When I'm Down

Check out Jack DeMeo singing his original song, “When I’m Down” | Northampton, MA - Senior 2014

Source: SoundCloud / Jack DeMeo

6olio submissions med singersongwriter music, Medium, music, submission,

Mad World Cover by Josh Kambell

Mad World Cover by Josh Kambell

Music Major, Interlochen Arts Academy

Source: SoundCloud / Josh Kambell

6music, song, mad world, cover, joshkambell, Interlochen Arts Academy, olio, submision, medium,

Dominican Smile by Brooke Pratt, Senior, Interlochen Arts Academy
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Camera
Nikon COOLPIX P90
ISO
64
Aperture
f/4.5
Exposure
1/86th
Focal Length
25mm

Dominican Smile by Brooke Pratt, Senior, Interlochen Arts Academy

6olio, submissions, visualart, medium,

Watercolor by Shanti Pollacek

Living Wisdom School, CA

6visual art, cafe, living wisdom school, shantipollacek, watercolor, olio, submission, medium,

Summer Creek by Brooke Pratt, Senior, Interlochen Arts Academy
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Camera
iPhone 4S
ISO
64
Aperture
f/2.4
Exposure
1/60th
Focal Length
4mm

Summer Creek by Brooke Pratt, Senior, Interlochen Arts Academy

6olio, submissions, visualart, medium,

Lauren Jones | Interlochen Senior 2014
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Camera
iPhone 5s
ISO
32
Aperture
f/2.2
Exposure
1/820th
Focal Length
4mm

Lauren Jones | Interlochen Senior 2014

6olio submissions photography med, medium,

What else is there to do on a Saturday night before a dance. Welp, Marie Staples and Madeline Bawden got together with the help of visual artist, Justina Sadecki, to use their faces as a canvas.

Photo Credit: Madeline Bawden
Makeup: Justina Sadecki

6Interlochen, Interlochen Arts Academy, medium olio submission, face, face paint, facepaint,

I Perform For - Sonnet 30 - Haley Robinson f

6Olio, Submisson, Medium, Haley Robinson, Sonet 30, Shakespeare, William Shakespeare, I Perform For,

It’s nice when you have an art you can apply to your classes or projects. In Physics, Interlochen Student Ellen Seidell, made herself into a piece of art.

6Interlochen, Interlochen Arts Academy, face paint, facepaint, face, visual art, visual artist, visual arts, physics, medium olio submission,

I Perform For - Satellite - Jaya White f

6Olio, Submission, I Perform For, Jaya White, Medium, Satallite, Dave Matthews Band,

Crashing Down

"Crashing Down" by Josh Kambell

Music Major, IAA

Source: SoundCloud / Josh Kambell

6song, music, crashing down, joshkambell, Interlochen Arts Academy, Olio, Submission, medium,

"Nostalgist"

Material of Earth. Whirlwind things.
Hear out my inner lips high pitch sound
Our glossy pupils cannot comprehend.
Don’t stop taking your gummy bear victims,
Let them know we’re here.
Let your white tail roam gracefully from your grin,
elegate  your elegance.
Shower sound scars latin alphabets screech
The day hits fall.
Cloud shaping, star gazing, witching hours,
Take us to the circus again.
Walk me around, walk me around, walk me around.
Sink down from your highest tintle tower,
Apply yourself to this:
Crimson and gold, marijuana, heroin and coke.
Beautiful stinging scourge.
Ignore the bloody trophy crooked nail paddle.
Daddy’s only treasure,
Sinners teaching the holy, affirmed, implied if any.
The angels yield up for breaths.
Hue depth within a tears.
The hearts arms of a fallen mother.
"I still love you."
Hardly safe.
Louder than before.
Surrounded by uniforms we know, faces we don’t.
Sympathetic knowledge, age is just a number.

***

We were living memories.
Drowning outward both our funny imaginations.
No lo se si es el demonio del pasado, O el dios del futuro.
Life is judged upon moments you’ve already lived.
No room for mistakes or playing with the dead.
Numbers we’ll understand and words I’ll eventually trust. 
I’d never want to ever gape, towards.. across your eyes on the opposite sides of liberty,
Were inhaling slowly, 
Singing confused on a good season.
Pero no los conoces, y estupidez no hay.
El sentido común, la cordura, dinos la verdad que permanece;
Si es lo obvio, no lo digas, pero dinos en qué pensabas,
Y te decimos de nuestra creencia 
Enseñanos lo que es que haces para hacer todo bien.
Because there will never be a “vamos a empezar otra vez.”
So build yourself a wall.
Ponla y conectala con cuidado junta a la mía y de tu hijo.
My one and only blood brother.
No estaba sola porque todos sentíamos.
Ya no te culpo.
Y no te debo de decir..
That I’m sleepy from the past and I no longer hold myself drowned, and I will no longer look down.
I am the air that curves from below, letting go the spirling devils of dirt.


Excerpts from Rosalia Triana’s 2013 Annual Project
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"Nostalgist"

Material of Earth. Whirlwind things.
Hear out my inner lips high pitch sound
Our glossy pupils cannot comprehend.
Don’t stop taking your gummy bear victims,
Let them know we’re here.
Let your white tail roam gracefully from your grin,
elegate  your elegance.
Shower sound scars latin alphabets screech
The day hits fall.
Cloud shaping, star gazing, witching hours,
Take us to the circus again.
Walk me around, walk me around, walk me around.
Sink down from your highest tintle tower,
Apply yourself to this:
Crimson and gold, marijuana, heroin and coke.
Beautiful stinging scourge.
Ignore the bloody trophy crooked nail paddle.
Daddy’s only treasure,
Sinners teaching the holy, affirmed, implied if any.
The angels yield up for breaths.
Hue depth within a tears.
The hearts arms of a fallen mother.
"I still love you."
Hardly safe.
Louder than before.
Surrounded by uniforms we know, faces we don’t.
Sympathetic knowledge, age is just a number.

***

We were living memories.
Drowning outward both our funny imaginations.
No lo se si es el demonio del pasado, O el dios del futuro.
Life is judged upon moments you’ve already lived.
No room for mistakes or playing with the dead.
Numbers we’ll understand and words I’ll eventually trust. 
I’d never want to ever gape, towards.. across your eyes on the opposite sides of liberty,
Were inhaling slowly, 
Singing confused on a good season.
Pero no los conoces, y estupidez no hay.
El sentido común, la cordura, dinos la verdad que permanece;
Si es lo obvio, no lo digas, pero dinos en qué pensabas,
Y te decimos de nuestra creencia 
Enseñanos lo que es que haces para hacer todo bien.
Because there will never be a “vamos a empezar otra vez.”
So build yourself a wall.
Ponla y conectala con cuidado junta a la mía y de tu hijo.
My one and only blood brother.
No estaba sola porque todos sentíamos.
Ya no te culpo.
Y no te debo de decir..
That I’m sleepy from the past and I no longer hold myself drowned, and I will no longer look down.
I am the air that curves from below, letting go the spirling devils of dirt.


Excerpts from Rosalia Triana’s 2013 Annual Project
ZoomInfo

"Nostalgist"

Material of Earth. Whirlwind things.

Hear out my inner lips high pitch sound

Our glossy pupils cannot comprehend.

Don’t stop taking your gummy bear victims,

Let them know we’re here.

Let your white tail roam gracefully from your grin,

elegate  your elegance.

Shower sound scars latin alphabets screech

The day hits fall.

Cloud shaping, star gazing, witching hours,

Take us to the circus again.

Walk me around, walk me around, walk me around.

Sink down from your highest tintle tower,

Apply yourself to this:

Crimson and gold, marijuana, heroin and coke.

Beautiful stinging scourge.

Ignore the bloody trophy crooked nail paddle.

Daddy’s only treasure,

Sinners teaching the holy, affirmed, implied if any.

The angels yield up for breaths.

Hue depth within a tears.

The hearts arms of a fallen mother.

"I still love you."

Hardly safe.

Louder than before.

Surrounded by uniforms we know, faces we don’t.

Sympathetic knowledge, age is just a number.

***

We were living memories.

Drowning outward both our funny imaginations.

No lo se si es el demonio del pasado, O el dios del futuro.

Life is judged upon moments you’ve already lived.

No room for mistakes or playing with the dead.

Numbers we’ll understand and words I’ll eventually trust.

I’d never want to ever gape, towards.. across your eyes on the opposite sides of liberty,

Were inhaling slowly,

Singing confused on a good season.

Pero no los conoces, y estupidez no hay.

El sentido común, la cordura, dinos la verdad que permanece;

Si es lo obvio, no lo digas, pero dinos en qué pensabas,

Y te decimos de nuestra creencia

Enseñanos lo que es que haces para hacer todo bien.

Because there will never be a “vamos a empezar otra vez.”

So build yourself a wall.

Ponla y conectala con cuidado junta a la mía y de tu hijo.

My one and only blood brother.

No estaba sola porque todos sentíamos.

Ya no te culpo.

Y no te debo de decir..

That I’m sleepy from the past and I no longer hold myself drowned, and I will no longer look down.

I am the air that curves from below, letting go the spirling devils of dirt.

Excerpts from Rosalia Triana’s 2013 Annual Project

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Elephant Gun- Beirut [COVER]

"Elephant Gun" Cover by Jaya Nell White

Source: SoundCloud / Jaya Nell

6olio, submission, jaya, elephant, gun, music, uke, soundcloud, vocals, medium,

"Spring" by Hannah Ayrault, Senior, Interlochen Arts Academy

6olio visualart submission, medium,

Untitled, Zoie Uznis, Senior, Grosse Pointe South
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Camera
iPhone 4
ISO
1000
Aperture
Exposure
1/15th
Focal Length
3mm

Untitled, Zoie Uznis, Senior, Grosse Pointe South

6olio visualart submission, medium,

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