HOWL Art•Photography•Poetry•Digital Art
By:Ryan Pfahler’20
Letter from the Editor One of the most important purposes of art is to keep us focused on what really matters. Many of us find ourselves getting caught up in our worries, and the current global situation is no exception. In these times of worry, art exists to remind us important lessons - it’s perfectly normal to feel sad or lost; everything will be alright. I hope somewhere in these pieces of art, among the paintings, drawings, and sculptures, and the written word, you can find something that reassures you, which brings you hope. The Crespi students worked hard on their art work and creative writing, and they each put a part of themselves in their pieces. I hope you enjoy this year’s HOWL magazine.
-Ryan Pfahler ‘20, Editor
Thirsty for blood, but yet the well so dry the trapped souls of men who must defy so forever they must roam the Earth such horrid lives they live in dearth the beasts they walk whilst chewing mirth in the night for blood they so long together they sings their way-worth song - Daniel Daniyelov ‘20 The glow from the corpse Brightens the faces of the t wo angels, staring hopefully at one another. Both are praying desperately for their Savior to rejuvenated. The angels will guard their Savior until the end of Time, When all hope in the world has diminished. Their cloaks will protect the Lord, each and every day until their time is up. - William Reid ‘20
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By: Daniel Daniyelov ‘20
By: Joseph Liu ‘22
By: Parker Warburton ‘22
There once was a little boy who never gained weight, He hoped and prayed and constantly ate, He sat and wondered how long would he wait, He wanted to be a warrior strong and great. The boy was in the forest searching for food, When suddenly the mushrooms from earlier had changed his mood, He ran to his cave and looked in the mirror, And suddenly was filled with fear and horror. He was truly ashamed of the monster he became, The days grew longer and seemed the same, Every new day felt like sad dark rain. -Michael Juknavorian ‘20
Two figures, converging into one. As flames surround them, blanketing the body’s tomb. The body reaches up into the sky, as an ethereal being merges with them The body rises from the untimely grave, as the floating being caresses them As the smoke billows, the ghost-like figure cleaves through the smoke, like a knife -Andre Bermejo ‘20
By: Jackson Bianco ‘20
By: Fabian Perez ‘21
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By: Anthony Brooks’21
What do you think of when you’re cruising in La and you see an Angel Wing painting on the wall, or you catch a glimpse at a Shepard Fairey mural. What about when you’re listening to the music of the Woodstock generation. How about when you are watching a Charlie Chaplin film from the early 1900s. What comes to mind when you look at prehistoric cave art. What about a Picasso? These different styles of art from these different time periods don’t have any physical similarities. Matter of fact, it’s very difficult to even compare a piece of cinematography to a painting on a wall. Film selection, lens choices, depth of field, color, and exposure are completely different from paintbrush type, paint color choice, and canvas choice. Likewise with all other art forms. But they aren’t completely different. Something they all have in common is that they are merely a reflection of what is happening in society at the time of their creation. Art has the ability to sway opinion, establish transit values, allows people to experience others feeling, and many more things. Art allows someone to travel in time and gives you something any history textbook wouldn’t be able to supply; it allows you to experience what it was like to live in the time period of its creation. That being said, it’s the artist’s job to capture those feelings and opinions being expressed and depict it through their medium. For example, John Gast was an artist who lived in the late 1800s. His most famous piece, American Progress, depicts west ward expansion. West ward expansion is what was on everyone’s mind during that time. Everyone was moving out west in hopes of success, a better way of life, or just out of sheer curiosity. The west held a mysterious vibe that people wanted to explore. The thought and feelings of moving out west were so strong and so provoking. Because these strong feelings were present, it influenced the culture of the 1800s in a very specific way. John Gast being the artist he was, was able to capture and solidify the feeling that west ward expansion provided. A modern example that is a bit less apparent is Shepard Fairey, a street artist from California. He works with screen-prints, stencils, stickers, masking film illustrations, wheat paste, collages, sculptures, posters, paintings, and murals. He became widely recognized after the creation of his Obama propaganda poster. In this work, he put the word “hope” in big bold letters at the bottom. Obama’s presidency was a huge turning point/monumental point in American history, fore he was our first African American president. In the propaganda poster created by Fairey, he depicts Obama as a strong and perseverant being. His presidency came following the 2008 housing crisis, a very difficult time in American history. America was in need of someone to heal the country in the aftermath of the crisis. And Shepard Fairey was the opportunity to show that their truly was hope in Obama. Art will be around for as long as humans are upright. The human race is driven by evolving into becoming better than we were yesterday. Art will always be an available recourse to depict how we feel in the world we live in. And art will continue to take new forms and mediums. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
- Jared Maslansky ‘ 20
By: Jason Yu ‘22
By: Estevan Machado ‘21
By: Cassius Duffy ‘21
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By: Alvin Li Bangyu ’21
By: Tim Smelser’20
By: Jackson Becherer ‘20
By: Jackson Bianco’20 By: Daniel Weinstein ‘20
By: Andrew Canales ‘21
By: Shawn Kissinger’20
By: Teddy Silverman ‘20
By: Cash Duffy '21
By: Alec Molina ‘20
I am from a comfy home where I would watch a glowing fish tank at night, Wearing big shirts and shoes while dancing in them, Having five cats I would take and hide in a closet, A yard with soft grass and butterflies is where I am from. I am from digging holes in the ground and making mud volcanoes, Lost toys and running around with mud hands… touching the walls, A neighborhood with big trees and birds chirping is where I am from. I am from feeding stray cats and giving them all names, From going to the LA Zoo like it was a religious ritual, Being scared of the ocean and the seaweed on my feet, Thinking monsters are lurking is where I am from. I am from my toy animals and dinosaurs, Stacking my stuffed animals into a pile then making a fort inside them, Trying to be sneaky with my Nintendo DS under my pillow late at night, My Nana’s garden at the beach is where I am from. I am from my grandma and grandpa helping me get to school when my parents couldn’t, My cousins and I going to Summer camp in the High Sierras, My mom saying, “You are sunshine, my only sunshine,” is where I am from. I am from screaming in the mountains as a toddler and being called pterodactyl boy, Walking everywhere barefoot and my nickname “Bear Cub,” Keeping my childhood memories in a shoebox is where I’m from. I am from Dysgraphia, something I have struggled with and been bullied for, Crying tears to be normal, putting a toll on my mental health, Finding new friends happy to see me is where I am from. I am from Dyslexia, something I have struggled with and bullied for, Mixing my letters like p and q, m and w, b and d, From not wanting to take pills, which helped me but made me sick, Being proud of a C+ in a supportive family is where I’m from. -Matthew Antin ‘22
As I lye before the gates of Heaven I see the Glow of Heavens lights Angels above me dressed in white. I’m ready to enter as i’ve lived a long life I had t wo beautiful children and a lovely wife. The Angel above they call to me Their elongated wings are the first thing I see As they gently stair down at me I know it is time to leave my life on earth behind. Behind their haloing faces Appears to be a door leading to new places I will always remember my families familiar faces I have no more need for my shoes or my laces I feel safe going towards the Light I’ve lived a full life I don’t need to fight I feel my family’s prayers going out tonight. -Jake Larcara ‘20
God The creator of earth Gives life to his people We think we know what he looks like White hair white beard Yet no one has truly ever seen him We believe in a person we have never seen We love him Worship him Yet how do we know he even exists He gives us light But there is still Dark The warm sun that burns our skin Gives other things life We fixate over life but are we truly living?
-Nick Shaffer’20
By:Ryan McDermott ‘21
By: Jake Musico ‘20
Fading dreams of rapture, His heart and soul captured, The beast grips his humanity, Sinking eyes and sanity, His pride overcome by his t wisted vanity, He gorged on grass like an ox, The cold ground grazed his yellow locks, Seven years on the clock and nails like a hawk, A face painted with horror and disgust, as his talons sink into the dust, An animal he mocks, For Nebuchadnezzar, Heaven’s light is much too far, A door is closed that was once ajar
-Flynn Trainor ‘20
By: Shawn Kissinger ‘20
Woke up quick, trying to find a job, Just thought that I had to be in Weed soon. I gotta make money before the day begins, Thinking about tending rabbits with my friends. About to go, to make that dough, Old men on the ranch never with the flow. Pulled Lennie aside, and got him calm, Before he gets me fired from one of these jobs. Walked outside, and got back to work, And there was Lennie just pulling on a skirt. Got him up and we ran away, To the secret hiding spot in the woods. Then we got the heck out of Weed, Slept outside cuz we couldn’t proceed. It was very hard, to accomplish our dream, Then we find a bunkhouse, it goes something like this. Cruising down the ranch with my work pass, Petting mice, trying to find the new ranch. Knowing nothing in life, but to be a farmer, Watch out for Curley’s wife, she is a real charmer. A man pulls up, who could it be? Just Curley thinking he owns the place. He had a big glove and he started to say-, It’s all about beating up Lennie. ‘Cause the men on the ranch work very hard, Curley talkin’ that trash and he’ll get you killed. Knowing nothing in life, but to defend himself, Don’t anger that boy, cuz he will break your hand. -Edward Mazin ‘22
By: Alec Molina ‘20
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Cash Duffy ‘21
By: Connor Nelson ‘20
By:Liam He ‘22
By: Andrew Canales ‘21
By: Henry Glover ‘20
By: Connor Nelson ‘20
By: Griffin Woods ‘22
By: Sean Kamifuji ‘22
By: Justin Limb ‘23
By: Sebastian Somers ‘21
By: Michael Juknavorian ‘20
As the young lad thinks of something to write, he sits down and just ponders He ponders and ponders, letting his mind wander around From place to place, memory to memory, story to story Soon inspiration strikes like lightning on a sandy beach His fingers hit the keyboard as the clickity clackity of the computer Fill the empty classroom with a mechanical noise As the lad stands up and takes a small break Hoping to find inspiration in the little things around him He just writes and writes, letting his heart bleed All over the screen and his mind open up like a book As words just pop in and out of his mind Like freshly cooked popcorn just jumping in the pan He just types and types, spilling his thoughts onto the screen And soon, something takes shape and a poem is born
-Andre Bermejo ‘20
By : Bryce McDaniels ‘22
By: Nathan Sakhai ‘21
By: Joseph Liu ‘22
By: Parker Warburton ‘22
Credits. Editor in Chief: Ryan Pfahler ‘20 Editor: Alejandra Rascon Literary Staff: Nan Lehnert Faculty Advisors: Nan Lehnert, Jennifer Yang and Alejandra Rascon Cover art by : Jared Maslansky ‘20 Published by: Shanahan Printing Now accepting submissions for 2020-2021 HOWL publishes student created art work, digital art work, photography and poetry. and flash fiction. Please send all submissions to : • arascon@crespi.org • jyang@crespi.org • nlehnert@crespi.org
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