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HOLY SPIRIT PREPARATORY SCHOOL

INGENIUM 2016 VOLUME X


UNITY ART STIX AND SOAP RESIST

ANNA PODRATSKY CLASS OF 2017

FIRST PLACE VISUAL ART

HOLY SPIRIT PREPARATORY SCHOOL 4449 NORTHSIDE DRIVE, NW ATLANTA, GEORGIA 30327 678-904-2811


ST. JOSEPH'S CHAPEL WHITE COLORED PENCIL ON BLACK PAPER

TOM YAO CLASS OF 2016

SECOND PLACE VISUAL ART


TABLE OF CONTENTS

YOUTUBE MIXED MEDIA COLLAGE

BE YOURSELF SPRAY PAINT

ALEX PINZON

KYLA HILL

CLASS OF 2017

CLASS OF 2017

Switch - C. Soriano Untitled - M. Anker Advanced Comp. Dreams - A. Podratsky Untitled - J. Oliver The Sun and Moon - M. Wright Canyons - C. Bell Dolphin - S. Wiedl Untitled - C. Cunningham Saltee Island Puffin - S. Dolan Hindu Horse - C. Sanchez Untitled - O. Ford Blue Flow - J. Daly Strength - A. Podratsky Big Sur - J. Daly Saharan Sunset - L. Cocks Jellyfish - E. Perez Daisy - A. Rozelle Take Off - J. Daly Wanderlust - C. Sanchez Fighter Plane - C. Bell Snow Mountain - A. Pinzon I Am. - S. Cleary Crazy Eyes Bob - N. Casal Distorted - S. Cleary Euro Design - T. Yao Cosmos - C. Sanchez Complete - K. Hill Saint - T. Yao Hand of God - T. Yao Two - M. Wright Untitled - H. Tijar Untitled - O. Ford Romanus - L. Pan Untitled - W. Casal Dragons - C. Lao The Dark I Know Well - D. Mason A Sonnet for the Adolescent Poet N. Casal Untitled - H. Li Moo - O. Macik Surfin’ - J. Daly Hamilton - D. Mason Untitled - M. Spencer

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Iwogima Collage - C. Bell Ford - A. Ruiz The Flash - R. Stagliano Pain - S. Allen Force of Nature - G. Villavicencio Anatomy Triptych - L. Bohling Hope - K. Hill Alone in the Darkness - S. Allen Victory - D. O’Hare Disected Self Portrait - T. Yao Untitled - J. Radosta The Preaching Samurai - L. Pan Thirsty - A. Pinzon The Crash - D. Mason Golden Horse - C. Sanchez Mohawk Carpet Design Finalist M. Mason Lightbulb Study - S. Cleary I am Lost: the Fork in the Road of my Life J. Arnold People Should be More Offended D. Grantham Mohawk Carpet Design Winner A. Rozelle Untitled - J. Kelly Camera - M. Wright The Amazon - R. Munoz Monkeying Around - G. Villavicencio Untitled - O. Ford Untitled - C. Sanchez Surrounded by Perfect - E. Jones Georgia O’Keefe - S. Perez Deconstructed VHS Study - S. Cleary His Downfall - S. Allen Just Me and the Beat - R. Munoz Almost Famous - H. Li Gio Niceguy - G. Villavicencio Untitled - O. Ford Rhythm of the City - M. Wright

Senior Portfolios

Sinead Cleary Delphine Mason Tom Yao Plastic Beach - G. Martinez Giraffe - L. Cocks The Virgin Guadelupe - A. Pinzon

31 31 32 32 32 33 33 34 34 35 35 35 36 37 37 38 38 39 40 41 41 41 PORTRAIT 42 GRAPHITE 42 MADDIE SCHULTZ 43 CLASS OF 2018 43 43 44 45 45 46 47 48 49 49 50 51 52 53 54 54 55

COMPLETE

MARKER ILLUSTRATION

ANNA PODRATSKY CLASS OF 2017


SWITCH WATERCOLOR

CELIA SORIANO CLASS OF 2019

UNTITLED COLORED PENCIL

MASON ANKER CLASS OF 2019


ADVANCED COMP. DREAMS COPIC MARKER

ANNA PODRATSKY CLASS OF 2017

UNTITLED WATERCOLOR

JOSH OLIVER CLASS OF 2019


THE SUN AND THE MOON BY MORGAN WRIGHT CLASS OF 2019 The boy with a sun for a soul Walked down the crowded hall, With a carefree smile. His eyes sparkled and he lit up a hall, A room, a planet filled with dark. And every day he walked down that hall, Through that room, Around that planet. And he gave himself to light it. He glowed and with each step down that hall, Through that room, Around that planet He grew a little darker Until he was no different Than the hall, the room, the planet he walked. And one day as he trudged down that hall, He saw a glimmer of light. Through the room and the light grew brighter Around the planet and it was too bright to see But with each step he took the light dimmed And he saw her, Walking toward him too. The girl with a moon for a soul And something lit within him When he saw her, Dimming to light a dark planet. And as she saw him Her light grew brighter too And together they lit up the hall, The room, The planet. And as long as they were together Their light never dimmed.


CANYONS WATER COLOR

CHRIS BELL CLASS OF 2016

DOLPHIN FELT TIP MARKER

STEPHEN WIEDL CLASS OF 2016

UNTITLED ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

CRISTINA CUNNINGHAM CLASS OF 2018


SALTEE ISLAND PUFFIN ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

SEAN DOLAN CLASS OF 2020

HINDU HORSE ILLUSTRATION MARKER

CAT SANCHEZ CLASS OF 2017

UNTITLED DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

OLIVIA FORD CLASS OF 2019


BLUE FLOW ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

JORDAN DALY CLASS OF 2018

STRENGTH COPIC MARKERS

ANNA PODRATSKY CLASS OF 2017


BIG SUR DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

JORDAN DALY CLASS OF 2018

SAHARAN SUNSET ACRYLIC PAINTING

LUKE COCKS CLASS OF 2018

JELLYFISH SCRATCH ART

ELIZABETH PEREZ CLASS OF 2019


DAISY GRAPHITE

ANDI ROZELLE CLASS OF 2017

TAKE OFF DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

JORDAN DALY CLASS OF 2018


WANDER LUST MIXED MEDIA

CAT SANCHEZ CLASS OF 2017

FIGHTER PLANE HAND CARVED WOOD

CHRIS BELL CLASS OF 2016


SNOW MOUNTAIN DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

ALEX PINZON CLASS OF 2017


I AM. DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

SINEAD CLEARY CLASS OF 2016


CRAZY EYES BOB BY NATALIE CASAL CLASS OF 2017 Once upon a time, there was a chillun named Bob. He wuz a nice boy, an’ he meant well, but he had jist one problem: he couldn’t never close his eyes, or even blink. When he wuz a itty bitty baby, his fambly didn’t want him. His papa said: “Them eyes are so creepy that he’d scare the pope clear away from Church.” His mama said “What in tarnation is wrong with this ’un? He got the crazy eyes!” And the name stuck to him like Ajia to kale. From then on, he was Crazy Eyes Bob. Crazy Eyes Bob couldn’t never even fit in with his fambly. One day, his big brother Charlie wanted to play hide and seek with him. He said: “Crazy Eyes! You stand over by that tree yonder, close your eyes, and count to ten.” Then he ran off faster’n you could say crazy eyes. Bob went over to that tree, and he tried and tried and tried to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. He counted to ten real slow like, and then he went off to find Charlie. Charlie wuz tryin to hide behind a bush, but you could see him plainer than a pine tree in a parking lot. Bob found him real quick. Charlie was spittin mad: “You cheated! You cheated! Your eyes were open! I saw you! You’re a big fat stinkin’ cheater!” Bob’s huge eyes started to water. “But I didn’t cheat on purpose! My eyes wouldn’t close!” Charlie didn’t care. He said “I don’t care what you say, yer just a yellow-bellied cheater and I won’t play with you no more!” Charlie stomped off, and Bob started to cry from his wide open eyes. Since his fambly didn’t like him, Bob tried to make friends with the other chilluns, but they all ran ‘way from him, screaming on account of his eyes. Bob was hopin’ that when he went to school things would be better, and nobody wouldn’t pay no mind to his crazy eyes. Before his first day of kinnergarten, Bob was nervouser than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. He did his best to be good, and his first day was going smooth as molasses . . . until naptime. The teacher yelled to the kids: “Y’all listen up now! It’s naptime, and that means all ya’ll gotta go to sleep! I don’t wanna see nonna ya’ll with your eyes open!” Bob laid down on his bitty matt, like the rest of the chilluns, and he tried his hardest to close his eyes. But his eyes wouldn’t close. The teacher stomped up to him directly. She said “Bob! When I say eyes closed, I mean eyes closed.” He whimpered: “Yes maam, it’s just that mine don’t never close. That’s why they call me crazy eyes.” She said “I don’t want nunna your sass. If you was Pinocchio, yer nose would be from here to Yankee land. Close them eyes, now!” Bob was gettin’ upset; “Ma’am, honest to Jesus, these peepers aint never closed. I can’t but help it.” Teacher was madder than a wet hen. She spat: “Boy, if you don’t watch yerself you gonna get a switchin’ faster than you can say Confederacy. Imma tell you one mo’ time: close them peepers!” Bob tried so hard to close his eyes. He tried moving them up, and down, and up and down, and this way, and that way, but they jist wouldn’t close. The teacher said: “Boy, did you just roll them eyes at me? Now you done messed up. You git your disrespectful self up to the principal’s office ’terrectly. Bob went up to the principal’s office. He was so scared that he wanted to close his eyes. But the principal was real nice. He said “Bob. You seem like a nice chile, but imma be honest with you. Your eyes could’ve scared Sherman away from the sea. Please put these on. These’ll hide your face and stop you from looking so crazy like.” He gave Bob a huge pair of sunglasses. Bob put them on, and he was happier than a tornado in a trailer park. And with his crazy eyes all covered up, people started jist callin’ ’im Bob. And everyone lived happily ever after.


DISTORTED ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

SINEAD CLEARY CLASS OF 2016

EURO DESIGN MIXED MEDIA DRAWING

TOM YAO CLASS OF 2016

COSMOS ART STIX AND SOAP RESIST

CAT SANCHEZ CLASS OF 2017


COMPLETE ART STIX

KYLA HILL CLASS OF 2017

SAINT MICRON PEN

TOM YAO CLASS OF 2016


HAND OF GOD MIXED MEDIA DRAWING

TOM YAO CLASS OF 2016


TWO THIRD PLACE LITERARY SUBMISSION

BY MORGAN WRIGHT CLASS OF 2019 Two children Playing on the lawn Unaware of time long gone Two lovers Exchanging glances across the room Soon to be bride and groom Two souls Joined for life Now that they’re husband and wife Two months Left until children Oh, won’t that be wild? Two doors Slamming as they close But they love each other, everyone knows Two cars Collide on a cold dark night Making quite a sight Two machines Keeping her alive So the reaper will arrive Two beats And her life comes to an end He’s just lost his best friend Two grandchildren Bring him a smile If only for a while Two blinks And he fades from this world Going to see his girl Two children Playing on the lawn Unaware of times long gone


UNTITLED CUT PAPER COLLAGE

HABEN TIJAR CLASS OF 2019

UNTITLED DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPHY

OLIVIA FORD CLASS OF 2019


ROMANUS STENCIL AND SPRAY PAINT

ANDREW PAN CLASS OF 2017

UNTITLED STRING PAINTING

WATSON CASAL CLASS OF 2019


DRAGONS CUT PAPER COLLAGE

CYNTHIA LAO CLASS OF 2019


THE DARK I KNOW WELL CHARCOAL

DELPHINE MASON CLASS OF 2016

THIRD PLACE VISUAL ART


A SONNET FOR THE ADOLESCENT POET FIRST PLACE LITERARY SUBMISSION

NATALIE CASAL CLASS OF 2017 You write of envy, love, the stars, and spite; You think you harbor thoughts as yet unheard, yet overwhelm the cosmos with the trite. What did you hope to teach, what novel word? Cannot your hormones find a new relief? The eye of heaven blinks not at your cares, Yet you persist in pouring out your grief and drown the unmoved world in your affairs. Too many forests fall to sate your urge to fill Time’s compass with your fatal verse. Structure and Rhyme are honored in a dirge, Our Mother Tongue sleeps senseless in a hearse. If pen be mightier than sword in truth, such weapons should be taken from the youth.


UNTITLED CUT PAPER COLLAGE

HEIDI LI CLASS OF 2019


MOO SPRAY PAINT

OLIVIA MACIK CLASS OF 2017

SURFIN' DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPHY

JORDAN DALY CLASS OF 2018


HAMILTON MIXED MEDIA

DELPHINE MASON CLASS OF 2016

UNTITLED ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

MATTHEW SPENCER CLASS OF 2018


IWOGIMA CUT PAPER AND SPRAY PAINT

CHRIS BELL CLASS OF 2016

FORD GRAPHITE

ALEX RUIZ CLASS OF 2019


THE FLASH

PAIN

ROSIE STAGLIANO

SAMANTHA ALLEN

C LASS OF 2020

CLASS OF 2017

A burst of fresh cold wind, a streak of ruby

red, and a burning building not burning anymore. Picture a city with villains, and superheroes who take the villains down. The fastest man alive speeds right past you in the blink of an eye, off to save the city. He goes to find his evil opponent to fight. “Pow, pop,” punches are thrown. A team helps the hero take down the villain with every tactic they can think of. Once the villain is defeated, they are taken to a secret prison where his powers will be useless. You sit back and look at your huge flat screen TV and enjoy the rest of the episode of The Flash.

Pain. Excruciating Undeniably unbearable Screaming Whaling Crumpling In agony. I scream I cry out I yell And beg And plead For help. For someone to take this pain from me But no one ever hears Because what you think you see Is not what is really me. I’m only begging in silence You can only hear my plea If you are God Or you are inside of me.

FORCE OF NATURE ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

GIOVANNI Villavicencio CLASS OF 2017


VITALS ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

LAUREN BOHLING CLASS OF 2016

HOPE ART STIX

KYLA HILL CLASS OF 2017


ALONE IN THE DARKNESS SAMANTHA ALLEN CLASS OF 2017 Scared. Dark. Alone. Surrounded by fog Grey. Everything’s grey And bleak. No sunshine. Just rain Happiness? No Not today. Only sadness. Emotional Hurt. In pain. I want to scream out from this undeniable ache This hurt I feel. Why?! Why can’t it just a go away? I want to feel happy I want to feel free But no one’s ever there Beside me Like I need them To be. Everyone leaves Leaves me alone. So here I sit Letting the darkness surround And consume me.

VICTORY GRAPHITE

DYLAN O'HARE CLASS OF 2019


TOP LEFT:

DISECTED SELF PORTRAIT GRAPHITE

TOM YAO CLASS OF 2016

UNTITLED SPRAY PAINT ON CARDBOARD

JOHN RADOSTA CLASS OF 2017

THE PREACHING SAMURAI PVC, NYLON AND STRINGS

LIHAO PAN CLASS OF 2017


THIRSTY ART STIX

ALEX PINZON CLASS OF 2017


THE CRASH ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

DELPHINE MASON CLASS OF 2016

GOLDEN HORSE DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

CAT SANCHEZ CLASS OF 2017


MOHAWK CARPET DESIGN NATIONAL FINALIST SCRATCH ART

MARY PALMER MASON CLASS OF 2019

LIGHTBULB STUDY MIXED MEDIA DRAWING

SINEAD CLEARY CLASS OF 2016


I AM LOST: THE FORK IN THE ROAD OF MY LIFE SECOND PLACE LITERARY SUBMISSION

JOHN ARNOLD CLASS OF 2017 ‘In 100 feet, keep left…’ Do you know that feeling when Siri, or whatever Samsung hipsters use not to be mainstream and normal, says one thing, but your best friend, conveniently the biggest back seat driver you know, directs you somewhere else just as confidently? That’s basically where I am in my life: I know my path in life will come to me, and hopefully it will be blunt and right in front of me because I am clueless about what I want for myself, but then those convenient backseat drivers relay the incessant, “The SAT is more important than anything else you can do in high school,” or “Don’t worry about what others think, you’re only a high schooler in the most socially connected societies in history,” or my personal favorite, “High school wasn’t as hard for me, but here is some advice that worked 30 plus years ago.” I find that one gives me the best laugh; I almost recommend stand-up comedy to these enlightened thinkers in my life. ‘In 75 feet…’ I must be doing something wrong with my life because people always find time out of their busy schedules to give me a hand about my life choices. I’m lost between pleasing myself and pleasing all the flag-bearers, trumpet-tooters, and noisemakers that make my life so entertaining. “What grade are you in?” “11TH.” “Oh, what are your goals for college?” “I don’t know.” “Well, let me tell you about [insert almamater here]…” “Oh, that’s nice.” I’m lost, and I believe I will always be lost, but I also believe that being lost isn’t a burden, rather a gift. Such a gift has allowed me to take in the scenery, smell the roses, and answer the age-old question about the grass on the other side. I believe being lost has let me become excited about everything, and at the same time nothing. Being lost, I am notoriously deaf to others’ advice; I am blind to all the mail that says, “I want you!” ‘In 50 feet…’ I believe I’m not whining about being lost because after being lost for so long, I don’t worry about the future. I believe being lost has made the future small talk: I’m lost between how to live my life according to myself or others, but I know the difference between a good life and a bad one. I’m lost, but I don’t care because I am a happy, hard working person who likes a challenge. So, please tell me about your almamater, and I’ll play along; tell me about the big moneymaking industries of today, and I’ll take your word for it. I have come to believe that being lost is a surreal escape because I am not lost on a single path. Being lost, I can humor Siri and follow her lead, or I can do the same with my life’s back seat drivers: all in all, being lost when it comes to life has made my life exciting. ‘In 25 feet…’I think, because I am torn, I learn about myself through the choices I make. Where I go next, who knows? Right now I am lost, cruising through life at 60 mph, approaching that fork in the road. Right or left, you decide, but I got a lot of options to think about. ‘Rerouting…’


PEOPLE SHOULD BE MORE OFFENDED DANIEL GRANTHAM CLASS OF 2017

Society should be outraged! People should be up in arms! Nowadays, people are just

so used to being abused by the government and by other people that they barely react to anything at all. “People are just desensitized to what happens around them nowadays,” says Donald Trump, the leading expert in societal interactions. “They just don’t respond like you would expect them to.” A recent poll by WPW shows that people don’t think it’s important if there’s not exactly the number of potato chips they want in the bag, or if a cup of coffee that a person buys is slightly cooler than they wanted it. “This is the problem with America these days,” says Hillary Clinton, a regular costumer of the Daily Planet. “People don’t know how to react properly when catastrophes like these happen. Just the other day I saw a confederate flag on someone’s car, and people weren’t surrounding it and protesting! I was offended that other people didn’t seem to care. We live in a day and age where everything is trying to insult us, and if we do not react properly, then soon everything we care about will be gone.”

Many people believe that what we do is called “overreacting”, but they are wrong. We

are just paying attention to our own problems. Many people don’t know everything that offends them, so here is a list of all the things people should find offensive: people doing their jobs well, especially if they’re underpaid; law abiding citizens; people telling others what they think; people thinking for themselves; anything made in America, especially American Flags; anyone expressing religion of any type; when someone acknowledges any widely celebrated religious holiday, for example Christmas; any competition where everyone cannot be the winner; and most of all, anybody who believes in the ideals of fairness and the rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. In the present world, people are too busy to notice the evils going on around them, so get up, quit your job, and start complaining today.


MOHAWK CARPET DESIGN NATIONAL WINNER SCRATCH ART

ANDI ROZZELLE CLASS OF 2017

UNTITLED ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

JAELYN KELLY CLASS OF 2017

CAMERA GRAPHITE

MORGAN WRIGHT CLASS OF 2019


THE AMAZON

Sprinting and stretching her toned legs as she takes each stride, she runs from the enemy. A sudden sharp sensation rushes aggressively down the right of her abdomen. Biting her lip and clasping her hand on the wound, her REGINA MUNOZ eyesside search hungrily for a place of refuge. She stumbles behind a massive tree. CLASS OF 2019 Leaning against the tree and shutting her eyes, she gasps for breath, her lungs crying, wheezing, panting and whining for a breath of fresh air. A small pool of blood accumulates next to her wound. She cautiously lifts her shirts to examine the wound. She exhales a long and slow breath and whimpers as she wraps her fingers around the bow. Quivering, she extracts the weapon from her body. Grunting and stumbling, she walks to find her comrades. Although every step draws forth agonizing pain, she forces herself back into battle. Black spots cloud her vision. She cries and screams for help as she falls to her knees. THUMP. Her comrades rush to hear the source of the sound‌ but they are too late.

MONKEYING AROUND FELT TIP PEN

GIOVANNI VILLAVICENCIO CLASS OF 2017


UNTITLED DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

OLIVIA FORD CLASS OF 2019

UNTITLED DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

CAT SANCHEZ CLASS OF 2017

SURROUNDED BY PERFECT EMMA JONES CLASS OF 2017

I love my family above anything else, besides God of course, and I am so thankful for them. I am especially thankful for all of their successes. Many people have come up to me in the past couple of years and have asked, “What’s it like to be a Jones?” or “Are you a perfect student just like your siblings?” If you do not know, my brother and sister both earned a perfect score on the SAT, with my sister earning a perfect score on the ACT as well. Todd and Meredith are very skilled at taking standardized tests, but I struggle a little more than they do. It’s not because they’re smarter or better than I am, and I know that now. At first, the pressure that I put on myself because of their “perfection” was overwhelming- I thought I had to do everything they did and perform just as well. However, I began to realize that I am my own person and that I did not need to be a clone of them. Instead of being burdened by my family’s successes, I have taken them as challenges and goals. I think by being “surrounded by perfect,” I have taken the initiative to show everyone what I am capable of, what I can accomplish, and who I am.


GEORGIA O'KEEFE MASTER COPY OIL ON CANVAS

STEPHANIE PEREZ CLASS OF 2016


HIS DOWNFALL

SAMANTHA ALLEN CLASS OF 2017 He’s too prideful now Lost a lot of lives by now. He takes “control” To give blow by blow These evil men What we know They want Death Despair Bloodshed Terror Upsetting the balance With this torrent This rampage This vile beholding Of his own pride Blowing up his ego He is tearing down Piece by piece The city we love And soon He will move on To destroy To desecrate All that we know All that we love Soon he will take down The world

DECONSTRUCTED VHS STUDY PEN AND PAPER

SINEAD CLEARY CLASS OF 2016


One two three….one two three It’s just me and the beat REGINA MUNOZ I take in a deep breath and gently place my hands over the keys CLASS OF 2019 One two three…one two three I begin to tap my foot And I stop. I close my eyes and all I hear… Are the beats One two three… one two three But are they so much more Because each Tells a story Each is placed where they belong So I begin. I glide my hands across the piano, pressing my hands on the keys. My body in rhythm with the song Playing some louder While others are quieter I close my eyes and I see it… Their story. The beats dance across the piano in such harmony Like children swinging, up and down Their feet always in sync I feel a rush go through me It brings such joy One two three… one two three Then the beats slow to a waltz This can’t be it was only starting! But the beats grow mature As hand in hand they dance Never missing a step. Twisting. Turning. Twirling. Like things I have never seen before As if they have been doing it for a lifetime My hands begin to cramp but I don’t stop The story has just begun One two three… one two three But the song crawls to an end and the notes vanish I open my eyes and My vision blurs And now I’m in a ballroom I see notes dancing around me, bumping and rushing Now I must really be going crazy But then I think, One two three… one two three Once again I shut my eyes No, I thought. I am not crazy… It’s just me and the beat.

JUST ME AND THE BEAT


ALMOST FAMOUS GRAPHITE

HEIDI LI CLASS OF 2019


GIO NICEGUY GRAPHITE

GIOVANNI VILLAVICENCIO CLASS OF 2017


UNTITLED DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

OLIVIA FORD CLASS OF 2019

RHYTHM OF THE CITY CUT PAPER COLLAGE

MORGAN WRIGHT CLASS OF 2019


AP: STUDIO ART PORTFOLIOS Throughout Ingenium, you will see many works by AP Art and Studio Four Students. These artists have spent at least the last four years at HSP preparing for the AP Art and Studio Four classes. Students enrolled in the course have two semesters to complete 24 unique works of art. Half of the portfolio serves to demonstrate the artists’ mastery of multiple visual art skills. The other revolves around a singular theme of the artist’s choosing. These “concentrations” are meant to represent the individual’s artistic voice conveyed through his or her chosen style and medium. In the pages that follow, you will find a small sampling of the studio art concentration from this year’s AP Art class.

2015-16 AP ART STUDENTS Sinead Cleary Delphine Mason Tom Yao


SINEAD CLEARY My concentration explores youth subculture through photography. More specifically, my series looks beyond the music to the band members, their followers and what life was like in their time. My work demonstrates how subcultures are influenced by current events, music and fashion as well as many of the gender roles and beauty standards held for women throughout the ages. This theme has such a strong personal connection to me because I love music, fashion, art, and culture. If it wasn’t for photographs, these subcultures could have been lost or forgotten, and I, therefore, would have never discovered them myself. By focusing on youth subcultures, I have been able to combine all of my favorite things and create a truly personal and intriguing series of photographs for my AP Concentration.

SKATER GRUNGE

MOD

DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH

BEATNIK DIGITAL PHOTOGRAPH


DELPHINE MASON My concentration is a macroscopic exploration of oceanic life expressed through abstract acrylic paintings. I have always been fascinated with ocean life, partly because it is so full of mystery and is filled with organic movement and vibrant colors. I wanted to capture these aspects by painting sea creatures in the style of Georgia O’Keefe’s flowers. O’Keefe zooms in on her subjects (flowers) to the point where they are barely recognizable to the viewer, which abstracts the original form. I used the same technique when capturing the vibrancy of ocean life so that I could make the viewer question what he/she is really looking at.

JELLY ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

AFRICAN CHICLID ACRYLIC ON CANVAS

SQUID ACRYLIC ON CANVAS


TOM YAO My AP Concentration is a series of pen drawings on a variety of Catholic themes that I designed to be used as the front of greeting cards. I converted to Catholicism during my time at HSP where I immediately fell in love with its deep teachings and art. As a new convert, I saw a strong need for cards that celebrated the major seasons and sacraments of the Church. I created my drawings in a style that reflects the traditional stained glass and wood carvings closely associated with the Catholic Church. My hope is that these drawings can be turned into greeting cards that illustrate the true meaning of our many celebrations.

DETAIL FROM PEN AND INK

Lent PEN AND INK

MARRIAGE

CONFIRMATION PEN AND INK


PLASTIC BEACH CUT PAPER COLLAGE

GABE MARTINEZ CLASS OF 2019

INGENIUM EDITOR: Delphine Mason

FACULTY ADVISORS: Tim Durski Jamie Reger Rochelle Rombalski

SPECIAL THANKS: National Art Honor Society

GIRAFFE PEN AND INK

LUKE COCKS CLASS OF 2018


THE VIRGIN Guadalupe ART STIX

ALEX PINZON CLASS OF 2017


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