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I’m in the middle of designing a book cover concept for a coworker who is writing a fantasy novel. This is a fun one, because I’ve never created a fantasy themed photo, so it’s awesome being able to broaden my portfolio. Images used are from google, then altered and edited by me.

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This is the poison

Yeah you live inside it

You come to find the secrets, They know how to hide it.

But there the darkness lies, They slowly burn your eyes

Now you can only see, What they want you to believe.

You’ve got dusty shelves,

So they’ll take your health for you wealth.

They will show you hell,

Just to get as much out of you, that they can sell.

-Katie Grenier

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Some things can only be seen not felt.

The textures of her soul were eliminated; were like silk to the outside.

But to those who were more curious and courageous, who were wrapped in trouble, peered into the beating fabric. 

A raw feeling--raw emotion.

Those eyes move across the mixed colors, looked into the rips and tears from the fights. They saw the directions of the threads, and where they ended.

But in the bigger picture, framed and stared at from afar, she was just another picture on the wall.

She seemed like nothing special, and left no imprint on their mind.

-Katie Grenier

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Ever since the age of 13, I’ve been intrigued and influenced by technology and art. My father owned his own successful computer company for over 20 years, so a lot of my computer knowledge came from him. Along with the latest technology and random gadgets, my dad taught me how to play basic chords on the guitar. A few months went by, and the next thing he heard me play on my new guitar was “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas, so it’s safe to say that as soon as I find something I love, I pursue it, and try everything I can to perfect it.

 I’m currently a college student in the Graphic Design program, because it is what I most enjoy doing. I’ve never made a smarter career choice for myself besides the one I’m pursuing. I’ve had my hobbies, such as photography and music, but nothing truly has my heart and brain so involved like Graphic Art does. That is why I know I can accomplish this goal as an artist, and be successful at helping others create a brand that will stand out.

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She was a complicated story----

Full of many chapters, but still so young. Why was so much written? In what seemed like a small amount of time, all the words on the pages--jumbled and cramped to fit on their line.

He thought, How could one think so much? Have so much to tell?

Her limbs and small pieces, each carried the pages inside. Some of them like crumpled up pieces of paper shoved into the trash. But it was there inside her.

And she continued to write her story.

As she saw him, and observed from afar, she was submerged in the attraction.

She fell in love, and wrote about him.

Wrote about how he made her feel, how she saw who he really was.

Everyday that he pretended, and moved with grace inside the fake lines; she could see him truly. And she fell more deeply for it.

The sun would come out and he would dissapear into the crowd, within the music around them.

But but night fall he would peel off his layers, and sink into his bed as he spoke of his sadness underneath his breath. For no one to hear.

Inside the pages, for no one to see. Except she could see it.

As she arose from the blurred background of his life, and showed him her pages, showing him that he was meant to be a part of her story, he peered into her universe and saw all the complications that she battled.

He just saw a glimpse of her fears and the silly things that made her happy.

She is just a child, he thought. An older shell that held an ignorant soul. She didn’t know any better. Someone with too much to SAY, and too much to FEEL.

He closed her book and rejected the thought of ever loving her.

Her spine and binding that held her pages together, were crippled with pain by the rejection---Oh, the humiliation.

She carried forward, and continued to write as she watched him pretend to have the life he wanted. Writing endlessly, because that’s all she felt she could do. Because she knew she was a complicated story.

-Katie Grenier

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I watched your eyes sparkle.

As your fingers slid down the neck of that new guitar--It was like electricity.

Shooting from the music notes, lighting your eyes up like fireworks.

The music began to fade, Like sounds underwater, Drowned out in the back of my mind.

And all I saw was your happiness,

A tear in the darkness and a light peaking through,

And there was a small spotlight on your eyes as you played.

-Katie Grenier