SILVER MOMENT
By Nancy Doolan
Foundations Professor

Oh Savannah, Child of vision, Once undone by time, then found and loved again by women and men, Restoring every brick of you, wherever they can. Nurtured artists of a quarter century, Creators moving out into the world, Children of our city, Our union Our Savannah Our college Our art Our design. Regale with us this Silver moment, This noted mark of singularity, Of dreams imagining, Of minds developing, Of wizards weaving and creating, This proudly gleaming Strand of time.

The River
By Leila Singleton
B.F.A. Graphic Design 2003

An inspiration,
aspiration,
tests the boundaries of a small pool of thoughts,
breaking the tentative, trembling membrane of its perimeter
to trickle like water,
tracing a line on the canvas of a land unquenched.
Thus a river is born.

A river is an invitation unspoken, rarely left unanswered.
So many generations have been beckoned to fertile crescents,
traversing distances rivaling a river’s stretch
to build on verdant banks
and drink from waters rich and deep.

But the river is not simply a purveyor:
just as great teachers learn from their students,
the river, too, grows by those it sustains.
When we dip our chalice in its waters
the river changes course to flow around it,
receiving the emptiness of our cup
as a volume it is eager to explore…
and when the sky glows a new color,
the river wears its hue.
And when the wind blows,
the river samples its rhythm in gyrating ripples.
And when, into the river, we drop a memento of our visit,
the river makes it a part of its bed.

The river does not claim immutability
or delight in the command of its presence.
Beginning as but a trickle,
a small inspiration,
it becomes a ribbon strung through the landscape,
a reflection of many hearts and minds.
It makes its mark
so that we, too, may make ours.


UNTITLED
By Robbi Behr
Illustration

I you assured knees and ankles standing on shoulders stretching from here to there conscious of it passing and making our mark.

back to top