Everything to art and nothing to academia.
And yet, our art is considered part of it all...

I'm painting my easel.
I'm singing my song...

The moon's breath on your face,
and your skin is purple...

Dear Diary,
I seem so far away now...

Embarrassment happens,
but why always to me...

No one understands.
They can't see what I have seen...

We had no choice but to run away.
My comrade and I hid all night until day...

Grazing the pasture as one of the smallest of the...
I strive to be fed...

"Come over tomorrow," she was told.
"I have somethings for you.&quot...

Each and every call was answered
with a machine or a, "Sorry.&quot...

The ground was cold.
She didn't care...

At three o'clock, he left for work,
and they could finally breathe...