First let me say a big thank you to everyone that has already sent in their work, we loved seeing it and having the opportunity to share it with our online community. The York ISSP and by extension the team here at Insightful Imaginings are eager to see and exhibit the brilliant work produced by you, the young and talented people of York.
With this site we are trying to produce a journal to showcase the exceptional written and artistic work that you can produce. We want to encourage learning and the sharing of ideas to build a city wide student community that takes pride in your own and other people’s talent.
With that said I would like to encourage you all to submit some more of your work, by displaying it here we can all enjoy and appreciate your talent, determination and hard work! To find out more about submitting your work please follow the instructions located under the ‘Submit Your Work’ section of our website or alternatively contact us using the details listed on the site.
We eagerly await all of your submissions and hope that you continue to enjoy the journal.
The York ISSP Summer School 2018 saw some fantastic young artists designing postcard sized entries during their lunchtime activities for a competition being run by St Peter’s School to be displayed in the Whitestone Gallery.
The brief for these amazing designs was ‘Out of Body’ – An exhibition of artists’ responses to the body, from pure life drawing to more abstract work, including sculpture, painting, printmaking and photography.
Below you will find a sample of the submissions from the students at the Summer School with more to follow soon, please enjoy!
The photo that would break so many unsuspecting hearts. The omniscient perpetrator, her address, her age, her name; nothing was hidden. Each heartbeat got louder as the walls of the alley closed in around them. A life that would have so much potential being shattered: pulled apart and ruined.
For days, weeks he had followed her every move. Walking 2 metres behind her as she returned home and purposefully catching the same transport just to spend as much time with her as possible. He became obsessive and she became his passion and his prize. Too engrossed in herself to notice him; too arrogant to care but soon to regret.
It happened on a cold Friday night when the ebony sky gave a cover of darkness to let the monsters roam incognito between the shadows. She, the one, had come stumbling out of a club having lost her friends, her phone, not being in the right mind. Rivers of tears ran down her pretty young face. Clearly destroyed inside, she fumbled into the alley. Her insides were emptied onto the ground before she managed to drag herself into the concealed path.
The sound was so familiar to her. As she turned, she couldn’t see anyone around, she could barely see at all. Not even able to make out simple shapes of the buildings above. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t. Feeling a cold hand on her waist and one rising up her dress, she came back to reality. But by the time she realised what was happening, everything went black….
Hours went by until she finally woke up confused on the alley floor. Her memory of the night before was jumbled. Only able to remember pieces of things that she couldn’t quite put together. Slowly she managed to pull herself up out of the pile of vomit in the dirt. It could have been hers but she would never truly know. One thing she did know as she stood up was feeling something warm running down her leg. Taking a look with her hands all she could see and feel was red, everywhere.
After that she would never be the same.
She had been snapped.
It broke her.
Victim: teenage girl around 17 years of age, blonde hair, brown eyes. Suicide committed at approximately 03.45 on 4/9.