The Denali is an Online Arts and Literature Publication of Lane Community College located in Eugene, Oregon.
We have been publishing artwork from Lane’s residents since 1971 and we strive to keep giving this opportunity to new—or established—artists and share their work. The Denali proudly encourages students to submit any and all their works. Art types are welcome but not limited to:
short stories, prose, excerpts from novels/plays, music, scores, poetry, ceramics, woodworking, photography, digital painting, graphic design, jewelry, paintings, mixed media, character design, fashion design, animated short films, videography, poetry readings, music videos
LCC student and alumni artists and writers, do you want to see your work published? The Denali arts and literature online publication at LCC is now seeking submissions for our Winter 2023 issue. In this issue, we will explore the theme – Possibility.
Fall 2022 - Decomposition
Spring 2022 -Transience
Creator Spotlight: Bob De Vine
This week, The Denali is proud to present “Maps and Hieroglyphs – NTS I-VII,” a new series of paintings by artist and professor Bob De Vine. The series deals with the consequences of America’s nuclear testing. In our first video Spotlight Interview, Bob shows us the series and talks about its inspiration at his studio in Eugene. Bob also discusses how he coped with the COVID pandemic as a professor and how that has impacted this series. We hope you enjoy!
Read our most recent spotlight interviews!
Jessica Spring is a letterpress printer whose work “Hate Corrodes The Vessels In Which It Is Stored” appeared recently at the Lane Art Gallery. She is the proprietor of letterpress business Springtide Press, collaborator on the Dead Feminists project, and has work featured in the collections of esteemed institutions across the U.S.
THE STORM AND THE DEVIL
BY KEEGAN LEVI POND
I thought I’d made it through the storm.
That we clashed, and went our separate ways,
As far away from each other as the world would allow.
But the storm did not move.
While I sailed, it stood raging,
The eye was far wider than I let myself believe.
Now the storm sifts through the wreckage,