Matching the flurry of the snowflakes…
That spin around us…
I dreamt of a fiery temptress who in the end…
Would burn with me in desire…
But now I lay…
With my ice cold goddess…
As our vision clouds…
By painted wings…
The memories of things…
Of yesterday, tomorrow, and today…
Here in the frozen abyss we lay…
As the warm sleepiness takes over...
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§Mumford & SonsRebecca HarringtonDigital Illustration
§Whisper in the ShadowsRussell JamesPhotography
§End of the WorldCassie WinterPhotography
Creativity and imagination are symbiotic traits that represent
the ability and quality to create something from thoughts
and ideas. Even though this rough outline is quite broad, to
some it still might seem constricting, because when you
define something you’re likely to impose limits. Creativity and
imagination are only limited by the individual’s perception of
how much is possible. It’s so easy for our own minds to impose
limits, draw lines, and build walls letting our own subconscious
throw doubt and uncertainty in the mix. A set of negative ideas created to
make you afraid, apprehensive, and worst of all—apathetic. We disguise doubt
in manufactured logic when we say things like "Oh, that’s impossible,” or "Hey, I
don’t think that shopping cart is going to clear the creek with four people in it.”
Einstein puts it perfectly, "If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope
for it.” The creative process is a guaranteed fight from finish to start, but it’s also
possible that nothing worthwhile has ever been done or created without time
spent wading through self-doubt and uncertainty.
Fortunately, for 20 years now, the students and faculty at Visualize Verbalize
Vocalize have been determined to make sure that the artist’s journey wasn’t in
vain. Northwest College hosts the privilege of editing, designing, and publishing
its very own collected works of student art, photography, writing, and music.
It is because Northwest College has this population of extremely creative and
talented students that we can do this every year, allowing students to achieve
greater exposure for their works. Students who have their work accepted can
expand portfolios, add to resumes, and most importantly, garner the experience
of being valued as an artist.
It all started in 1993 with the arrival of Bill Hoagland. Hoagland was hired as
an Assistant Professor of English. “The president at the time as well as the
faculty and the English department were inviting me to begin a magazine,”
said Hoagland. Having had the experience of starting a similar publication at
Montana Northern in Havre, Hoagland was readily equipped to lead the charge
on this one. “When I got there and looked around, I saw a great print shop, an
incredible photography department; art department; English department.” With
the help of Morgan Tyree, Assistant Professor of Graphics, and Rob Schuller and
George Laughlin in the print shop, they released their first edition of Visualize
Verbalize Vocalize in the spring of ’93, and the initial response was great. “The
President of the school instructed the recruiters to use the magazine for
recruiting purposes… as a result, recruiters went out and came back with stories
that it was a magnet at the recruiting tables.”
Just like all creative processes, the road to a finished and desired product is
often rocky and turbulent. In any situation where competition exists between
differing views of art, and different ideas of how things should be expressed,
you have a guaranteed conflict. “Some years, there are some very strong
personalities in the group…chemistry, cliques. Things like that have been
challenging,” explained Renee Tafoya, Assistant Professor of Art and Graphic
Design and adviser on the “Vizverb” team. The other thing that makes the
creative process challenging is that each year, a new team of editors cycles
in. “The class is a personality,” said Morgan Tyree, and each new batch of
creative thinkers always bring interesting aspects to the team. Sometimes the
toughest part is finding all the tiny mistakes within the details of the magazine.
Ultimately, as long as we’re still human, we’ll continue to make the little
mistakes—misspelled names, upside down abstract art, or wrong page numbers.
For Renee Tafoya, her favorite part of this year’s process is “seeing all 20 years
of publication lined up—an entire body of work.” When the work starts coming
together, everyone can see it. Finally, the ideas that had been ruminating in
your mind for months, has now come to fruition . “I think it’s really neat when
the first couple press sheets come out”, said Morgan. For others there is no one
part of the process that excites them more than the entire process itself.
The magazine and product put out every year would be nothing without the
creative types of minds that thrive and flourish at Northwest College. “Vizverb”
is also made possible by the support and help from the whole campus. “It
wouldn’t have succeeded, if it was just Morgan, Renee, and I,” explained
Hoagland. “There are a lot of people to thank…faculty, not only in the arts,
but faculty across campus. The guys in the print shop were incredible and it
couldn’t have been done without 'the team.’ ” It really couldn’t have been done
without the instructors of the course either: Bill Hoagland, Morgan Tyree, Renee
Tafoya, and Pete Gjovik, former adviser and Assistant Professor of Graphics. It’s
these people that coach us through the process and Sherpa us up the mountain.
This may be a celebration of the magazine’s twentieth year of publication, but
really, it’s 'hats-off’ to you, the student. For twenty years and counting, you are
the ones who have refused to set limits. Here’s to you…
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§Old Favors areSoon Forgotten
Dani TurnerOil
§Let the Games Begin!Alyssa M. BesseyPhotography
§GarliaisonMatthew DillonPhotography
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§Diverge ApparelPackaging
Mallory SchenachGraphic Design
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§Mourning the Loss of InnocenceKatrina SmithOil
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§Seascape EscapeBrooke CardozaIllustrator
§Montana Ale WorksNikayla CooperPhotography
§Life DrawingKatrina SmithConte and Charcoal
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§Christmas in the CityNikayla CooperPhotography
Snow falls slowly in time,
Like comets frozen in space, like
Water, cold on the shortest day of the year,
Whispers to me, telling me to keep on loving you,
Never give up on you
Like the hairy end to a November.
Like starting with a bare naked face
On the coldest morning,
But drifting into love
Like pure, white flakes under a street light,
Like the warmth of wine as it
Spills down my gasoline throat and
Fuels a flame burning like Alaska,
Like Wyoming, like sinning in Salt Lake City,
Like here, like there, like wherever the fuck I am.
Like snow,
Because it reminds me of mom and home
And December and
Fucking Jesus Christ and Jolly Old Saint Nick,
Kickin’ back a shot of Bailey’s in their coffee –
Stirred, of course, with a candy cane,
Easing pain,
Like history and time really are the same,
And you know you can read one and live the other,
But you’ll always repeat them both
If you never learn.
Because if your arm tires too quickly
When you raise your hand,
You don’t ask enough questions.
Secrets bottled in,
Exposed by the simple touch of glass.
A stem, a neck –
But nothing like the beauty of a sprouting oak,
Or the accomplishment of a new born child.
Just
Poison.
Because nothing new isn’t destroyed.
Because nothing is better than being the first one
To leave your footprints in new-fallen snow.
Because right now,
My mind is concerned with the sole fact
That I really need to take a piss.
§Porcelain (Touch)Matthew DillonPoetry
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§DollhouseLacosta DavisPhotography
§Enveloped bya Passion
Margaret KnappPhotography
§Hunt for Infrared OctoberHannah HoganPhotography
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§Les MiserableKate WoodwardOil Painting
§An ObservationLuke TilleyPoetry
The shirt she wore today was maroon.
Loose-fitting.
Open wide, at the neck.
It was off-center a bit.
The curve of her skin was uninterrupted from behind her ear,
Down her neck, and across her bare shoulder.
§French GirlDani TurnerCharcoal
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§Panic at the DiscoRachel KellyGraphic Design
§Sugar and SpiceHannah HoganPhotography
§YokedDani TurnerWatercolor
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§HootieAlyssa M. BesseyPhotography
§DominatrixBrooke CardozaWire
§YellowstoneNorris Springs
Layna HendrichPhotography
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§FrankenAppleCassie WinterPhotography
§BeetRebecca HarringtonGraphic Design
§Pictograph MugsKatrina FillerupClay
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§“For Sara: The Words You Need to Hear. For Me: The Words I Want to Hear. And for the Educated Medical Doctor.”
Matthew DillonPoetry
I can’t wait for the day
When you become more than
A three-letter word.
Like a hummingbird,
Sipping kisses of honey-sweet nectar,
Finally finds the flower it was meant for.
Or wasn’t
But is for the time being.
Because it is tired.
Tired of watching sunsets alone.
Of only having the waterfall to whisper it lullabies.
But in a world where everything is grey
It might do good
To paint the roses with his blood.
As long as,
As long as you dream of my sacrifice
The way I dreamed of your face on my pillow
Waking up to
Life.
Waking up to forgetting.
But never forget me.
Never let that rose wither.
Never crucify what could have been
But will never be because
Life sucks.
Because the only difference between
Me and we
Is you
And time
And fucking I don’t know.
But I want to.
I want to know that love
Is not just fucking,
That letters on a page can never replace
The sound of your voice,
Your hands can never feel warmth
Except when they’re in mine.
Like ivy.
Like blood brothers on a
Ten a.m. playground.
Like a rose in bloom.
Red.
Red.
Like I am you and you are me and
Red
And blood
And read
Like yesterday’s headlines.
And it’s almost like you’re finally there,
But what if it’s all in my head?
Aging like a good merlot
That does nothing
But make my mind feel fuzzy,
A white zin that leaves me wanting more,
But always leaves me empty
Like my stomach and that garbage can
On Fourth and Bernard.
A smile that leaves me wondering,
"How did I get so lucky?”
‘Cause, fuck,
You’re you and I’m me and
You’re there and I’m here and
Maybe that’s the problem.
Maybe that’s what’s wrong with this world,
Maybe it’s time and distance and love
And maybe Adam’s mom didn’t hug him this morning.
And maybe his dad’s an asshole.
And maybe nothing can make me feel the way I do
Like he needs Him and I need you, like
The way I breathe and laugh and sing and write
And want.
You.
My muse.
My talk-about-nothing-like-it-means-everything.
‘Cause it does,
Like bombs and planes
And nothing but the sound of a button.
The buttons and the bees
Typing lines of milk and honey
Like they were life.
Like they were life and liberty and the pursuit of
Happiness
Is never there when you’re not,
Because happy is never
Content.
But it’s part of you, like
Music and the crunch of a potato chip
And leaving
And kissing
And wishing
To be leaving and kissing
And with you
Curled up
Sleeping
Like a dream.
Because maybe that’s all it is.
Because until Y-O-U
Becomes us, becomes we,
Becomes four wings beating 80 times per second
Together,
Like one heart,
My rose will be
Red.
Just read
And forgotten.
§Noir RedMarisa GarfinePhotography
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§The Yellow Brick WallLayna HendrichPhotography
§Chevy IllustrationMallory SchenachDigital Illustation
§SilverwareAlyssa M. Bessey Photography
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§StalksTatiana ShryockClay
§Volleyball AchievementKelly BlankGraphite
§WeatheredRussell JamesPhotography
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§Ugandan WorkerKatrina Smith Watercolor
§Fruit PosterCassie CapellenDigital Illustration
§A New Life to StartJordon BuskingPhotography
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§Snow White and the FoxErica Piña Oil on Board
§The Bridgers From MontanaNikayla Cooper Auotone Photograph
§ ImaginationLayna Hendrich Photography
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§Sticks and StonesTerah Hahn Photography
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Visualize Verbalize Vocalize goes from zero to finished in one semester. During the process of making the school’s magazine, Visualize Verbalize Vocalize, it’s easy at first as we send submission forms to the students who are hoping to be published. After the submission deadline, the staff members go through a voting process to see which images, literature and music are to be published—which is the hardest part of putting the magazine together.
A team of writers, journalists, and graphic designers collaborate on the design, editing, photo correction, and layout using the Adobe Creative Suite of software.
Visualize Verbalize Vocalize is printed on a 1972 Heidelberg SORD single-color offset printing press on the campus of Northwest College. The press has over 66 million impressions to date.
Tim Bahr n Mallory Schenach n Lyndsey Hopkin n Dylan Miller n Emily Conway n Jessica Keller n Rachel Kelly n Terah Hahn n Sky Morton n Doug Robson n Travis Gruel n Erica Pina nJeff Victor n Zach Larson n William Austin n Morgan Tyree (Adviser) n Renee Tafoya (Adviser)
About the Magazine:
The Staff
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