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Wonderstruck (Brian Selznick)  Wonderstruck , by Brian Selznick, is a book that tells the story of two kids from fifty years apart. In 1927, there is Rose, a deaf girl who wants to become an actor. Her story is told through illustrations, showing us how she moves to accomplish her goal rather than telling us. In 1977, a deaf boy named Ben wishes to find his father. His story is told through words. The two kids both set off to New York City to reach their goals, and we see their paths cross in unexpectedly beautiful ways. It becomes a beautiful story full of gorgeous art, and superb writing. However, this isn't much of a shock to those who have read any of Selznick's other titles, like The Invention of Hugo Cabaret, or The Marvels , because he consistently creates heartfelt, unforgettable works, featuring once in a life-time stories along with outstanding art, with each one being it's own unique masterpieces. I absolutely adored this book. The illustrat...

  Shoulberg I Who Made Markers?  Plenty of people have been burdened by the problem of persistent permanent marker marks. However, their woes could be solved easily if they had nail polish remover on hand to wipe the marker away.  Among the two most important, unchanging art tools, the pen and brush, markers don’t fit neatly into either box. The pen and brush have stood nearly the same for centuries, being the center of the art world. However, when Lee Newman crafted the marker in 1910, a new invaluable tool would cement itself not only in art, but in offices and warehouses, and even in homes.  Different tools have been used for drawing throughout history, even since the early days for humanity. Pens and brushes have always been staples, being hardly changed throughout the many years of their existence. Brushes are used to apply pigments, often for artistic purposes and painting, and pens are more versatile and practical, making them useful for many types of writing,...

  The blinding light of my phone stung my eyes, contrasting with my dark room. It was so late it was technically early, and I was supposed to be asleep. Bored, but not tired, I scrolled around my phone looking for something to occupy my time for a bit, when I came across a random comic app. I glanced through their popular titles, and recognized one of the authors. Due to it’ short length, as well as my underwhelming options for what else to do, I clicked open the first page and started reading.  As I turned to the next page, and then the next, I was captivated by the beauty in every single panel. I felt as though I could physically see the artist's work and heart through the drawing. This heartfelt feeling was only propelled by the story. The story featured two young artists, who became partners in making comics together. As the story progressed, I felt seen in an entirely new way, and I resonated with both the girls. The snarky Fujino, with her want for acknowledgement, and t...

  It was 5 am, I was supposed to be asleep already. Two hours ago I thought I would just read a page or two to see if it was any good, and read the rest the next day, but now I was sitting in bed with my face and blanket drenched in tears, and my brain spinning. The book, a digital copy of a manga I randomly found, seemed to know me. Not because I was like any of the characters, because I wasn’t, but the way the author portrayed art, felt so personal, and it resonated so deeply. I felt seen on a level I had never felt before. I marveled at the visible care and effort put into each panel, and the dialogue that felt so real, and I knew I wanted to create works that are just as beautiful and inspiring. I opened my sketchbook and began to draw, with a sense of purpose that hadn’t been there before.

We are like news reporters  Constantly relaying our lives to each other  Trying to fit everything into a single broadcast We wait like hungry dogs, ready to devour today’s meal  Unsatisfied by the liquid and scraps we are given,  We wait for the day our meals will be full, and eaten together

  Lost, as though I’m Dorothy  I follow the set path  Only to look back and realize  My answer has been right here  The whole time

It is us that dreams while awake  It is us whose dreams are tangled  It is us who untangles the dreams  It is us who understands the body  It is us who understands the mind  It is us who breaks what we understand  It is us that sees the truth  It is us that creates the truth  It is us that knows there is no truth  Do you know us? You know us.