Extended Collaboration, March 16 2023

After enjoying a taco dinner prepared by our wonderful colleague and art professor Jon Puls, our students shared the art-text collaborations they've been working on the past few weeks. The results follow. Click on the images for better views. 

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Emily Seeba, Ella Buell, India Long:

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Elena Stiff, Chris Matthews:

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Aspen Haw, Trinity Van Gaasbeek, Molly Pederson (more photos of this project are coming): 

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Hannah Fodera, Marin Hein:

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Kristen Kim, Joy Nowak, Leticia Torres:

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Evan Dickerson, Jonah Williams

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Tyffani Jensen, Lexi Anderson, Emily Adamson:

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Ivy Guo, Miranda Moore, Grace Ulibarri:

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Ally Brodmann, Madeline Gruenler, Abby Radtke:

Spot Collab w/ artists and writers

We met on the evening of Thursday, Feb. 23, to do some fun, on-the-spot collaborations. Students were given images and text on paper, tape, and scissors, and were then invited to make what they would in about 45 minutes' time. Here's what they made. 

Cross-Genre Conversation Piece

The students read a number of Marianne Moore poems and considered their structure alongside a number of boxes made by the artist Joseph Cornell. We usually begin the class with this writer-artist pair, since both Moore and Cornell make work that adheres to strict spatial restriction, both are highly attentive to detail, and both are collectors—of language, of bits of ephemera, of knowledge. The students were then invited to make a response, in only one hour's time, that responded to, embodied, or was inspired by the poetry they had read and the art they had looked at. 

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Elena Stiff:

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Jonah Williams:

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Hannah Fodera:

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Lexi Anderson:

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Ivy Guo:

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Ally Brodmann:

cassiopeia 1

cassiopeia, where are you now? I can

just barely see you, only if I tilt my head

there or there. has the crown fallen

from your head? or is it where you wished

it would stay? your moonbeams and

mindgames are messing with the little

sanity I’ve fought hard to keep intact.

with trembling, unsteady hands clutched

tight to my aching chest, my toes inch

closer towards the crumbling edge

of the milky white concrete,

wiggling as they move just

past the point where I can

no longer grip on for safety.

I tilt forward further, further,

rocking on the balls of my feet,

hoping to catch a glimpse of you

and your regal beauty. if I fall now

and give into my temptations

and fall through the cracks,

would anyone catch me?

would you catch me?

one foot hovers into the abyss,

and then the other as I tip forward,

my blue nail polish matching

the darkened palette of blues

and other hues below me.

please, catch me.

I fall, falling hard and fast

past the bullish beast,

past a shooting star,

past another, and another,

until my back collapsed against

the ground of a moon, creating

a small crater of shelter around me.

you didn’t catch me, but I’m already

here, so I’ll wait, wait to see

if you’ll come like I wanted, hoped,

prayed. moving into a standing

position, I turn my head to look

at the unfathomable amount

of stars, and spirals, and space.

moody blues and moldy grays

bleed into the night,

threatening to drip drip drip

onto my hair and make

a constellation of freckles

across my nose as I stare

up at the darkened sky.

you won’t come and find me.

and honestly, maybe that’s okay.

maybe you’ve had a bad day too.

maybe the crown is holding

you down, too much for one

person to handle. or maybe,

you just didn’t care, too busy

staring at your own reflection

to see me waving the white flag.

TIME: 31 January 2022 → 12:02pm-1:02pm

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Madeline Gruenler:

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Evan Dickerson:

[Audio file to come!]

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Trinity Van Gaasbeek:

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Joy Nowak: 

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Emily Seeba:

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Emily Adamson:

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Grace Ulibarri:

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Leticia Torres:

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India Long:

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Aspen Haw: