II iiiTitiTiffll50710000096555 ~ ~Aenecllone Per1odk: A1'20 .047 1812 9. 11 C.2 IIOUHOP~ 18n creative: characterized by originality; imaginative. VOLUME XI 1992 diversity: the fact or quality of being diverse: difference: variety: A publication of the Division ofHumanities and Student Affairs multiformity. creativity + diversity =PERCEPTION S -Thomas Kauke. Pam Niles. Kimberly Potts. Jason Rimeik Diversity encompasses every aspect of the individual. It is what makes us different. unique. and intriguing. It makes life interesting - never boring. Diversity "speaks.. to the creative impulse of the mind. It opens the doors to other peoples. cultures. and worlds. It allows u s to not only see the uniqueness of ourselves. but also of others. Diver­ Gainesville College sity teaches the child in each of us to find his own "spark." his own A unit of the University light. his own dreams .... System of Georgia -Jason Bonner Every writer and artist is unique: no other shares his or her vision. experiences. outlook. or insights. Yet from this great diversity of in­ dividuals comes art aimed at universality. The tension between such diversity and the desire to reach all other individuals produces a creative impulse. We hope that Perceptions reflects this impulse Gloria King Stoneware Sculpture and gives it space to flourish. -Brad Strickland '1F THE DOORS OF PERCEPTION WERE CLEANSED EVERY THING WOUW APPEAR TO MAN AS IT IS, INFINITE." WILLIAM BLAKE Cover design by Kenny Sawyer Perceptions is a creative arts magazine publiShed by the Humanities DiviSion and Student Activities of Gainesville College to encourage the arts among students, faculty, and friends of the college. Some of the works publiShed here are the creative products of art and writing classes: others are contributions from friends of the creative arts. All unsoltcited matertal and artwork should be accompanied by a stamped, self-ad­ dressed envelope. While care wlll be exercised in handling these materials, the edito­ rial staff cannot assume responsibility for them in the event of damage or loss. Submit all materials to Brad Strickland, Humanities DiviSion, Gainesvtlle College, Box 1358, Gainesville, Georgia, 30503. Authors and artists retain all rights to their works reproduced in this publication. Perceptions Stq[f: Editor: Pam NOes Art Editor: Beth Baltes Assistant Editor: Kim Potts Computer Entry: Ann Darby, Jason Rimelk Editorial Staff: Jason Bonner, Chris Lambert, Frank McCoy, Matthew Bryan Paff, Matt Thompson Faculty Advisors: Brad Strickland, Robert Westervelt Special thanks to: The Anchor staff; The Engllsh Club; Sally Russell; Thomas Sauret; Barbara Thomas FoR REFERENCE NOT TO BE TAKEN FROM T HE ROOM 2 Todd Arnold 21 graphite Beth Balte• 1S watercolor ss pen and ink S6 stonew~: "'Tantrum" 4 7 computer graphic 55 pen and ink Julie Brown 41 watercolor Gina Byrd 26 compu.ter graphic Allcla Clark SIS stoneware: ..Cat" Andrea Cooper 44 oil JUI Greeson SIS stonew~: ..Bear" S6 stonew~: ..Mask" Kim Harper S graphite 7 graphite S6 stonew~: "Crab" Paul Bodo 11 graphite Gloria King 1 stonew~: ..Band" so conte SIS stonew~: ..Mask" S6 pofv(onn: '"Man" Georgannl.anlch 5 graphite SIS stonew~: '"Mountain Lion" SIS pofvfonn: ..Gazelle" Kenny Sawyer cover watercolor S6 stoneware: "Fox" Brenda Smith 2S pen and ink SIS stonew~: "Hand" SIS stoneware: ..Deer " S6 polllform.: ..Fox .. 42 pen and ink Kent Turpin 16 oil 29 pen and ink Wayne Vinson 36 stonew~ : ..Lion" 4 l.P®<§f£Tryr] Clark Ada.ma 20 AMun:l Gary ke llerrltt 15 1ft urdco amfgo A.J. Kline 19 You•ue Got to LDoe Country Music Chrla Lambert 8 lfute Frank McCoy 19 doumtown 9 ForA. 19 for my pa.nmts 22 notebooks 22 o n creative writers 14 p rop het EWeNet.on 20 Mil .lfetamorphost. PamNllea 12 Beavan and Hawks 14 A 8leeoe Flapping in the Wfnd CWre Porter 8 Bear .lfoun tafn Kim Potta 10 The King 15 SWfmm.fng Lessons Paul J . Ramires 17 Good-¥ 8 Prfmaoera JuonRlmelk 12 What. a Gcun.e Matthew Rundell 18 Brother 22 Sina ofOmfssfon BaJbara T. 10 lntro.pectfon llatt Thompson 18 Atm. Wife•• Funeral 1-' Cof\/Ued l.Prr®0~ ~ Chrla Lambert 31 m-..crThtetle JoAnne lla.rtln 48 ~ Child Within :a T.J. Peraona 3 7 .&(Justment Period qf the Apache 43 The Unknowing g Claire Porter 24 The Pompeffan Statue 8 Mute for A. by Chris Lambert Primavera by Paul J. Ramirez by Frank McCoy There is a song in the breast ashley has of the mute boy Andaba un dia por un bosque blue dreams and Y a un arbol note callado and soft pink pillows The Dream a solJloquy En medio del mes de enero on a puffy, little, satin bed in america by Kim Potts 1n the mouth Cuando fruto todavta no ha dado. of the tongueless Is this real john En mi recojimiento senti su via escondida she has terrorist eyes though and Y tras de sus ramas secas, or are we sleeping in the safe bed? and some dead friends Could we be in the house of our Father a pianist who's Descubri una esperanza de creacton and unable to wake until played as well Y bajo su sombra una buana acojida. as Beethoven and me we visit the dream world? his first try. El frio parecta haberlo dejado muerto, Paro el calor hizo resplandecer all this I cannot believe He sent us away. It comes down, Las flores y el dulce fruto de sus ramas: a contradiction Maybe we're safely tucked some of the time, Las bellezas y grandezas de un nuevo amanecerf of course deep in the blankets to luck, and in a woolly, little, white sweater of our heavenly home. the texbook is eventually forgotten. with blood red lips In painting, Bear Mountain that taste like candy poetry and by Claire Porter music, the vehicle fades into grey, Up through the brambled trails the Saab would go marks on paper landing on the underbrush twisted on and the method the scalp of the mountain. Pails grabbed, I'd throw takes second them in a pile on the ground, and yawn to message if it is good in sweet smells of blueberries soon to be plucked! My mother gathers me before I'm gone Not what aca­ demia calls inside the mossy mazes and grey stone. good or what "Bang the pails, sweet!" So romping, I would slam drunken poets call good or the empty tins, singing "Oh no! No, no! mother or the the bear can't catch mel" Secretly longing girl beside you, but to see his bared yellow fangs in a doze! what leaves Dashing inside a grove, I saw a fawn. you with nothing Its head left a dent in the briars, moist and everything where blood congealed, and the bear had rejoiced. to say 8 9 Introspection by Balbara T. Gentle and untrustlng As a doe Who never strays too Far from protective cover Alone She stands and stares For what seems an eternity Her gaze unwavering As nearness approaches She bounds for cover of safety The King by Kim Potts Independent and courageous in battle Circle above me As a Mountain Lion gliding-rising and falllng Who proudly hunts and roams close yet far away. In hJgh. mountainous terrain hovering and waiting for my fall. Where the land is often Want:iDg my glory Barren and rocky but it can't be taken. Always tn solitude It iS a never-ending circle of feathers. Passionate and intensely alive As a smoldering volcano Who has lain dormant For what seems ages Ready to erupt And consume With red-hot lava flow Undaunted as the Wild Rose Who grows in lonely. deserted Places with only the earth to nurture Whose prickly vtne clings And covers I As if for warmth and love l Whose tenuous flowers have a fragile. i WUd beauty i Distinctly their own j I I !' t I i i I I 10 PaulHod.o Graphite Heaven and Hawks byPamNUes One summer eve after the funeral, I stared out the window watching the aerial show. The brown bombers soared through the air then dove down like B52s searching for prey. But there were no animals playing in the grass, no bushes, no trees, no masterpieces. Somewhere along the way they escaped. My eyes followed the hawks as they traveled upward. The heavens were still but allowed the flickering heat through. Once again, both dominating a sun fllled day. What, a Game by Jason Rlmelk Black and White, squares that are to be traversed I always start first; I always finiSh last, When I finish at all. Life picks me up, Moves me around. Life puts me down. Life mostly puts me down. I must sit opposite those whom I oppose. I am forced to clash with them, conquer them, destroy them. Why? Why must I be a pawn 1n this mas terful game? 12 Confused A Sleeve Flapping in the Wind by Matt Thompson byPamNlles From across the room, he saw her. Walking down the boulevard He studied her features. she almost mated with a She seemed so different, but how could she? Southern Bell pole He said that of everyone. while checking out the backside Something stood out, something he could not of the finest specimen of the male gender. put a finger on. Her eyes? Her face? Her lips? The Levis fit snugly Her actions? Now there was a on his tooty booty possibility, maybe she acted differently and she felt a tingle than the others. shoot through her body He glanced at his watch, five minutes coming to rest in her loins. had passed, yet she was the only thing that had entered his mind.