Works in acrylic paint and charcoal by Savanna R.
When I was a child of about ten or so, my family took me abroad for a year in Europe and the UK. We stayed in Jericho, Oxford, where I attended a British elementary school with a loose Church of England religious affiliation, and we toured a few countries with a slight emphasis on major cities, museums, and landmarks. Over the course of this, I was exposed to a massive spread of what I will call “agreed-upon” or “condensed” beauty. Meaning, this painting is one of those that must be displayed for the public, that must be rare, that says something poignant and edifying or ratifying. Or this composition of stacked stone, or marble filigree or what have you, has not rotted away and its preservation should be rightly beheld. Sometimes, this book’s literary tone of voice is one that should echo in the heads of each student, man, woman… and I am not protesting that. I have a great appreciation for what my eyes have captured, and these constructions of ancient labor, or typewriter clicks and oils, have an undisputed place in it.
This ordained sense of beauty is not at all bad, yet as I grew up I began to find it too constraining a space, too compacted a world. That beauty should be a certain shape of flesh upon the skull, a certain arching ceiling, or a pre-approved aesthetic is not what my experience had shown me. These “condensed” sights are not useless: they gave me a framework for my own understanding of beauty to grow—a sort of mental trellis.
So, while I can be taken with rich carpets and the wrought wonder of lamps, chairs, silverware—I will become equally, if not more, enthralled with the slope of light pooling in the edges of a glass cup, a sudden prismatic scatter across my own skin in a sharper sunbeam, or the bare body of a tree debarked by senescence.
—from an essay by Anna P.
Hand-marbled paper, gouache, and ink on paper by Sophie B.
During Field Work Term, I would absolutely love to work with the Pittsburgh Pirates, a Major League Baseball team. In 2011, I fell in love with baseball, specifically Pirates baseball, and haven’t stopped since. I watch, listen to, or follow every game, gathering information about every pitcher, batter, and umpire that I can. The game just fascinates me, and one dream I have is to work in the front office for the Pirates, researching players and drawing up trades. I also enjoy the broadcasting side of baseball, and I shadowed the voice of the Pirates a couple of years ago. Walking around the stadium, I felt so intrigued and connected. Baseball frustrates me sometimes, because I do not play it, and nothing I yell at the TV screen during a rough moment makes any difference. However, if I could work in the organization I love, I would have the potential to make an impact with my ideas, which would validate my passion for the game.
—Phoebe T’s idea for a Field Work Term
Ceramics work by Autumn H.