Author: EMMERT

THE BOTTOM OF THE BOX

EMMERT

Pandora’s Box is a relic of Greek Mythology, a box said to contain all the evil that could ever befall men. It was not to be opened, but Pandora (being human) had a natural sense of curiosity and lifted the lid. Wickedness was released unto the world, and by the time the box was closed, all had escaped and spread throughout the earth. Only one thing remained- Hope.
This photographic series is intended to explore the subject of hope and its elusiveness. People are in a state of struggle and often blinded by their despair. They cannot distinguish the light from their darkness. To them, there is no tomorrow, just now. However, in reality, hope is all around us. You just have to look hard enough to find it.

-Writing and Photographs by Andrew Truong
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lighting dancing painting

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We’re studying slow shutter speed in Photo 1 right now. Ivy Remington went into a dark room and outlined Mckenzie Walker 24 times with a flashlight. I put the shots into a sequence and added a Portishead song. The result? 24 seconds of “light painting” awesomeness.

b.i.r.d.

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Sgt. Jackson, also known to those in the battalion as “Black Jack,” stared at the sky. There seemed to be something in it. He could hear a buzzing in his ears—not loud, but definitely there. It was getting louder and more irritating. Jackson closed his eyes and started to fall into the dark, until he realized the buzzing sounded like screaming. His eyes snapped open and he saw a marine leaning over him.
“Get up now, sir!” the man yelled, looking terrified,“They’re almost here!”
Black Jack rose to a sitting position, and the marine reached out his hand and helped him to his feet.
“Where are the others?” Black Jack asked.
“Already took cover in the bunker, sir,” the marine said. “We need to get there, too”.There was a screaming from the sky, and then a crater and pile of wreckage appeared right ahead them. Black Jack was knocked to the ground, losing his breath. He looked to where the marine had been standing and saw him on the ground, a shard of metal the size of a forearm going through his neck. The marine’s eyes looked out, unblinking… Read more →

THREE THOUSAND

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02.30.10 :::
Lee Emmert’s Immune System Project won the College Board’s 2011 Award for Excellence and Innovation in the Arts!

“The selection committee was very impressed with how the program connects students with their community and with professional artists, ” says College Board Coordinator Erica Selah. “The Immune System is a testament to the kind of positive impact that high expectations for all students can have on their learning.”

The College Board has issued Heritage High School a $3,000 monetary award to support the continuation of the program, and Mr. Emmert was honored at the College Board’s Western Forum in San Francisco on February 25-26. He’s also been invited to speak on the importance of Arts and CTE programming at the Board’s Annual Conference in San Francisco this upcoming July.

Nothing Should Happen

EMMERT

The moon is in pieces. Space station Exodus drilled towards the core of the white orb and hit something. Like a gas pocket. But the moon is dead. Something went wrong and now everything is going down the toilet.
[media-credit name=”Image courtesy Joshua Pearson” align=”alignright” width=”400″][/media-credit]I stared long and hard at my basketball, the Nike symbol stared back. “How could something that is a fossilized satellite just fall to pieces?” The answer alluded all reason. I tried to understand the problem the whole world was now faced with. If I take a needle and stick it into my basketball and push into the center nothing should happen. What are the odds of it exploding? My basketball is dead, just like the moon, right? Then why is it in pieces?

I wonder if NASA is having the same trouble as I am. I wonder how bad this is going to affect the world. I’ve read those books about asteroids hitting the moon and stuff, knocking it out of orbit and whatnot. But that’s just out of orbit—this is in pieces—like lots of little pieces.

I looked towards the sky; I could see the moon (or now moons). It looked as if someone was breaking a white dinner plate in slow motion, and now everything was just expanding out into space. If pieces of the moon were expanding in all directions, doesn’t that mean it was expanding towards earth too? Just yesterday I was worrying about getting a girlfriend, and now the moon is in pieces. I never would have thought that when I woke up this morning the whole world was going to be in jeopardy. Things haven’t been all that great in the world lately, but at least we blew up the moon and not ourselves.

He said this was going to happen, that goofy guy on the news channel. He always said that drilling towards the center of something we know almost nothing about was probably a bad idea. “It’s like walking into a cave where you can’t see anything but you can hear a beast inside,,” he’d said. What I don’t think the media or that goofy guy realized, is that the government isn’t afraid of anything. It’s as if they were throwing pebbles at the Washington monument in hopes of bringing it to the ground.
[media-credit name=”Image courtesy Joshua Trottier” align=”aligncenter” width=”560″][/media-credit]I rolled off the curb and forced myself to stand up. Sweat dripped down my face. I readied myself to shoot the ball. I tried to concentrate, but my thoughts made it hard to focus. I bent my knees, and took my shot—jumping as I pushed the ball skyward . Air ball. It didn’t even hit the backboard.

With the feeling of failure in my throat I walked towards the front door. I left the basketball in the neighbor’s bushes where it landed. I sort of stumbled through the front door, walked upstairs to my room, jumped and landed face first into my bed.

Story by Tyler Raskin

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