Art x Soul Magazine
Featured Artist: @ChloeTomomi Spring 2018
Honolulu Community College
Table of Contents Music 4
Youtube 8 Graphic Design 10
Painting & Drawing 13 Photography 19
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Do you believe in fate? As Shanalle Collelo at- Deadmau5, Keeno, and Anjuna Deep, with a dash of tended a Paul Van Dyke show at the Aloha Tower
grunge and ambient artists. She appreciates quali-
on O‘ahu, her perspective became clear. She be- ty, constantly challenges herself, and finds most longed to the music and could no longer deny it.
comfort in creating happiness through music.
After dark days in Alaska found her relocating
This gifted girl from a small town up North has
to Hawai‘i at the tenuous age of 18, she welcomed created quite the presence, with residencies and this bright realization. What began as a hobby at big shows in Waikiki, plus headlining events across house parties and local clubs propelled into a Hawai‘i. She’s rattling the gatekeepers of festifull-fledged dedication to the decks and creating
vals and national tours, equipped with the mindset
mixes to ignite dancefloors around the world. Her and skills to shine in any venue. She may be young sonic soul called, and she answered. The next fu- but she is mighty, and has shared the stage with ture house sensation was born, and her name is such forces as Morgan Page, Arius, Marshmello, Collelo.
and The Bingo Players. She recently won Wonder-
Collelo’s commitment to producing and perform- land Entertainment’s DJ competition, which had ing as a dynamic DJ seams well into her story, as
her supporting such incredible acts as Duke Du-
music has been an extension of her since piano mont at Digital Wonderland. lessons at 7. A knack for guitar and exposure to
Her rhythmic remedies are melodic meds for EDM
electronica brought her solace in her teens. Love
revelers, and she’s become a crowd favorite.
is her culture and music a fine therapy, and every- Collelo shares her sets on the fly with high enerthing came into harmony as she pursued her DJ
gy and nothing but love for the dancefloor. She
passions.
melds deep house, funky electro and elastic bass,
She joined a DJ group called Omia to hone her
flowing flawlessly from one magnificent mood to
skills, spun with friends and devoted herself to the next. Getting in touch with her sound and celthe art in any way possible. She learned on vinyl ebrating it is not just an obsession, but her way of and mastered her CDJs, and remains dexterous
life. It’s saved her in times she needed it most, and
with technician work and an open palette. Her
continues to bring joy to the souls and soles of
tastes stem from Johnny Cash and Lana Del Rey, to
her perpetual fan base.
Follow Collelo on... Soundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/collelo Facebook: colleloofficial Instagram: @_collelo 5
Hawaii born EDM artist “Tisna� is a producer, singer-songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist who has a passion for making music for a wide variety of genres.
Tisna- Survive (Feat. Janica)
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Tisna- No Place (Feat. Elijah Golden)
In the Spring of 2016, the members of Introspektra
unitedasanofficialcollectivefollowingthe close of each of their previous musical projects. The mix of Andrew Simbahon’s blues-rock guitar aggression from the school of Hendrix and Stevie Ray Vaughan, Antonio Burruso’s colorfully moving basslines reminiscent of Jamiroquai’s Stuart Zender, and John Sabugo’s frank rhymes and rhythms inspired by The Roots and A Tribe Called Quest create a sonic stew all their own. They have performed heavily in the Honolulu area and have been featured in Star 101.9’s Unsigned Hawaii and Made in Hawaii concert series. They had the pleasure of opening up UH Manoa’s Aloha Bash 2017 headlined by Fiji at Andrews Amphitheater. On May 13th, 2017, the band released their self-titled debut EP. On March 18th,
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they played at the WanderlustFestivall ocated at Turtle Bay. Introspektra’s name is a play on the word introspection, one’s individual evaluation of their mental and emotional processes.Introspection,growth,andpeace-findingare common lyrical themes in their music. Their arrangements incorporate the energy of rock, the syncopation of funk, the spirit of soul, and the grit of hip-hop to keep the music flowing,movingthelistener. In the
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KyuubiKaze
KyuubiKaze, a YouTuber, dancer, and speaker, has entertained thousands of people in his career. This summer of 2018, he will be a host for an anime event (the first AO Fest)! KyuubiKaze started his YouTube journey in 2014, and since then, has gained thousands of social media followers and over 90,000 views! Known for cosplaying Kyuubi, the nine tailed fox from the global anime “Naruto,” it’s no surprise his comedic and outgoing style gained so much attention. 8
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Poets Anxiety The fear of ink, That stiffens me so, Words left unsaid, The dam in my flow, Verses written in, Cerebral mode, No time for paper, Rhyme on the go, Poetry slammed, For myself alone, Only stored once, In the core of my bones. -Teresa Nash 22
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The Sailor Let it sink in.. I haven’t been sure for months now. All I hear is sounds of waves crashing down. I’m careful not to drown as I navigate through this current state of mine. I need to compensate an arm for a sail and a paddle for a leg. I hope I don’t lose myself along the way. I try to stay focused. I keep my hands on the wheel, But it’s really hard to stear when your vision isnt clear I can’t see ahead if its lost in the coulds These rainstorms rocked me for a thousand miles. I can’t give up, I’m not done yet. My mama wonʻt be happy until she sees the sunset I could care less about what city you rep. Yeah, I know where you’re from, but where are you going next? We all want to be captains, but youʻre only here for the ride I guess your job held you captive. I was meant to be floating through The galaxy casually. I’m fighting for deal life, So why can you see? That you can choose a destination But not the journey I’m just trying to find my ways Beyond the fog and haze. It amazes me how few people have managed to escape. So i’ll ask you again, Where are you going next? I’ll be stacked against the doors, T.O.N. SoundCloud Putting my soul to the test. Carry me away with the wind, I’ve been to places where I can drown my sin. If I Could turn back time, I’d do it all over again. I’m just a sailor.
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T.O.N. Cherry Verse 1: (Most High) Sunny D, Citrus-y, Determined and ambitious, she Could blow away cloudy days with her sweet melody I’m a be neck-deep Swimming un her nectar Slave to the pleasure And a queen, under pressure If I get to measure Her beauty in the dozens Every Day i’m fiendin’ For a piece of her lovin’ A rare bouquet that only blossoms in may And the fruit of all her labors never fading away (hey) Chorus: oooh, it’s just not fair These other girls can’t compare so sweet, so cherry Verse 2: Shawty got a smile that could challenge the sun And a laugh that takes me back To that childhood fun She got a look in her eyes Thatʻs always screaming out “LOVE” And a body that’s gotta be
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Am I a Good Person?
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Unfazed, I’ve been counting down days Wishing I could go back to that place Underneath the shade when the nights felt short When my heart didn’t ache and my lungs wasn’t scorched I used to cruise by the port, now I never leave my room Crying over nothing, nothing matters but the moon If I’m gone too soon, man, who would really care? My family is already used to me not being there I’m not really scared, I just said another prayer But in the end, all I know is that I’m different I never had an interest in being belligerent Oh, the joy of ignorance, I can see it kicking in Alcohol and cigarettes in exchange for innocence Looking through a mask and found bliss again Money, Power, Fame, I could get used to this Narcissistic on a whim Self-destructive just to “win” What a life man, this turned out to be If you got to know me, would you still say that I’m a good person? Or is it too late?
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Tiare Agbayani-Cadiente The Machine Man The sound of the machine mans gears churn And click clack of emptiness In the mushy mash of meaty tissue And gloopy cells. Machine mans run can skin scrapes The outside like needle that pierce The steel skeletal frame. The mechanical vibes send signals Through a mass of elastic valves. The electrons tell Machine Mans gloomy Mass to stop The spark of cells In Machine mans wires will not come to a halt. The gears whirl around like the invisible Threads that pull apart the seams. The machine man wants to understand How to feel pain and love. Gears begin to click while bolts swirl, and the numbness of whirls in Machine mans hard Drive goes “thump thump.� With each pop and tingly Sensation sprialing down The machines want gears That turn. The machine pine For a heart because with a heart To fill the void The machine mans desires To live a better as love And compassion Pour out. Art x Soul Magazine HonoluluCC
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Chloe Peterkin My Room In Heaven As I walk into my room, the walls are covered in Periwinkle fur. My nose picks up the light scents of rose and vanilla that come from my snow white eggnog fountain. In my ceiling there’s a large hole in the shape of a circle that allows me to see the stars and moon when night falls. Around the outside of the hole, are carnations of every color and tiny bright golden dots that take the form of dust and fill my room with light. I turn at the sound of a messenger Cherub’s voice. “Chloé, Michael Jackson wanted to remind you of the lunch with your grandparents.” I had forgotten all about the lunch MJ, my grandparents, and I Had planned for the evening. “Thank you! Would you let them know I’ll be right there please?” I step outside to greet my pegasus named Magic. Magic stood at eight feet tall and four feet wide. Magic had periwinkle fur and a silky white hair and a sweet smell of cinnamon. When Magic saw me, she kneeled down. I climbed onto Magic, and we flew away to the long awaited lunch.
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John Saldevar The Amputee Dishwater On a busy day in town, a boy with amputated legs was sitting in a train filled with passengers, patiently waiting for his designated stop. The boy’s name was Timmy. Timmy was always stressed from working day to day to do his very best to make money and study at school. Timmy was so focused on his job and school that he didnʻt have time to go out and spend time with his friends. This was the life of Timmy. As the train stopped, Timmy got off at his designated stop and proceeded to walk in the back of this Mexican restaurant. That was where Timmy worked; Timmy’s job at the Mexican restaurant was a dishwasher. Timmy had to use the stairs to transport the dirty dishes from the basement to the Kitchen. Timmy didn’t really expect to get a job like this because this job was the only one that was available for Timmy. Timmy tried and tried so hard just to find a job. Timmy’s amputee legs gave managers a difficult choice to hire Timmy and find an opening position because of Timmy’s condition. Timmy eventually never gave up, until the manager for the Mexican restaurant found an opportunity for Timmy to work as a dishwasher. At first, Timmy was never excited to get this job because Timmy never liked doing dishes. But when Timmy go the opportunity to work for this restaurant, Timmy felt very happy and blessed to get a job opening. Timmyʻs job as a dishwasher was hard at first, but as weeks goes by, Timmy got into the habit of walking up and down the stairs; eventually, Timmy was always getting the dirty dishes and loading the dirty dishes in the dishwasher dowstairs in the basement and bringing the clean dishes back in the designated rack for the clean dishes to be used. Art x Soul Magazine HonoluluCC
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Come Home Rebecca The night calls your name, And you can’t resist, Vodka and crack, You know you are better than this, You take a big swig, You take a big hit, Momentarily, You can forget, The wreckage of life, That you have created, It’s too hard to face, Must stay sedated, Risking your life, By hustlin’ and stealing, When you’re in your right mind, There is too much feelin’, Kids that still love you, Kids that still know your name, Waiting for you, To give up the game,
A family broken, By addiction and such, Can’t function without nothin’, Shit, we all need a crutch, But it’s become a life, You didn’t mean to walk away, It just was too much, For you to stay, Life is too painful, Reality bites ass, Who cares if you die, Without any class, Not you. Just your kids, Your Sisters and Mom, Your Dad, Your Grandma, And even your Johns, We love you Rebecca, You can come home, We wait for you,
We pray that you’ll phone, It’s hard yes I know, I’ve been there myself, But you are worthy of love, You are worthy of help, You are my baby sister, And I’ll always be here, Even if we don’t agree, You need not fear, The future is yours, To change and to mold, Don’t you want to be here, So that we can grow old? I love you so much, And I cry about you, I wish I could be there, To show you the truth, But we all know that’s not possible, It’s your choice alone, Please choose us this time, Please come on back home.
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Teresa Nash I understand that I Don’t Understand There are days in my line of work that truly make me question God. Working in an ER, my coworkers and I see things that just don’t make sense. We deal with the majority of the population who coming in “dying” with the common cold, the drug addicts and mentally ill, the more medically sick people with diabetes and strokes and stemi’s, the kids with broken bones, the homeless, the indigent, people who get seriously hurt in traumatic accidents, victims of violence and crime and of course we deal with death, the real kind. Dealing with death on a regular basis can dull you to the sadness of it and in many ways it becomes just a fact of life. Sometimes even, it is a relief. But when it involves a child, or it’s a horrific car accident, a freak construction accident, or some vicious violent act that results in someone dying tragically, it makes you take a step back and ask the walls if there really is a reason or rhyme to this life. I, personally, look instantly for some good that can come out of the situation, whatever it may be, and when I can’t see how that particular death can be of any benefit to this world, I have to include how the heavens or the balance of the universe will benefit instead. Art x Soul Magazine HonoluluCC
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Pohaikealoha Duarte A Star that falls I walk with heavy feet growing heavier with every step towards my home I prepare to don the familiar mask to tell my family “i’m fine.” I pass through my schoolʻs gates into the dimly lit streets of my neighborhood The quiet night is intruded by the crunch of asphalt under my sneakers Eventually, my steps get so heavy I canʻt move anymore. I stare at the stars feeling heavier with every second. I’m sinking into the sidewalk like quicksand My only thought is flying up towards freedom, flying up towards the stars. Looking up that night, I noticed how bright the stars were, The absence of bright lights around me gives the night sky a deep blue color instead of black The shining stars on the night sky resemble the flickering reflection of sunlight on the ocean surface. I envy the stars, able to look down at me with no problems of their own. I know those stars quietly laugh at my struggles. Suddenly, a star falls across the sky. Surprised, I take moment that lasts an hour thinking, “What can i wish for?” I whisper my wish to the stars. 32
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Keely Nakama A Price To Pay I hopped in my cab and paid my fare. You see I know my destination, but Not how to get there. My taxi driver would serve As my shrink for the hour, the cheapest Reassurance I could buy. However I would pay With the cost lingering judgement. A small price that I could afford. You see lately I’ve been confusing stars With street lamps, and playing the fool. I stared out the window to behold The cloudy night sky above me, And as it whizzes by I find myself Straying more and more From the place that I long to be.
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Chloe Peterkin
A Moment I Would’ve Prevented
While Charlotte pulled her shirt over her head, a soft engine pulled into the driveway that was all too familiar. Charlotte started to put her shoes on when the smell of Savage by Dior entered into her room. Blake was there. “Bye, Daddy, I love you. Have a good day,” Charlotte yelled as she closed the front door behind her. Charlotte got into the car, and Blake looked at her. “You smell amazing,” Blake smirked. “You say that every time you see me. Thank you.” As Blake reversed out of the driveway, he started asking questions again. “What’s your biggest fear, and what’s your greatest dream?” Blake asked. Charlotte pivoted her body toward him. “You ask a lot of personal questions don’t you? What makes you think I want you knowing me so well?” Charlotte asked. Blake started to laugh as he placed his hand on Charlotte’s knee. “Come on, tell me. Why don’t you want me to know you? I want to know everything.” Charlotte looked at Blake with uncertainty. Charlotte didn’t like sharing things about herself, especially with men, and Blake knew that. They had just taken the same lecture in psychology last week about personalities. Charlotte and Blake learned that Charlotte had an avoidant personality. Charlotte was somewhat uncomfortable being close to people, finds it difficult to trust people completely, finds it difficult to allow herself to depend on people, and Charlotte gets nervous when anyone gets close. After Charlotte didn’t answer for a couple of seconds, Blake squeezed right above Charlotte’s knee, making her jump in her seat. “Blake, stop tickling me! I will fight you, and I will win,” Charlotte said as she grabbed his hand to move it off of her knee. Blake held on to her hand and stopped the car at a red light. “Tell me then, and I’ll stop tickling you. Tell me your greatest fear and your greatest dream.” Charlotte looked down at her hand, clutched in Blake’s. This might not be so bad, Charlotte thought. Charlotte knew Blake was handsome, intelligent, funny, and started to show an interest in her church. Charlotte sighed softly. “I have two great fears. My first and greatest fear is to be without God. My second fear is someone close to me passing away.” Charlotte looked over to see Blake smiling softly. “And your greatest dream?” Blake asked, while squeezing Charlotte’s hand a little tighter this time. “The white picket fence dream. My dream is to see the world, be married, have a big family, and be a trauma psychologist for children.”
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“Thank you! See, was that so hard?” Blake asked Charlotte, trying to encourage her. Yes, it was,” Charlotte said taking her hand back. The two pulled into the school parking lot and headed towards the elevator. “Do you want to go out for lunch after class since you have a break? We can go to that Mexican place you really like,” Blake asked “That would be beautiful,” Charlotte answered. As they walk into the classroom, the words on the slide read “Attraction in Relationships.” Of course, I thought. This would be the topic today. Blake takes his seat right in front of Charlotte, and their professor began speaking. “What does everyone think is most important in relationships? Do both people need to be equal, or do they need to gain something from one another?” Blake raised his hand. “I think relationships can start out with thinking of what you can gain from one another,” Blake answered. He always answered first. “Interesting. Anyone else have any different ideas?” Professor asked. Charlotte raised her hand. “I think relationships should be equal in every aspect.” “Good, that’s good,” Professor answers. “What about in marriage? In my marriage, my wife and I are pretty equal. We understand each other well and so work well together. I’m not the only one married here today though. I understand we have a newlywed in the class! Blake! How have you been enjoying your marriage? How long have you known each other, and how long have you been married?” Blake sat up straight, and Charlotte’s jaw dropped. The words kept running through Charlotte’s head. Blake just got married? Blake’s a newlywed? “It’s, um, it’s good,” Blake stutters as he starts to turn a deep bright red. “You say you agree more with the rewards aspect of a relationship. What do you expect to get from your marriage?” The Professor asked, ignoring the ten shades of red on Blake. Charlotte turned to the girl next to her in utter shock and disbelief. The girl next to Charlotte shook her head and mouthed, “I had no idea.” “We’ve been together for two years and married two months. I guess I want her to be nice, and I want love,” Blake uttered begrudgingly. Charlotte looked down to see Blake holding up his phone up at her. The screen was black. Blake was trying to see Charlotte’s reaction on the reflection of his screen. The professor, seeing how reluctant Blake was to speak about his marriage, decided to move on with the lesson. Once the class ended, Charlotte gathered her things and left. “Charlotte! Charlotte wait,” Blake called after Charlotte. As Blake ran to the elevator, the doors closed between them, and Charlotte fell back onto the wall. Art x Soul Magazine HonoluluCC
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Bryan Balagulan 2:00 thoughts
I’m starting to forget you FALSE ALARM I’m still in love with you I begged you to love me You despised me How foolish of me Because I used to think That we were meant to be
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We ended on the last day of March I called you for the last time “Is this what you want?” you asked “Yes” I replied Until to this day I am still regretting That one word that ended Everything
The guy with brown eyes
I long for you Like the summer long for the winter I miss your brown eyes But specially, I miss the way you hold me and you told me “You’re my everything” I wish I could rewined and feel you Once again
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Stacia Robinol The Sensation Of Coffee Coffee gives that fresh smell of an intense hot cup of coffee on an early morning. Coffee has that bitter, rich, raw, distinct, scent of alert. Coffee warms the soul and awakens the body. I feel the warmth in my hand and in my heart as the caffeine alerts my mind to get my day started. The grinds of the dark roast beans crumpling and crushing together, creating that refreshing sensaton. As the hot espresso being sunken into a heated, steamed up cup of milk and added with a dash of cream. As I sat there, on a saturday morning Writing poems, attempting to complete a weekends worth of homework Stressing and worried all at once The feeling around that community of being amongst all these strangers, that even though I couldnĘťt hear myself think, I felt relaxed. We all shared the common interest for the love of coffee, that subtle caffeinated feeling that causes our soul to feel unstoppable.
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Danielle Martinez Photography
Tiera Spencer Editor-in-Chief
Danielle Martinez Creative Director & Design
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Featured Artist: @ChloeTomomi