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HORIZON
Number 99
There exists a painting made by a child. A giant child. No, not a large child. The child of an actual, real life giant. This particular giant was creative. He enjoyed making any type of art, from paintings, to sculptures, to drawings, to mosaics, to anything else one could imagine. He longed to have his art placed in a museum one day, and he knew that if he worked hard, he could achieve this dream. Well it just so happens that this giant received a multitude of art supplies for his tenth birthday. His favorite item, by far, was the new pack of acrylic markers he mom bought him. He had had his eyes on them for a long time, and never thought they’d actually be his! They were quite expensive and only real artists used them. He never expected his mom to actually cave in and buy them for him. He felt ecstatic. He decided to test them out on
a piece of paper. Now, to him. a giant, a massive portrait looks like a standard 8.5x11 sheet of paper while, to us humans, it looks immense, so he had a bunch of huge, car sized portraits just lying around in his home. Such is the life of a giant artist. James, the child giant, then took all of his brand new art supplies and began to create. He scribbled every which way. He layered and overlapped colors, so much so that they began to blend together until it appeared to be one big blob. While the center was dark, almost brown looking, the outside still glowed with bits of vibrant color. Color that wasn’t overlapped by other color. Color in its truest form.
Untouched. James, proud of his artwork to say the least, demanded it be put on his giant, made for giants, fridge, so that’s where his mom put it, and and that is where it remained. That is, until they moved into a different house and it got lost among their immense pile of possessions. The piece disappeared. It would later be rediscovered by an art collector and hung in a museum. But, at least now you understand the origin of painting “Number 99.”
Emily Kmiecik ’18
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Trapped
The Sun in The Night
I feel the bite,
Of a cold winter night.
The moon, hung high in the sky The warmth, and security, Deep in your eye
Our time together, growing in Scarcity
I feel the glow,
From the sky into the snow
I see the future, happy at long last My joy and peace, all in one
My mind, finally at peace with the past That peaceful warmth, rivals the sun.
Nicholas Schwartz ’18
I was trapped. Today was awful, journeying across a vast valley and trying
to find peace of mind with nature. All of a sudden I was stuck. There were so many intricate twists and turns I hadn’t remembered passing before. I was run- ning through a maze I knew I’d never be able to get out. Today was supposed to be peaceful, a day all to myself to collect my thoughts, I was going to find myself but now I’m trapped. Every twist and turn leads me somewhere I don’t want to be. I need to get out! Finally, maybe I took the right path, the trees and valley looks familiar and I can hear faint civilization, I hear people and conversations. I’m running faster and faster to reach the end. I looked up from frantically running through what I thought would be my grave to be created by home.
Sara Zietlow ’18