"Art is the antidote that can call us back from the edge of numbness, restoring the ability to feel for another."
-Barbara Kingsolver
Table of Contents
Damned Spot
Jessica Navin '19
Morning and Noon
Molly Jones '18
The Starving Hologram
Haley Malstrom '17
Moonrise
Molly Jones '18
Morpheus and Mortal
Jessica Navin '19
Untitled Song
Thomas Bradford '17
Thoreau the Lens
Kelly Ward '19
The Hand that Broke the Glass
Kelly Ward '19
La Silla Caliente
Molly Jones '18
Where is Waldo, Really?
Emma Penafiel '17
Knitting
Jessica Navin '19
Jessica Navin '19
Morning and Noon
Molly Jones '18
The Starving Hologram
Haley Malstrom '17
Moonrise
Molly Jones '18
Morpheus and Mortal
Jessica Navin '19
Untitled Song
Thomas Bradford '17
Thoreau the Lens
Kelly Ward '19
The Hand that Broke the Glass
Kelly Ward '19
La Silla Caliente
Molly Jones '18
Where is Waldo, Really?
Emma Penafiel '17
Knitting
Jessica Navin '19
Damned Spot
I'll swallow green glass and look into my tongue,
My throat a rose-garden.
If my blood sticks to the sink, the cold water will get it,
But I can't wash it off my hands.
The bitter taste in my mouth is the lack of another flavor,
Stale petals and a dusting of rust.
I could cry for me or I could cry for you,
But I decide against both.
Jessica Navin '19
My throat a rose-garden.
If my blood sticks to the sink, the cold water will get it,
But I can't wash it off my hands.
The bitter taste in my mouth is the lack of another flavor,
Stale petals and a dusting of rust.
I could cry for me or I could cry for you,
But I decide against both.
Jessica Navin '19
Morning and Noon
Molly Jones '18
The Starving Hologram
The same thing happens everyday.
I reach out to tap her shoulder
But I'm too late and she’s on her way.
And I am another day older.
Her eyes large and opulent
full of dimension, life, breath.
My feet don’t touch the ground,
My voice calls out no audible sound.
For I am a hologram on the museum wall;
not a real man but a mere illusion.
Hoping that she walks down my exhibit hall
silently crying out.
I have never been so famished.
Yearning for the satisfaction of her gaze.
I wish I could make these feelings vanish
into an everlasting oblivion haze.
But everyday I hang here; an empty frame and spirit
While she moves with fluidity and vibrance.
My throat’s consistency exhausted flames, pity she can’t hear it.
My stomach’s claws break through tender tissue walls
In hopes of nourishing touch.
No matter how much I try
I am nothing but a sham.
I will always be a two-dimensional
starving hologram.
Haley Malstrom '17
I reach out to tap her shoulder
But I'm too late and she’s on her way.
And I am another day older.
Her eyes large and opulent
full of dimension, life, breath.
My feet don’t touch the ground,
My voice calls out no audible sound.
For I am a hologram on the museum wall;
not a real man but a mere illusion.
Hoping that she walks down my exhibit hall
silently crying out.
I have never been so famished.
Yearning for the satisfaction of her gaze.
I wish I could make these feelings vanish
into an everlasting oblivion haze.
But everyday I hang here; an empty frame and spirit
While she moves with fluidity and vibrance.
My throat’s consistency exhausted flames, pity she can’t hear it.
My stomach’s claws break through tender tissue walls
In hopes of nourishing touch.
No matter how much I try
I am nothing but a sham.
I will always be a two-dimensional
starving hologram.
Haley Malstrom '17
Moonrise
Molly Jones '18
Morpheus and Mortal
Why come here to bend,
to fix the breathing of my bones,
When yours are so like to crumble?
The gold burns off in haughty smoke,
red and brown and black,
Like the core of the earth.
You shrink from divinity to match my height,
spine crackling down,
As the ground shakes.
I reach for your hand through its ebbing glow,
and it feels like human skin.
Jessica Navin '19
to fix the breathing of my bones,
When yours are so like to crumble?
The gold burns off in haughty smoke,
red and brown and black,
Like the core of the earth.
You shrink from divinity to match my height,
spine crackling down,
As the ground shakes.
I reach for your hand through its ebbing glow,
and it feels like human skin.
Jessica Navin '19
Thoreau the Lens
Kelly Ward '19
The Hand that Broke the Glass
Kelly Ward '19
La Silla Caliente
Molly Jones '18
Where is Waldo, Really?
September 18th, 1987-
Boston Globe
A string of recent art robberies leave local officials baffled
First the Metropolitan, and then the Museum of Fine Arts, the chain is connected by the calling card left behind at the crime scene, a red and white striped key with the letters “W.A.L.D.O” inscribed along the side. With no other information besides a blurry photo from earlier that day of a man in a red and white striped shirt, pom pomed red and white winter hat, and jeans, police are now referring to the man at large as “Waldo.” They are offering an award to anyone who may have clues as to his whereabouts.
As of now, the only thing that is clear following such big targets, is this criminal wants to be known.
…
But with the little evidence police are left to scratch their heads. Waldo may go down in history as one of the cleverest and most elusive men in history.
June 3rd, 1990-
New York Times
The red and white striped keys pop up all around the world
Yes, that is right. The man referred to as the “Candy Cane Man” or “Waldo” has once again struck… everywhere. His trademark keys are starting to appear next to empty display cases all around the world. The British Art Museum (London), The Louvre (Paris), The Smithsonian (D.C.), the Phillips Collection (D.C.), National Museum of Spain (Madrid), Uffizi Gallery (Florence), Art Institute of Chicago (Chicago), The Metropolitan (New York), and the Kunsthause (Zurich). Without any apparent rhythm to his strikes, the only information known about his targets are that he goes after the biggest and the best. Fortunately, classics such as DaVinci’s “Mona Lisa” and “The Last Supper” remain untouched, investigators believe out of what seems to be respect.
…
Still, people around the world want to know: Who and where is Waldo?
August 9th, 1999-
FBI MOST WANTED:
“Waldo”
AGE: Unknown; On the run since 1987
DESCRIPTION: Boxy Chin, Short Brown Hair Parted to the Side, Round Spectacles, White Cap with Red Rim and Pom Pom, Usually Seen Wearing a Red and White Striped Long Sleeved Shirt
LAST KNOWN LOCATION: The Metropolitan
WANTED FOR: Art Theft and Trespassing.
WARNING: Extremely Witty, Quirky, and Cunning
REWARD FOR CAPTURE: Acceptance to the University of Chicago
January 2nd, 2005-
Huffington Post
Forbidden Love in NYC?
BREAKING NEWS. After years of inactivity, notorious art thief, Waldo, spotted among a sea of people in Times Square for New Year’s Eve. An eyewitness who wishes to remain anonymous comments:
“At first I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the red and white stripes gave him away.”
…
Further evidence suggests he was with famous photographer, Wenda, at the scene with a white and red striped dog around 11:39 p.m. before blending into the crowd. Wenda refuses to comment at this time.
…
People all around the world now wonder: Why was Waldo there and where is he now?
August 10th, 2017-
100 ??? Street
I stare down at the key I had just received in my hand, red and white paint making it look like a misshapen candy cane. Smiling, I run my hand across the markings on the side reading “W. A. L. D. O.”
Placing the key besides me as I roll the sleeves of my oversized red and white sweatshirt up to my elbows. I contemplate my first conquest... the Smart Museum of Art and Regenstein Library. From there? The history and appreciation for the art, and the rare book collection. (And maybe a gargoyle or two to honor my predecessor.)
Emma Penafiel '17
Boston Globe
A string of recent art robberies leave local officials baffled
First the Metropolitan, and then the Museum of Fine Arts, the chain is connected by the calling card left behind at the crime scene, a red and white striped key with the letters “W.A.L.D.O” inscribed along the side. With no other information besides a blurry photo from earlier that day of a man in a red and white striped shirt, pom pomed red and white winter hat, and jeans, police are now referring to the man at large as “Waldo.” They are offering an award to anyone who may have clues as to his whereabouts.
As of now, the only thing that is clear following such big targets, is this criminal wants to be known.
…
But with the little evidence police are left to scratch their heads. Waldo may go down in history as one of the cleverest and most elusive men in history.
June 3rd, 1990-
New York Times
The red and white striped keys pop up all around the world
Yes, that is right. The man referred to as the “Candy Cane Man” or “Waldo” has once again struck… everywhere. His trademark keys are starting to appear next to empty display cases all around the world. The British Art Museum (London), The Louvre (Paris), The Smithsonian (D.C.), the Phillips Collection (D.C.), National Museum of Spain (Madrid), Uffizi Gallery (Florence), Art Institute of Chicago (Chicago), The Metropolitan (New York), and the Kunsthause (Zurich). Without any apparent rhythm to his strikes, the only information known about his targets are that he goes after the biggest and the best. Fortunately, classics such as DaVinci’s “Mona Lisa” and “The Last Supper” remain untouched, investigators believe out of what seems to be respect.
…
Still, people around the world want to know: Who and where is Waldo?
August 9th, 1999-
FBI MOST WANTED:
“Waldo”
AGE: Unknown; On the run since 1987
DESCRIPTION: Boxy Chin, Short Brown Hair Parted to the Side, Round Spectacles, White Cap with Red Rim and Pom Pom, Usually Seen Wearing a Red and White Striped Long Sleeved Shirt
LAST KNOWN LOCATION: The Metropolitan
WANTED FOR: Art Theft and Trespassing.
WARNING: Extremely Witty, Quirky, and Cunning
REWARD FOR CAPTURE: Acceptance to the University of Chicago
January 2nd, 2005-
Huffington Post
Forbidden Love in NYC?
BREAKING NEWS. After years of inactivity, notorious art thief, Waldo, spotted among a sea of people in Times Square for New Year’s Eve. An eyewitness who wishes to remain anonymous comments:
“At first I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the red and white stripes gave him away.”
…
Further evidence suggests he was with famous photographer, Wenda, at the scene with a white and red striped dog around 11:39 p.m. before blending into the crowd. Wenda refuses to comment at this time.
…
People all around the world now wonder: Why was Waldo there and where is he now?
August 10th, 2017-
100 ??? Street
I stare down at the key I had just received in my hand, red and white paint making it look like a misshapen candy cane. Smiling, I run my hand across the markings on the side reading “W. A. L. D. O.”
Placing the key besides me as I roll the sleeves of my oversized red and white sweatshirt up to my elbows. I contemplate my first conquest... the Smart Museum of Art and Regenstein Library. From there? The history and appreciation for the art, and the rare book collection. (And maybe a gargoyle or two to honor my predecessor.)
Emma Penafiel '17
Knitting
You'll see I knit with notes of the sky
In a hard-set solitude that borders on lonely,
And a hard-won quiet that settles like mist.
The yarn pulls in and out,
In lines of tearful blue,
Of curling whorls of wind rolling to a perfect heap.
The string sinks into my skin, the needles to my fingers,
'Til I am circled to the work
Like spider to her web.
You'll see I make a passing scarf-
That it tumbles like clouds over earth, to wrap me up
'Til you look where I sat and see only the sky.
Jessica Navin '19
In a hard-set solitude that borders on lonely,
And a hard-won quiet that settles like mist.
The yarn pulls in and out,
In lines of tearful blue,
Of curling whorls of wind rolling to a perfect heap.
The string sinks into my skin, the needles to my fingers,
'Til I am circled to the work
Like spider to her web.
You'll see I make a passing scarf-
That it tumbles like clouds over earth, to wrap me up
'Til you look where I sat and see only the sky.
Jessica Navin '19