art issue
#5
Welcome to Realize’s first ART issue! Paint, pen, poetry, and sculpture combine and intertwine to bring you the original artistic expression of a realized generation. Pen and empty space, darkness and light, color and intention dance together to manifest artistic visions into reality. Keep your eyes on the future and your ears to the streets because this is the first art issue of many to come. Be a part of the next issue by contributing your creations and support your local revolution! It’s all for you. www.RealizeCulture.com RealizeZine@gmail.com Cody Hill
Kaitlyn Sita
J e s s e B e r g e r
Collin Tateishi http://www.wix.com/collintateishi/portfolio
Blake Bishop
Peter Rapine Alex Rapine
H o b u s L e e
In Loving Memory of Derek Allen
Kaitlyn Sita
Jesse Berger www.RealizeCulture.com/art
“Circles” :: 05.17.11 / 9:16p
a poem by Collin Tateishi
my Circular Reasoning resonates with my breathing deep I project shadows of my darkest secrets (shapeless) into a shell without windows or lights I remember the silence I struggle to redesign these redefined subtle features of my room the perceptions of a recluse are etched into The Corners (of his world) these visions are the secrets of a sentimental mentalist that demonstrate a separatist mentality is isolation solitude? do circles truly bring you home?
Sculpture by Rory Aronson
Poetry by... Jeffrey Wallace LaPrade This is my overflow of silence My inner voice defying the quiet The pen taking my life off autopilot Apologize if it seems violent But into the depths I am prying Full of emotion both laughing and crying While you sit back watching your friends dying This is from where comes the sighing To look past all this lying Even to ourselves about the way we feel And the rescued ideas come healed and Its nice to see negativity repealed Though never completely expelled Because the whole spectrum is needed Both heaven and hell This interpretation of love is not lasting Because these people are starving not fasting And now there is too much it’s distracting Everyone stops questioning but continues acting I am a divine disgrace Perfectly displaced in the human race Consistently spaced out From where our creativity sprouts Hard to point out When all these holes spout blood hate and love All of which will be disposed of, regrown, reused Until its dried up, disintegrated into dust Collected in a depth of dirt and death Promisingly brushed away by whatevers left
In Loving Memory of Satoshi Takami!
Jesse Berger
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