Issue #67

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SUB MAG



SUBMISSIONS MAGAZINE ISSUE NO. 67

SUBMIT EDITOR-IN-CHIEF MERCEDES TIBETT ART DIRECTOR ALESSANDRA PRICE LAYOUT EDITOR SAMMY SHEEN LAYOUT EDITOR ADOLFO VIRUET LAYOUT EDITOR BRANDON GAMBONE PFBYMSAF


LETTER FROM THE EDITOR For some of you, this will be the first time you pick up this magazine. Others have been eager to see what’s on the cover this semester. Our intention is always to provide unparalleled content. Each piece bares a different style, medium, and purpose. I saw the potential for this issue, and the power of sharing art with one another. I wanted this to be something that embodies the diverse people that go here and showcase their talent, while being asethetically pleasing. This magazine is a vast culmination of art forms and subjects and it’s, in my opinion, the best example of the virtuoso spirit of these artists. I wanted to thank our entire team. Alessandra, you have been such a fantastic partner. I have never met someone with such talent, determination and efficiency. As well as our interns who each brought something to the table, and through teamwork and artistic vision we were able to curate a work of art in itself. I’m proud of all that we accomplished thus far and moving forward. Thank you to the students that submitted their work, we physically could not create this magazine without you. Congratulations on the 67th issue of Submission Magazine. Best,

Editor-In-Chief


7 SEBASTION CORDEROBRAVO Day @ Beach

9 ANNA ROMANOFSKY Sad Clown Jerk Off & Untitled

10 ALYSSA SWIDERSKI Scope

11 NOAH JACKSON I’ve Been Drawing Like Trash

33 GEORGE SIMONDS Spaceman Suitcase

34 GRIFFIN RAPP J Hizzle

35 VANESSA NGUYEN I feel Pho-nomenal

36 SASHA WILLIAMS Bonfire

Comic Where I Learn Something Viewfinder

15 SELWYN ROCHA Skull Tech

16 TRINA MAE TALISIC Location

17 ALYSSA SWIDERSKI EX

18 STEVEN HUMMEL Starts with J

19 CATHERINE PELKEY Weightless pg. 4

21 ANISSA LORENZI Bambina

21 MARCELLO RAMIREZ First Person Prison Complex

22 JASON QUIZHPI Snow Monkey

23 DAVIDSON SAUVEUR Stuck!

24 ALLIE WALSH Lunch

25 HELOISE PAUGAM Abstracted Camera

27 ANOUK GRANDITS Thank You

28 HARRISON ISAAC Dream State

29 SPENCER WAINACHT Flashlight

30 JOHN SULLIVAN Run

31 KATIE HAYNES

Open Your Eyes to Listen

Self-Portrait No. 26

57 ELANA MARCUS 58 The Middle of the Middle 59 EMMITT FRAYMAN Naggar

60 GEORGIA HUMPHRIES Untitled

TAB L E OF CON T E N T S

13 ABIGAYLE PUSZ 14 STEVEN HUMMEL

56 NOAH JACKSON

37 EMMITT FRAYMAN Guest House

38 HELOISE PAUGAM Lagoon

39 HAILEE KNADLE I’m Fine

40 ANISSA LORENZI Riflessione

61 YUKO KYUTOKU Exclusion

63 ALLIE WALSH Haircut

64 JASON QUIZHPI Sad Birds

65 NOAH JACKSON Just Two Boys

41 NICHOLAS O’MALLEY 42 Desert Grass

66 SPENCER WAINACHT

43 CHELSEA MUSCAT

67 NICOLAS UMPIERREZ

Tal Gaggu

44 JASON QUIZHPI Jenny

45 SAMANTHA SKLAR Left Foot

46 ALYSSA SWIDERSKI Goobly Gook

47 SHANILLE MARTIN Where I’ll Be at Midnight

49 HELIOSE PAUGAM Invisibility

50 BRETT KASER Ink Hand 2

50 DANIELAD FRANCESCHETTI Aiutala

51 GEORGE SIMONDS Lube

52 LEAM FORBES Eli

53 CHELSEA MUSCAT It Tarag

55 TIANA SHIPPA Scan 1

Untitled 1 Power Keg

68 DANIELAD FRANCESCHETTI My Path was a Circle

69 SASHA WILLIAMS Untitled 2

71 ANOUK GRANDITS Garden Print

72 TRINA MAE TALISIC The Present

73 KATIE HAYNES Bits

74 GRIFFIN RAPP Tweet Loudly

75 HAILEE KNADLE Ghost Tapes

76 HARRISON ISAAC Fading Memories

77 NICOLAS UMPIERREZ Nighttime Congress

81 YUKO KYUTOKU Geometric Discovery 2

82 TRINA MAE TALISIC Identity

83 SHANILLE MARTIN Sing

83 SPENCER WAINACHT Quote

84 GEORGIA HUMPHRIES Untitled

85 HELOISE PAUGAM Untitled

86 CATHERINE PELKEY Weightless Pg. 1

87 EMMITT FRAYMAN Mule

88 YUKO KYUTOKU

About Last Summer

89 NOAH JACKSON Mickey D’s

89 ELANA MARCUS

They Say Grief Strikes in Waves

90 VANESSA NGUYEN EGG

91 NICOLAS UMPIERREZ Patrick

92 CHELSEA MUSCAT Dream Land

79 AMY PINILLA Mars

80 HELOISE PAUGAM Untitled

COVER CHELSEA MUSCAT Daydream



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SEBASTION CORDEROBRAVO Day @ Beach


ANNA ROMNOFSKY Sad Clown Jerk Off & Untitled


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AYLSSA SWIDERSKI Scope NOAH JACKSON I’ve Been Drawing Like Trash


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ABIGAYLE PUSZ Comic Where I Learn Something


VIEWFINDER BY STEVEN HUMMEL

My hair is tough, wound, and dry I don’t know if I can die If I cried and ran away What a beautiful boy I’d be today If I said I was alone I’d get a hug that’s already known Sitting on a coat staring at strawberry skulls It began to forget of the drawing it pulls A head was given only to throb To the dismay of faces once sobbed This morning is the same and still white with sorrow Though it’s easily melted from stickers to borrow I believe my job is to construct a good house So sorry is the earth for the dirt it can douse It computes what water can be given to flies To see which beautiful boy is going to cry

SELWYN ROCHA Skull Tech


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TRINA MAE TALISIC Location ALYSSA SWIDERSKI EX


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STARTS WITH J BY STEVEN HUMMEL

On stone hills stands a chalice glass With blood stained clothes and leather grass There you’ll find the maiden’s sultry hollow With purple ribbons and her weeping wallow Look to her waters, they’re crystal clear But colored gray with ancient fears In words she wrote, her truthful songs In tears she broke, her helpless wrongs Her ruby’s cracked, and handle scorned Though eyes still nature’s brown, like the hair she once adorned From her heart and mind the sulky specter strayed She came to me a child, her noble braids rather frayed And in my sweet beginnings end, I found myself alone With someone else who thought themselves always never known I spoke the laws above, to tend her mind’s garden To give her fruit to make that sparkle harden Since her aura was gilded with the jewels of love bereaved How she always thought her kingdom would surely come to leave


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CATHERINE PELKEY Weightless pg. 4



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ANISSA LORENZI Bambina



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JASON QUIZHPI Snow Monkey DAVIDSON SAUVEUR Stuck!


ALLIE WALSH Lunch HELOISE PAUGAM Abstracted Camera


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ANOUK GRANDITS Thank You



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HARRISON ISAAC Dream State SPENCER WAINACHT Flashlight



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JOHN SULLIVAN Run KATIE HAYNES Open Your Eyes to Listen



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GEORGE SIMONDS Spaceman Suitcase



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GRIFFIN RAPP J Hizzle VANESSA NGUYEN I Feel Pho-nomenal


SASHA WILLIAMS Bonfire


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EMMITT FRAYMAN Guest House



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HELOISE PAUGAM Lagoon HAILEE KNADLE I’m Fine


ANISSA LORENZI Riflessione


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NICHOLAS O’MALLEY Desert Grass


CHELSEA MUSCAT Tal Gaggu


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JASON QUIZHPI Jenny SAMANTHA SKLAR Left Foot


ALYSSA SWIDERSKI Goobly Gook


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WHERE I’LL BE AT MIDNIGHT BY SHANILLE MARTIN

We left school at four pm. Make up plastered across our cheeks, Lips smacked with sweet rose or cherry We deemed ourselves beautiful. Bus ride that lasted an hour. We added to our excitement, Blasting music in our ears Their lyrics as we waited. From the bus to the train, We walked blissfully. Dreading the blocks between us and them This would be epic! Our hands they stamped, And led us inside. Girls and boys screaming, Music echoed from the sky. We counted down the minutes, Till they appeared on stage. Sing with me they said Lose yourself in the rage.



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HELOISE PAUGAM Invisibility


AIUTALA

BY DANIELAD FRANCESCHETTI

My mind is a blank space. Not for a lack of thought, but of feeling. She crawls into that waxen form She shapes it asthe world falls to pieces. Not very well made, is it? Husks in Husks In Husks iN Husks IN Husks The framework of slow motion. Time Delays. It seems as if I can only watchlife slip away from me. My limbs are bound and it appearsthere’s no light at the end of the tunnel. The exit is blocked and I can’t react in time. She’s buried alive.


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BRETT KASER Ink Hand 2 GEORGE SIMONDS Lube


LEAM FORBES Eli CHELSEA MUSCAT It Tarag


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TIANA SHIPPA Scan 1


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NOAH JACKSON Self-Portrait No. 26


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THE MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE BY ELANA MARCUS

“Where were you last night?” read the Jesus-shaped

to create the ultimate shitty billboard. It followed all of the Kansas guidelines for billboard making; it was odd, amateurish, and made the spectator feel uncomfortably close to Jesus. And no matter how fast I was driving, I couldn’t get away from it. It’s funny how Kansas has this way of getting inside your head despite how much you’d rather it be occupied by literally anywhere else.

billboard hanging bright over Interstate 70. I drove past it so quickly that I couldn’t tell what it was advertising, but it seemed that its only purpose was to stun every driver into a brief synchronized swerve, turning the road into an illegal structure and every driver on the road into a criminal. None of us were drunk, we were driving eighty miles per hour in the middle of Kansas at twelve A.M., and every driver on the road was well aware by now that no amount of blood alcohol content could turn this state into enough of a blur to make it enjoyable. Our only vice of the evening was breathing in the second-hand smoke of religious advertising. It was almost like the billboard was placed in that exact spot on purpose. Whose idea was it to place a brightly lit billboard shaped like Jesus smack in the middle of a state comprised almost solely of wooden ones advertising the world’s only threelegged-cow petting zoo? It couldn’t have been a coincidence. Nothing in Kansas could ever be a coincidence, everything in this state had a plan.

Maybe it was there to remind me that I was nowhere close to where I was trying to be. It doesn’t get much more isolated than being in the middle of Kansas, because being in the middle of Kansas is being in the middle of the middlest state. Everyone here had somewhere to be, and we were nowhere close to any of it. It was where the destination was always too far away, where your mind begins to trick you into believing that it may not even exist because what is land if it’s not in the middle of the plains? What is the point of a plot of land if not to be harvested for profit? These were the questions on everyone’s mind as we drove through Kansas, that is, until the billboard popped up.

Maybe its plan was to keep me awake. Maybe had there been sunlight I’d see skid marks on the road and little round signs reading “drive safely” covered in bouquets of flowers, indicating that this was a road infamous for death. And since we were in Kansas, the only suitable solution was for every inhabitant of this state to put their billboard-making abilities into a potluck in order

When I drove past it, I was able to contain my slight swerve of the car more than other drivers on the road due to the Starbucks venti that was still jamming its way through my system, hitting my organs like a drum beat in an effort to keep me awake, so my sleeping relatives did not wake up as I feared they would. If my younger sister woke up and saw that we were not in California


yet, she’d open her window and scream the words “fuck Kansas” as she’d been doing all day in an attempt to scare the crops into growing tall enough to feed the rest of the country for eternity so this state wouldn’t be necessary to exist anymore. She was twelve years old and had just recently learned how liberating it was to curse when you were unsatisfied, but she still had yet to learn that it wouldn’t solve any problems. She was an atheist like the rest of the family, but she was not yet mature enough to let religious freaks pass her by without getting fired up about it. Everyone in my family went through that stage, though something told me she would turn out more radical than the rest of us. My twin brother was still sleeping as well. We’d been taking turns driving all day, and I was the lucky one with the midnight slot. The one perk of it was getting to hear my brother argue in his sleep. I’d imagine he was arguing with my mom, explaining to her why we were running away to live with dad in California, and he actually made some pretty good points. I tried to make mental notes of what he was saying so I could use his arguments in case I ever needed to. Being that both of my siblings were asleep, the only companion I had was Jesus, and he wouldn’t leave me alone. He kept tapping on my shoulders, “Where were you last night? Where were you last night?” He’d turn on the radio to the AM christian station “Where were you last night? *static* Where were you last night?” He’d stick his head out of the sunroof, his luscious locks flowing eighty miles per hour in the wind, arms raised above his head, “Where were you last night!” Last night I sat upright on a wobbly lawn chair by the green pool of a motel telling my mother to go fuck herself over the phone. I hung up, cried, walked up to the edge of the motel property and looked out into the distance, and I saw nothing. And I felt nothing.


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EMMITT FRAYMAN Naggar


GEORGIA HUMPHRIES Untitled YUKO KYUTOKU Exclusion


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ALLIE WALSH Haircut


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JASON QUIZHPI Sad Birds NOAH JACKSON Just Two Boys



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SPENCER WAINACHT Untitled NICOLAS UMPIERREZ Power Keg


MY PATH WAS A CIRCLE BY DANIELAD FRANCESCHETTI

You can excuse what you’ve done. It might be a sympathetic storyBut it was done, regardless I could say it’s becauseI’ve been abusedBy friends or would-be lovers But I’d still be a cunt. I turned to see the road I had walked and saw it was a rut, the path I followed, had been a circle. -Breathe, and climb!

SASHA WILLIAMS Untitled 2


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ANOUK GRANDITS Garden Print


TRINA MAE TALISIC The Present


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KATIE HAYNES Bits


GRIFFIN RAPP Tweet Loudly HAILEE KNADLE Ghost Tapes


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HARRISON ISAAC Fading Memories NICOLAS UMPIERREZ Nighttime Congress



AMY PINILLA Mars


HELOISE PAUGAM Untitled


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YUKO KYUTOKU Geometric Discovery 2


TRINA MAE TALISIC Identity


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SING BY SHANILLE MARTIN

Sweet singing sisters sing songs Sing so selfish souls suffer So, sorrowful souls smile Sing sad songs Sing solemn songs Sing Sacrifice songs Sing so someone surrenders

SPENCER WAINACHT Quote



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GEORGIA HUMPHRIES Untitled HELOISE PAUGAM Untitled



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CATHERINE PELKEY Weightless pg. 1 EMMITT FRAYMAN Mule


YUKO KYUTOKU About Last Summer


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THEY SAY GRIEF STRIKES IN WAVES BY ELANA MARCUS

But not like waves. I remember pointing him out as the ocean rose and broke against his stomach. He looked at me over his shoulder and we exchanged laughter like a currency. He was in waves, and I was in sand. All of a beach is waves and sand. When I left home for school he would text me when he drove past things we used to do together. When I drive past memories I pinch myself for not crying.

NOAH JACKSON Mickey D’s



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VANESSA NGUYEN EGG NICOLAS UMPIERREZ Patrick



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CHESEA MUSCAT Dream Land