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Imprint
Who WE Are...
VOl. 20 2021
Dear Reader Our theme this year is “Who We Are.” Throughout this year in which there was very little certainty and the ground kept shift- ing underfoot we spent a lot of time on our own, and learned a lot more about who we are. The images and writing in this year’s addition of Imprint offer glimpses into our lives, who we are, and what had shaped us. Policy Imprint is the literature and art Magazine of Lafayette High School. The main purpose of Imprint is to recognize the work of student artists and writers and to publish their works to promote the appreciation of visual and literary arts in the community. Any Lafayette High School student grade 9-12 may submit art or literature for publication. We reserve the right to edit or reject works that violate an individual’s right to privacy or material that is obscene of libelous. Authors and artists retain the copyright. Submissions in the magazine may be used for promotional purposes as deemed appropriate by the staff. Ideas expressed in the magazine reflect the opinions of student authors and artists and do not neces- sarily reflect the views of the magazine staff, advisors, LHS administrators, or the Williamsburg James City County School Board. Colophon Imprint, with our theme of Who we Are, was developed using Adobe InDesign CC and Photoshop CC. Our fonts are Calibri, Gill Sans MT Condensed, and Forte. For more information about Imprint you can contact Molly Peet at Lafayette High School at 757.565.0373. Staff Troy Branson Taylor Thomas Emily Sullivan Sponsor Molly Peet
Tableof ofContents Table Contents Cover Art – Taylor Thomas- Psychological Portrait Page 1 – Nina Ganeshan- My Middle and Luke Barrow-Abstract Page 3 – Takara Brown Shackleford- Ever so Lonely Page 4 – Kayleigh Foster-Still Life Page 5 – Madison Adcock- Portrait and Vic Parkes- Portrait Page 6 – Olivia Prestely - Portrait and Ana Chadwick – Portrait Page 7 – Parris Maurer- Portrait Page 8 – Heather Armstrong – Portrait Page 9 – Braxton Mooney- The Hunter Page 10 – Luke Barrow- Landscape Page 11 – Kayleigh Foster- Face Your Fears Page 12 – Sophia Maas- Abstract People and Troy Branson- Crafted Page 13 – Kendyll Bache- Pens and Nu Mai- Sweet Tooth Page 14 – Ashley Rodgers- Abstract Black Lives and Gaius Del Ne- gro- Pedals Page 15 – Alannah Jarrell- Family Portrait and Isabel O’Connor- Ox- idation Page 16 – Kayleigh Foster- Corona and Ashley Rodgers- Self—Por- trait Page 17 – Kelaysa Ashlock- Purple Page 18 – Josh Porter- I am Page 19 - Aryeh Chapman- One Piece Page 20 - Troy Branson- Thought Bubble
My Middle:
Nina Ganeshan
Each element keeps the world—nay the universe—thriving, living, changing,
Each element depends on each other—
But what started that domino chain?
Everything supposedly has a beginning, middle, and end… but we won’t know until—or
if—we reach ours.
What godly creatures, what scientific marvel, what big bang evoked this cycle?
I may not know my beginning,
I may not know my end,
But I know my middle.
I know the hand that cranks the machine to keep it going—to keep me going—is dance.
Dance is my element.
Like lightning strikes and sparks a flame, the flame that keeps my fire burning is dance.
As heat surrounds me, my passion grows, like a fire raging through the woods.
But how does fire live? What does it rely on? Air.
As the wind blows to the West, the new ideas are blown into my ear and through my
brain and through my body—
The wind that was started miles ago—a whisper from someone across the world—makes
me dance.
Our Earth is grounded, but it is also outer worldly.
The ground we stand on is connected and mimics the ground on mars or Pluto or lands
far out into the universe that haven’t been discovered… yet.
When we dance on our native ground we are reminded of our past—the good and the
bad—and we move with our ancestors.
But when we dance on our future land we dance with our next generation,
Whether it be tomorrows children on Earth—or it be children thousands of years in the
future, once I have said my goodbyes, dancing where it is now thought to be impossible.
As I look up I see the raindrops falling on my window.
1 Luke barrow, Abstract, Ink and Acrylic
The pitter the patter the splish the splash,
They move together, the move apart, they follow their heart.
Water is in the sky, it is in the ground, it is in ourselves.
The waterfalls of our minds, the rivers of our bones, the oceans of our blood.
A constant river, a constant flow, and constant dance.
The direction of your elemental story decides your dance.
We look at a compass and we see the directions: North, East, South, West—not as
one, but as a whole.
Air drives fire, fire hurts earth, earth needs water, water fuels air.
The elements are one, like we are one.
As we dance our bonds grow closer, our strengths stronger, our weaknesses grow
weak.
Dance drives.
Dance is my element.
Dance is my middle.
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Ever So Lonely
By:
He sat down by the fireplace after work, with a cup of tea in hand. Wondering to himself why is his life such a
dread. In his head that where he was.
-“Preludes” by T.S Eliot – My Creative Narration:
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Again, He sits by the window of the train after work that he hated. Dirty skies are all he can see. The place he
thought would be a dream turning slowing into a war ground.
Smoke out for the waste of the people’s machines, grim reeks of stench in the air as well.
The train stops, his turn to walk home for here, inhaling his last clean breath, holding the warm heat air into his
lungs. Leaves fall for his feet and away he walks. Passing the streets of that were once busy, newspapers stick to
the wet ground like stickers. The headlines of old events, theatre plays that once were new and bright. Now old
and dull, bring spite to him as he never got to watch and live in that moment. Regret now clouds his vision and
now next thing you know it’s darker out. The lamps shine with purpose, he laughs to himself. Vision still blurred
and the air still smells polluted.
The taste of beer is in his tongue as he makes it home. Change into his favorite comfy clothes and sits by the fire
he made in this living room. He’s thinking how this could be, why is are the streets screaming for help. This place
blooms like spring all year long. Now it like even the sun can’t be bothered to look at us.
He scatters off to make his daily nighttime tea, a lovely blend to treat all his needs. Something he can finally con-
trol. Grabs the kettle and it starts to bubble, and the kettle make sounds of glee as he grabs a beer. Laughing to
himself as he gets cup and the beer chugs down the sides of it. The soads disappear and the pouring stop. Don’t
get greedy make room for tea, he grins to himself.
Finishing the final product, he sips quietly in front of the fire drifting to his own fantasy. So warm and cozy inside
his head. The little man in his head make a bed. Crisp, clean sheets, filled with pillows and a person named lonely.
He walks over to the bed and turn the person over, the person ever so familiar.
~~~~
Snoring into the morning, the little man screams for him to wake up. Rubbing the dream out of his eyes, trying
tossed and turned the thoughts and actions of the night before. The smell of alcohol on his breath and the person
on his mind, clearer than the skies outside. That person in the bed in his head, he wonders. The little man in his
head invited them there for a reason, right?
3 Kayleigh Foster, Still Life , Graphite
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Who I am...
By: Madison Adcock
The 3 symbols I used in my portrait were a pine tree forest, a rainbow
and a dark white and black color scheme for the forest. The rainbow of
colors represents the best parts of me, like the true me, how fun and cra-
zy my personality is. The dark forest is growth and I love pine tree’s but
the dark black, grey and white is representing a tough front that I like to
put up to “protect myself”. I really like how I let the rainbow bleed to-
gether and into the grey sky of the forest. I just thought that it spoke
without using words. The background is my favorite part it feels like it
describes me in a different way.
Madison Adcock, Portrait, Gra, phite and Watercolor
By Vic Parkes
In my self-portrait, I used several different types of
plants to symbolize growth and care. There are three
levels of plants: short, tall, and hanging to symbolize
aging and emotional growth. I also included a trail of
ants above my head to symbolize order, yet chaos. I
used value to shade in my face and the plants realisti-
cally. I tried my best to make everything detailed and
proportional, and I like that I kept it black and white
instead of adding color.
5 Vic Parkes, Portrait, Graphite
By Olivia Prestely
For my first object I chose a moth and a butterfly and that
for me symbolizes freedom and Creativity. My second object
was some clouds which represents peacefulness. My third ob-
jects were a sun and a moon which I feel like represents
my personality when you first get to know me but as you
learn more you can see my other side. I used some shading
techniques to show value on my art. I think I did well on
this project, and I made a good representation of myself.
Olivia Prestely, Portrait, Graphite
Ana Chadwick, Portrait,-
Graphite and Watercolor
By: Ana Chadwick
In the background I used plant leaves, clouds and waves. They all have a connection to adventure for me. I chose these plant
leaves because my parents have the same type of plant and remind me of where I grew up. I chose clouds because I love
to travel to new countries and learn about the people there. Lastly, I chose waves because they can be calming and graceful and
I grew up on an island. I used color for the background and value for the self-portrait. I think I did the background well.
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By: Parris Maurer
I used clouds, planets, and silhouettes of birds as my symbols. I felt the more ab-
stract composition fit my style of drawing and how I process and comprehend art. The
birds and clouds tie together as a place where I’d like to be – in the sky, flying. The
planets represent my interest in actual astronomy and my dream of being an astro-
naut or pilot. I used a monochromatic color scheme that matched the pencil lead. I
think I got relatively realistic in my portrait.
Parris Maurer Portrait, Graphite and Digital Art
7By: Heather Armstrong
In my self-portrait project, I attempted to represent different facets of my personal-
ity through different symbols and background imagery, while simultaneously cre-
ating an accurate image of my face. The specific symbols I chose to use were plan-
ets, clouds, and music notes. The planets represented my love of nature and the
universe and fascination with learning, the clouds represented my imagination and
tendency to daydream (think “head in the clouds”), and the music represented my
creativity and, well, my love of playing and writing music. Since I didn’t use color in
my piece, I had to be very careful to make sure my use of value was distinct and ac-
curate, but I think I created a varied and contrasting image with accurate shading on
the face and a background of a darkening sky. I think I did well on my facial propor-
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tions and adding fine details into the hair and shading. Heather Armstrong, Portrait, GraphiteThe Hunter
By Braxton Mooney
He rolls over, the alarm clock reads 3:45 am. He rolls out of bed and starts a pot of coffee. He starts his truck
and can smell the ambition in the air.
Something is special about this day. He can tell that this isn’t like his past trips. He loads up and hits the
road. While driving he has a talk with the Man upstairs. He asks for safety and a good day.
When he arrives at the club he can feel the humidity in the air and the dew on the grass. He starts his long
hike into the dense and dark woods. When he arrives at his stand, he quietly slips in and sets up for the day.
He sits and listens to the sounds of nature. He hears a rooster crow and hops up in his seat. He sits there,
waiting and watching the sunrise in front of him. He hears a sign of life and perks up.
He sees a doe 200 yards out and picks up his call. He knows if he calls this doe in then a buck will follow suit
and come for her.
He makes two loud calls that rock the woods. He breathes in and slips the call that lets out an ear-piercing
shriek. It is followed by a bird’s call. He sets his call down and watches.
The doe, intrigued by the noise, sticks her head up and walks toward it. She wanders through the woods and
finds a patch of grass. She starts eating.
He lets out one more call and waits to see if a buck turns up.
After what feels like eternity, he hears the snapping of branches and rustle of leaves. He looks up and is
immediately short of breath, shaky.
50 yards out is one of the largest bucks he has ever seen.
He counts 12 points and slowly grabs his rifle. He slides the bolt back making sure not to make any noise. He
slips a round in, closes the bolt and props his gun up, looking for a shot.
He gets comfortable. He can feel his heartbeat in his throat and his fingers shaking on the trigger. He fum-
bles around, trying to pop the safety off. He takes a deep breath, closes one eye and scopes in.
He tightens his body and pulls the trigger.
The gunshot shakes leaves off trees, booms through the sleepy wilderness.
He smiles, sets his gun down and lets out a battle cry of excitement because, after all, he is a hunter.
Luke Barrow, Landscape, Acrylicv
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11 Kayleigh Foster, Face Your Fears, Gouache
Crafted
By: Troy Branson=
I strolled too prideful;
She taught me to walk straight.
I spoke like a tenor;
she chorused me into a bass.
I cried her a river,
but she told me boys don’t sob.
I was upset I could not help her,
but she told me I only felt sorry for myself.
I was eccentric and exuberant;
she was depressed and drunk.
I was hungry and tired;
she was crippled and loud.
I now question life’s worth,
and bare the pain she could not.
Sofia Maas, Abstract People,
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Mixed MediaKendyll Bache, Pens, Ink
Nu Mai, Sweet Tooth, Colored Pencil
13Ashley Rodgers, Abstract
Black Lives, Mixed Media
Gaius Del Negro, Pedal, Ink
Art Gallery
14Alannah Jarrell, Family Portrait, Charcoal Pencil
Isabel O’Connor, Oxidation, Mixed Media
15Kayleigh Foster, Corona,
Acrylic
Ashley Rodgers, Self-Portrait, Mixed Media
16Purple
By: Kelaysa Ashlock
Purple
It describes me.
A mixture between red and blue
Pain and Passion
I get hurt but it does not faze me.
I have been through hell and back.
Yet there is still heaven inside me.
Purple
comes in all shades and tints.
From the lightest to the darkest
It gives the same beauty in whatever state it’s in
The power it holds shines like no other,
The desire in her heart unfolds one another.
Purple
The color of magic and luxury
Shimmer and Shine
The spirit is beautiful within our souls.
We see through mystery and despair,
While our creators love grasps for air
Purple,
Purple has confided in me the way it expresses me into any shade. It’s purity and
power defines me ,
Yet the deeper you go
The mysteries and memories it holds are unknown.
But it is accepting and freeing to the innocent soul.
17Josh Porter, Who I AM, Marker
18Thought Bubble
By Troy Branson
The boy across the classroom is loud and reckless.
He feels like family.
“Shut up!” he says for an unknown reason.
My shoulders become tense and my stomach begs for a release.
A thought bubble appears, and I reveal the past.
So vivid and so clear.
I can feel the pain just as I did that day.
Twelve years in the past, but ever so present.
I shed a tear for the past, and
the day becomes tarnished.
The present begins to feel like the past and the future is blurred.
My brain is full, there is no room for new memories and no cure.
So, trust me,
I love you.
If I had the space in my head, or
the warmth in my heart I would let you love me.We? Who are
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