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Shellsea n Tatiana Shryock

Boy n Rebecca Harrington

SCSO n Rebecca Harrington

Count of Monte Cristo's... n Brooke Cardoza

Clockwork n Timothy Bahr

Bloody Mess n Brooke Cardoza

Den of Shadows Series n Rachel Kelly

The Blueprint of Type n Timothy Bahr

The Paramour at Rest n Erica Piña

OH! n Katrina Smith

Torn Apart n Ana Baird

Divergent Series n Mallory Schenach

Robber n Dani Turner

Lancer Evolution n Rachel Kelly

Mumford & Sons n Rebecca Harrington

Old Favors are Soon Forgotten n Dani Turner

Diverge Apparel Packaging n Mallory Schenach

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Broken Guitar n Jenna S. Wise

Music n Jenna S. Wise

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Porcelain (Touch) n Matthew Dillon

An Observation n Luke Tilley

"For Sara..." n Matthew Dillon52

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Burning Out n Russell James

What Lies Ahead n Margaret Knapp

A Day in the Library n Cassie Winter

Oscar Rules the Roost n Jessica Goodwin

Behind the Mask n Russell James

Café n William Austin

Shipping Light n William Austin

Shadows n Marsha Stewart

Anya Film Noir n Daniel McCreight

Shane n Karly Thomas

Kyle Jam Sessions n Daniel McCreight

Reflection n Russell James

A Yellowstone Morning n Cassie Winter

Return to Port n William Austin

Lighting the Way n Layna Hendrich

Rusty Blue n William Austin

Fade Away n Terah Hahn

Whisper in the Shadows n Russell James

End of the World n Cassie Winter

Garliason n Matthew Dillon

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Mourning the Loss of Innocence n Katrina Smith

Seascape Escape n Brooke Cardoza

Life Drawing n Katrina Smith

Les Miserable n Kate Woodward

French Girl n Dani Turner

Yoked n Dani Turner

Panic at the Disco n Rachel Kelly

Dominatrix n Brooke Cardoza

Beet n Rebecca Harrington

Pictograph Mugs n Katrina Fillerup

Chevy Illustration n Mallory Schenach

Stalks n Tatiana Shryock

Volleyball Acheivement n Kelly Blank

Ugandan Worker n Katrina Smith

Fruit Poster n Cassie Capellen

Snow White and the Fox n Erica Piña

The Corpse n Erica Piña

Let the Games Begin! n Alyssa M. Bessey

Mokkyung Gayageum n Daniel McCreight

Montana Ale Works n Nikayla Cooper

Christmas in the City n Nikayla Cooper

Dollhouse n Lacosta Davis

Hunt for Infrared October n Hannah Hogan

Enveloped by a Passion n Margaret Knapp

Sugar and Spice n Hannah Hogan

Yellowstone Norris Springs n Layna Hendrich

Hootie n Alyssa M. Bessey

FrankenApple n Cassie Winter

Noir Red n Marisa Garfine

Silverware n Alyssa M. Bessey

The Yellow Brick Wall n Layna Hendrich

Weathered n Russell James

A New Life to Start n Jordon Busking

The Bridgers From Montana n Nikayla Cooper

Imagination n Layna Hendrich

Sticks and Stones n Terah Hahn

Tempest n Cassie Winter

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§Burning OutRussell JamesPhotography

§ShellseaTatiana ShryockClay

§BoyRebecca HarringtonBook Cover

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§What Lies AheadMargaret KnappPhotography

§Broken GuitarJenna S. WisePoetry

His worn old hands gracefully touch at the broken guitar

It had been with him for years and had gone through many things

Together they had experience love, loss, and the small things

He found the guitar by pure chance

It had been discarded

Its strings twisted and snapped

Its body dulled and broken down

But that’s not what he had seen

He had seen the fine wood finish

The hand designed textures

The story it held within its frame

He remembered the day he first took it into his hands

It fit like it had been made specifically for him

Some told him to find a better guitar

But he scoffed at their ignorance

For you see to him there was no better guitar

The song he strung out was the one that lived in his heart

Oh for how long he had waited to find this guitar

He couldn’t dream of what his life would be like

If he hadn’t picked it up that day

Gently his worn hands run over the aged guitar

Nobody will ever understand their story

But that’s what made it so beautiful

Together they had experienced life

Together they had triumphed the dark times

This guitar was his friend and love

Always there by his side

He gently laid it down on the comforter of his bed

And laid down next to it

He gently laid his hand on its wooden body

The feeling comforting and familiar

The music they had created would carry into the generations

He smiled as his eyes twinkled

As his mind took him down the memories this beautifully crafted piece held

He sighed and let a small tear fall

It was not of pain but the only way he could express his love and joy

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§SCSORebecca HarringtonDigital Illustration

This guitar had saved his life

And he wished he could have done more to fix it

But he couldn’t fathom why he would fix something he didn’t think was truly broken

Perhaps to others

But he was just as broken

It had been a perfect match

He closed his eyes

Hearing the guitar’s song one last time

And he found it to be the most beautiful sound

Slowly his eyes closed

And his hand clasped his old broken guitar

And as his tired body let go of this world

The guitar seemed to die with him

He said he wished to be cremated

And to make sure that his guitar went with him

For he couldn’t bear to live without it

And so on that warm summer day

His children released the ashes

Of their father

And his favorite guitar

And as the warm wind picked up

They all swore they could hear his uplifting laughter

As the song they had all grown accustomed to hearing

Began playing in the area that surrounded them

They all smiled at each other

Grateful for the lesson

That had been taught to them by their father

And that beautiful broken guitar

They learned that just because something was broken

Didn’t make it any less of value

In fact it gave it a personality

And a beauty most couldn’t see

But he had seen it in that guitar

And all his life carried it along

It wasn’t always easy, sometimes he had grown frustrated

But no matter what kept the guitar close

Others couldn’t fathom

But they understood

The story between their father

And his broken guitar.

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§A Day at the LibraryCassie WinterPhotography

§Count of MonteCristo's Insanity

Brooke CardozaIllustrator

§Oscar Rules the RoostJessica GoodwinPhotography

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§Bloody MessBrooke CardozaPlaster, feathers,paint, and wire §Den of Shadows Series

Rachel KellyBook Cover

§ClockworkTimothy BahrIllustration

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§The Blueprint of TypeTimothy BahrTypography

§Behind the MaskRussell JamesPhotography

§CaféWilliam AustinPhotography

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§OH!Katrina SmithOil

§The Paramour at RestErica PiñaChalk Pastel

§Shipping LightWilliam AustinPhotography

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§ShadowsMarsha StewartPhotography

§ShaneKarly ThomasPhotography

§Anya Film NoirDaniel McCreightPhotography

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I feel it

Pulsing and moving

The rhythm

It penetrates deep into the black

Forcing

You

To see

The darker pieces

Of you

Of me

Of Humanity.

It ignites something

A passion

A desire

A taste that can’t be shaken

We let it claim us

Consume us

And

We

Cherish it

It supports us

When no man can do it

We depend on it for strength

To understand the Rawness of it

Of our emotions

The good and bad

The black and white

The colors left unseen.

Haunting melodies

Lyrics that leave kisses against the skin.

It saves us

Without knowledge

Just what it does

Without it

This world would grow dark

Be swallowed by a chasm of sorrow

It speaks the words

Our hearts can’t bear to say

Feel it with me?

Won’t you?

This poison that saves.

That draws us in…

With a Siren’s call

But instead of drowning us within a death

It drowns us into a safety net.

Into a world safe

From any outside intrusions

Each of us hear it differently

Feel it differently

Define it differently

But we all love it

We all need it

It is different

But then so are we

That’s why it fits

It changes

And

Grows.

To always meet the pulse of our hearts.

To remind us we are never alone

§Kyle Jam SessionDaniel McCreightPhotography

§MusicJenna S. WisePoetry

We get lost in her silky waves

In the hypnotic trance of her movement

She wraps around each of us

And we all are held captive here

But none of us complain

It’s something we have come to admire and to crave

That is the power she has over everyone

A super hero who listens and cares

Without truly speaking words to us

Her pulse

Tempo

Rhythm

Beats

And coveted melodies

Without her we would be lost

Estranged

In this bleak abyss

She is

Music.

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§ReflectionRussell JamesPhotography

§Divergent SeriesMallory SchenachBook Cover

§Torn ApartAna BairdAcrylic onBristol Board

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§A Yellowstone MorningCassie WinterPhotography

§Return to PortWilliam AustinPhotography

§RobberDani TurnerWatercolor

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§Lancer EvolutionRachel KellyDigital Illustration

§Lighting the WayLayna HendrichPhotography

§Rusty BlueWilliam AustinPhotography

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§Fade AwayTerah HahnPhotography

§Not by Fire but by IceJenna S. WisePoetry

The bitter taste of snow…

The cold air infiltrating my nose…

Smothering warmth I had grown accustomed to…

Is this life…

After dancing with desire?

I expected to be burned…

After tangoing with lust…

To be destroyed after desiring…

But to be stuck…

In this frozen world…

Watching the snowflakes drift by…

Would I change the path that led me here…?

To avoid such a sinful nature…?

Or would I again blunder like a fool…

Into the dark awaiting abyss…

And fall into a madness…

That has left me here…

In this winter land…

As the cold overtakes my soul…

I expected to perish by fire…

But instead of a flaming temptress…

I'm greeted by an ice cold goddess…

Her long pale fingers extended out to me…

To see her pale blue eyes explore my soul…

This is not my end…

I pleaded with her…

But instead she holds my hands…

Pulling me into an intricate dance…

Matching the flurry of the snowflakes…

That spin around us…

I dreamt of a fiery temptress who in the end…

Would burn with me in desire…

But now I lay…

With my ice cold goddess…

As our vision clouds…

By painted wings…

The memories of things…

Of yesterday, tomorrow, and today…

Here in the frozen abyss we lay…

As the warm sleepiness takes over...

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§Mumford & SonsRebecca HarringtonDigital Illustration

§Whisper in the ShadowsRussell JamesPhotography

§End of the WorldCassie WinterPhotography

Creativity and imagination are symbiotic traits that represent

the ability and quality to create something from thoughts

and ideas. Even though this rough outline is quite broad, to

some it still might seem constricting, because when you

define something you’re likely to impose limits. Creativity and

imagination are only limited by the individual’s perception of

how much is possible. It’s so easy for our own minds to impose

limits, draw lines, and build walls letting our own subconscious

throw doubt and uncertainty in the mix. A set of negative ideas created to

make you afraid, apprehensive, and worst of all—apathetic. We disguise doubt

in manufactured logic when we say things like "Oh, that’s impossible,” or "Hey, I

don’t think that shopping cart is going to clear the creek with four people in it.”

Einstein puts it perfectly, "If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope

for it.” The creative process is a guaranteed fight from finish to start, but it’s also

possible that nothing worthwhile has ever been done or created without time

spent wading through self-doubt and uncertainty.

Fortunately, for 20 years now, the students and faculty at Visualize Verbalize

Vocalize have been determined to make sure that the artist’s journey wasn’t in

vain. Northwest College hosts the privilege of editing, designing, and publishing

its very own collected works of student art, photography, writing, and music.

It is because Northwest College has this population of extremely creative and

talented students that we can do this every year, allowing students to achieve

greater exposure for their works. Students who have their work accepted can

expand portfolios, add to resumes, and most importantly, garner the experience

of being valued as an artist.

It all started in 1993 with the arrival of Bill Hoagland. Hoagland was hired as

an Assistant Professor of English. “The president at the time as well as the

faculty and the English department were inviting me to begin a magazine,”

said Hoagland. Having had the experience of starting a similar publication at

Montana Northern in Havre, Hoagland was readily equipped to lead the charge

on this one. “When I got there and looked around, I saw a great print shop, an

incredible photography department; art department; English department.” With

the help of Morgan Tyree, Assistant Professor of Graphics, and Rob Schuller and

George Laughlin in the print shop, they released their first edition of Visualize

Verbalize Vocalize in the spring of ’93, and the initial response was great. “The

President of the school instructed the recruiters to use the magazine for

recruiting purposes… as a result, recruiters went out and came back with stories

that it was a magnet at the recruiting tables.”

Just like all creative processes, the road to a finished and desired product is

often rocky and turbulent. In any situation where competition exists between

differing views of art, and different ideas of how things should be expressed,

you have a guaranteed conflict. “Some years, there are some very strong

personalities in the group…chemistry, cliques. Things like that have been

challenging,” explained Renee Tafoya, Assistant Professor of Art and Graphic

Design and adviser on the “Vizverb” team. The other thing that makes the

creative process challenging is that each year, a new team of editors cycles

in. “The class is a personality,” said Morgan Tyree, and each new batch of

creative thinkers always bring interesting aspects to the team. Sometimes the

toughest part is finding all the tiny mistakes within the details of the magazine.

Ultimately, as long as we’re still human, we’ll continue to make the little

mistakes—misspelled names, upside down abstract art, or wrong page numbers.

For Renee Tafoya, her favorite part of this year’s process is “seeing all 20 years

of publication lined up—an entire body of work.” When the work starts coming

together, everyone can see it. Finally, the ideas that had been ruminating in

your mind for months, has now come to fruition . “I think it’s really neat when

the first couple press sheets come out”, said Morgan. For others there is no one

part of the process that excites them more than the entire process itself.

The magazine and product put out every year would be nothing without the

creative types of minds that thrive and flourish at Northwest College. “Vizverb”

is also made possible by the support and help from the whole campus. “It

wouldn’t have succeeded, if it was just Morgan, Renee, and I,” explained

Hoagland. “There are a lot of people to thank…faculty, not only in the arts,

but faculty across campus. The guys in the print shop were incredible and it

couldn’t have been done without 'the team.’ ” It really couldn’t have been done

without the instructors of the course either: Bill Hoagland, Morgan Tyree, Renee

Tafoya, and Pete Gjovik, former adviser and Assistant Professor of Graphics. It’s

these people that coach us through the process and Sherpa us up the mountain.

This may be a celebration of the magazine’s twentieth year of publication, but

really, it’s 'hats-off’ to you, the student. For twenty years and counting, you are

the ones who have refused to set limits. Here’s to you…

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§Old Favors areSoon Forgotten

Dani TurnerOil

§Let the Games Begin!Alyssa M. BesseyPhotography

§GarliaisonMatthew DillonPhotography

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§Diverge ApparelPackaging

Mallory SchenachGraphic Design

§Mokkyung GayageumDaniel McCreightPhotography

§Mourning the Loss of InnocenceKatrina SmithOil

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§Seascape EscapeBrooke CardozaIllustrator

§Montana Ale WorksNikayla CooperPhotography

§Life DrawingKatrina SmithConte and Charcoal

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§Christmas in the CityNikayla CooperPhotography

Snow falls slowly in time,

Like comets frozen in space, like

Water, cold on the shortest day of the year,

Whispers to me, telling me to keep on loving you,

Never give up on you

Like the hairy end to a November.

Like starting with a bare naked face

On the coldest morning,

But drifting into love

Like pure, white flakes under a street light,

Like the warmth of wine as it

Spills down my gasoline throat and

Fuels a flame burning like Alaska,

Like Wyoming, like sinning in Salt Lake City,

Like here, like there, like wherever the fuck I am.

Like snow,

Because it reminds me of mom and home

And December and

Fucking Jesus Christ and Jolly Old Saint Nick,

Kickin’ back a shot of Bailey’s in their coffee –

Stirred, of course, with a candy cane,

Easing pain,

Like history and time really are the same,

And you know you can read one and live the other,

But you’ll always repeat them both

If you never learn.

Because if your arm tires too quickly

When you raise your hand,

You don’t ask enough questions.

Secrets bottled in,

Exposed by the simple touch of glass.

A stem, a neck –

But nothing like the beauty of a sprouting oak,

Or the accomplishment of a new born child.

Just

Poison.

Because nothing new isn’t destroyed.

Because nothing is better than being the first one

To leave your footprints in new-fallen snow.

Because right now,

My mind is concerned with the sole fact

That I really need to take a piss.

§Porcelain (Touch)Matthew DillonPoetry

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§DollhouseLacosta DavisPhotography

§Enveloped bya Passion

Margaret KnappPhotography

§Hunt for Infrared OctoberHannah HoganPhotography

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§Les MiserableKate WoodwardOil Painting

§An ObservationLuke TilleyPoetry

The shirt she wore today was maroon.

Loose-fitting.

Open wide, at the neck.

It was off-center a bit.

The curve of her skin was uninterrupted from behind her ear,

Down her neck, and across her bare shoulder.

§French GirlDani TurnerCharcoal

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§Panic at the DiscoRachel KellyGraphic Design

§Sugar and SpiceHannah HoganPhotography

§YokedDani TurnerWatercolor

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§HootieAlyssa M. BesseyPhotography

§DominatrixBrooke CardozaWire

§YellowstoneNorris Springs

Layna HendrichPhotography

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§FrankenAppleCassie WinterPhotography

§BeetRebecca HarringtonGraphic Design

§Pictograph MugsKatrina FillerupClay

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§“For Sara: The Words You Need to Hear. For Me: The Words I Want to Hear. And for the Educated Medical Doctor.”

Matthew DillonPoetry

I can’t wait for the day

When you become more than

A three-letter word.

Like a hummingbird,

Sipping kisses of honey-sweet nectar,

Finally finds the flower it was meant for.

Or wasn’t

But is for the time being.

Because it is tired.

Tired of watching sunsets alone.

Of only having the waterfall to whisper it lullabies.

But in a world where everything is grey

It might do good

To paint the roses with his blood.

As long as,

As long as you dream of my sacrifice

The way I dreamed of your face on my pillow

Waking up to

Life.

Waking up to forgetting.

But never forget me.

Never let that rose wither.

Never crucify what could have been

But will never be because

Life sucks.

Because the only difference between

Me and we

Is you

And time

And fucking I don’t know.

But I want to.

I want to know that love

Is not just fucking,

That letters on a page can never replace

The sound of your voice,

Your hands can never feel warmth

Except when they’re in mine.

Like ivy.

Like blood brothers on a

Ten a.m. playground.

Like a rose in bloom.

Red.

Red.

Like I am you and you are me and

Red

And blood

And read

Like yesterday’s headlines.

And it’s almost like you’re finally there,

But what if it’s all in my head?

Aging like a good merlot

That does nothing

But make my mind feel fuzzy,

A white zin that leaves me wanting more,

But always leaves me empty

Like my stomach and that garbage can

On Fourth and Bernard.

A smile that leaves me wondering,

"How did I get so lucky?”

‘Cause, fuck,

You’re you and I’m me and

You’re there and I’m here and

Maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe that’s what’s wrong with this world,

Maybe it’s time and distance and love

And maybe Adam’s mom didn’t hug him this morning.

And maybe his dad’s an asshole.

And maybe nothing can make me feel the way I do

Like he needs Him and I need you, like

The way I breathe and laugh and sing and write

And want.

You.

My muse.

My talk-about-nothing-like-it-means-everything.

‘Cause it does,

Like bombs and planes

And nothing but the sound of a button.

The buttons and the bees

Typing lines of milk and honey

Like they were life.

Like they were life and liberty and the pursuit of

Happiness

Is never there when you’re not,

Because happy is never

Content.

But it’s part of you, like

Music and the crunch of a potato chip

And leaving

And kissing

And wishing

To be leaving and kissing

And with you

Curled up

Sleeping

Like a dream.

Because maybe that’s all it is.

Because until Y-O-U

Becomes us, becomes we,

Becomes four wings beating 80 times per second

Together,

Like one heart,

My rose will be

Red.

Just read

And forgotten.

§Noir RedMarisa GarfinePhotography

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§The Yellow Brick WallLayna HendrichPhotography

§Chevy IllustrationMallory SchenachDigital Illustation

§SilverwareAlyssa M. Bessey Photography

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§StalksTatiana ShryockClay

§Volleyball AchievementKelly BlankGraphite

§WeatheredRussell JamesPhotography

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§Ugandan WorkerKatrina Smith Watercolor

§Fruit PosterCassie CapellenDigital Illustration

§A New Life to StartJordon BuskingPhotography

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§Snow White and the FoxErica Piña Oil on Board

§The Bridgers From MontanaNikayla Cooper Auotone Photograph

§ ImaginationLayna Hendrich Photography

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§Sticks and StonesTerah Hahn Photography

§The CorpseErica PiñaCharcoal andColored Pencil

§TempestCassie Winter Photography

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Visualize Verbalize Vocalize goes from zero to finished in one semester. During the process of making the school’s magazine, Visualize Verbalize Vocalize, it’s easy at first as we send submission forms to the students who are hoping to be published. After the submission deadline, the staff members go through a voting process to see which images, literature and music are to be published—which is the hardest part of putting the magazine together.

A team of writers, journalists, and graphic designers collaborate on the design, editing, photo correction, and layout using the Adobe Creative Suite of software.

Visualize Verbalize Vocalize is printed on a 1972 Heidelberg SORD single-color offset printing press on the campus of Northwest College. The press has over 66 million impressions to date.

Tim Bahr n Mallory Schenach n Lyndsey Hopkin n Dylan Miller n Emily Conway n Jessica Keller n Rachel Kelly n Terah Hahn n Sky Morton n Doug Robson n Travis Gruel n Erica Pina nJeff Victor n Zach Larson n William Austin n Morgan Tyree (Adviser) n Renee Tafoya (Adviser)

About the Magazine:

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