v.1 is RISD’s student-led publication. Its form and content change from year to year (it’s always “volume 1”).

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  1. Call for Submissions, SOS Edition
  2. 3.29.20 Irina V. Wang
  3. Let Yourself Be Lifted Jackie Scott
  4. Art Is Everything Jen Liese
  5. Two Poems Ella Rosenblatt
  6. Living Room Dance Party Ariel Wills
  7. On Walking When Walking Is Advised Against Keavy Handley-Byrne
  8. Untitled Cita Devlin
  9. Ads in Corona Hannah Oatman
  10. COVID-19 and Communitas Elaine Lopez
  11. A Time for Pie Elizabeth Burmann
  12. How to Stay Motivated When You’re Stuck at Home Clarisse Angkasa
  13. Coerced Harmony (A Tour) Hammad Abid
  14. Zooming In and Out Tongji Philip Qian
  15. [Form] Ciara Carlyle
  16. Hi.txt Dan Luo
  17. A poem about boredom, a composite Maixx Culver-Hagins
  18. Eyewitness News Tristram Lansdowne
  19. Distance Maps Marcus Peabody
  20. Therapeutic Suggestion Maria Aliberti Lubertazzi
  21. Keep Your Heart Six Feet Away From Mine (and other moments) Arielle Eisen
  22. Twenty Instructions for COVID-19 Charlott Isobel Dazan
  23. Cuerno 1 y 2 Yan Diego Estrella Wilson
  24. A Monolith of Grief Regarding the Absence of Touches, or Letter to a Future Lover García Sinclair
  25. Coronavirus by the Thousands Drew Dodge
  26. Two Poems Kathryn Li
  27. Beds Are Burning Aleks Dawson
  28. Still Lifes Yidan Wang
  29. Fragments of Seva Jagdeep Raina
  30. Packing Up and Staying Woojin Kim
  31. Chronic Pain and Fermentation Ralph Davis
  32. Quarantine Letters Hannah Moore
  33. Sounds of Silence: An Isolation Soundscape Dara Benno
  34. 14 Day Detox for Designers Erica Silver

Winter 2020

  1. From the Editors
  2. The Phantom Audience, or How to “Really Do It” Asher White
  3. Some Dry Season(ing) / 5 Tales in an Embryo Room Yuqing Liu
  4. Throwing Salt, Constructing the Homeland Ariel Wills
  5. Infinity Balloon Man Jack Zhou
  6. Texas Triptych Ali Dipp
  7. Phenomenology of Bones Chris Shen
  8. Erlking Yiqun Zhou
  9. Trouble in Reality Elena Foraker
  10. Family Stories Gina Vestuti
  11. Treasure Reilly Blum

Fall 2019
  1. From the Editors
  2. Architecture and Its Ghosts Xuan Liu
  3. Fit/O!de Jeff Katz
  4. Desde La Chinaca y La China Poblana Ariel Wills
  5. Ballast Tiger Dingsun
  6. Love Letters Brenda Rodriguez
  7. The Anxieties of Plant-sitting Carol Demick
  8. Zadie & Teju Ariel Wills
  9. Smooth Stones Ali Dipp 
  10. Kantha’s Melodies Michelle Dixon
  11. Glory West Megan Solis
  12. The 50 Best Albums of the 2010s Asher White

Spring 2019

  1. From the Editors
  2. A Room without a View: Reflections on Studio Practice from a Privileged Poor Chantal Feitosa
  3. Between the Battlements Jeremy Wolin

  4. Accessing Color: Dissecting the Harvard Art Museum’s Forbes Pigment Collection Makoto Kumasaka
  5. British Club Tattoos Nasser Alzayani
  6. Making Space: Creativity and Resilience in War-Time Sri Lanka Elizabeth Dean Hermann
  7. How to Become Trans: A Proposal for the Modern-Day Gender-Agnostic Asher White
  8. Making It Up: A Conversation with Kent Kleinman Wen Zhuang
  9. “In Peace”: A Conversation with Matthew Shenoda Mays Albaik
  10. Suburbia_hours.mov Nora Mayer
  11. Negative Spaces Emily Wright
  12. Centerfold: Urgency Lab
  13. Rise Up: The Sunrise Movement Takes Root in Rhode Island Irina V. Wang
  14. After Strand Nafis White and García Sinclair
  15. Soldiers of Love? Karen Schiff
  16. Decoding Ghosts Molly Hastings
  17. An Annotated Bibliography Eli Backer
  18. Jesus, Marilyn, and Britney: Relationships between Religion and Celebrity Culture Nina Yuchi
  19. The Social (Antique) Network: Empathy in the Age of Digital Antiquing Zola Anderson
  20. My Little Episodes Michael Brandes
  21. Seeking Fair Game on Hidden Fields Reilly Blum
  22. The Should Be Here Is Not Here Joss Liao
  23. Index of Agency Sophie Chien
  24. Don’t Eat the Models Barbara Stehle
  25. Hypothetical Drink Personality Test: Who Said What, and When? Eliza Chen
  26. Dear Arabic Mohammed Nassem

Fall 2018 

  1. From the Editors
  2. How to Make a Person: A Recipe Mays Albaik
  3. Providence Votes Marcus Peabody
  4. Encounters with the Codex: Redefining Forms of Publication June Yoon
  5. How to Encounter a Puddle Anny Li
  6. A Brief List of Premises from a Maker Stuck with Paper, Politics, and Performance Yasi Alipour
  7. Art Writing and the Place of the “I” Randy Kennedy
  8. Written in Stone: Lineage, Legacy, and Letterforms Irina V. Wang
  9. The Unbearable Whiteness of Being (a Graphic Designer) Tiger Dingsun
  10. Colliers/Necklaces Théïa Flynn
  11. When One Door Closes: Examining Issues of Space and Student Curation on Campus Wen Zhuang
  12. Addressing the Empty Plinth: Lessons from Gallery Shows and Public Art Jeremy Wolin
  13. Modern Usage: In Conversation with Remeike Forbes Eliza Chen and Tiger Dingsun
  14. Dangling Threads: Remaining Unclear in Capital Everett Epstein
  15. A Vagabond Viking Voyage and Midsummer Daydream Mike Fink
  16. Everything is Interdependent Angela Dufresne
  17. La Bolita Elaine Lopez
  18. Bread Day Olive B. Godlee
  19. Against the Archive Satpreet Kahlon

2017 - 2018 

  1. Birds, Bees, and Beyond: The Nature Lab Evolves
  2. Concrete Mixer Drum Solo
  3. Negative Spaces
  4. “Printer Prosthetics” at NYABF
  5. On Writing: Nader Tehrani and Katie Faulkner
  6. On Writing: Marie Law Adams and Dan Adams
  7. On Writing: Kunlé Adeyemi
  8. Connecting Food and Design
  9. Remixing Architectural Discourse
  10. Genesis : 1: Beret Shit
  11. “No voy a actuar en el mundo antes de entenderlo”: Una conversación con Alfredo Jaar
  12. “I Will Not Act in the World Before Understanding the World”: A Conversation with Alfredo Jaar
  13. Imagining Irmgard
  14. Afterwords: Bite
  15. Afterwords: Portals
  16. Afterwords: Calendar
  17. Seeking Drafts

Decoding Ghosts

Molly Hastings (BFA SC 2019)

In October 2016, I finished making my first Extremely Low Frequency (E.L.F.) receiver. It was a simple contraption made up of two wooden boards and one roll of thin copper wire, which would take in low-frequency electromagnetic waves and output them in the audible sound range. Both ends of the wire were soldered to an ⅛-inch audio jack cut from a pair of headphones, which went into a tape player lent to me by a friend. The tape player was later stolen from my studio, but the tapes I had recorded onto were left behind. They play a strong static that’s clearly not a malfunction but some kind of message—or more accurately, the absence of a message, the kind of message/non-message hybrid where you don’t actually know if there could be an original sender, and you’re not quite sure if you were meant to receive it. There is a kind of animacy to the sound that tells you it is coming from something, somewhere.

Portable broadcaster for the post-biotic.

It’s like this: At first, you wait for the code. Then, you decode for a message. But what happens if there is no confirmation of a code, or a message, in the first place? What if there is nothing, no signal, just static? Can you wrap yourself in the static and become the code? Can you find joy in the un-coded, or in the code that you can feel and touch but cannot comprehend?

Waiting for a signal in the Rhode Island Desert.

In The Body in Pain (1985), Elaine Scarry argues that pain can unmake the world. Pain pushes all things aside, and when one is in pain, pain is the only thing one can see. It unmakes language too—while the English language is extremely object-oriented, pain has no object to it. Scarry states that “we do not simply ‘have feelings’ but have feelings for something or somebody, that love is love of x, fear is fear of y.” But pain, unlike other “emotional, perceptual, and somatic states,” has no referential content. You can only liken it to something else. As in, “It feels like my arm is on fire! As if I’m burning alive! It feels like ah!! ah!!!” This inability to describe pain directly means that unless it is visible in the form of blood, bones, or otherwise, a person who is merely a witness to pain can fundamentally disbelieve the pain of another. When speaking about one’s own pain to another, Scarry observes, “two wholly distinct events occur.” For the person whose pain it is, it is “effortlessly grasped,” but for the witness, listener, doctor, friend, “what is effortless is not grasping it.”

This disconnect creates political complications, alongside personal ones. These complications turn back in on each other until they are no longer separable. Scarry, again, asks a baseline question: “How is it that one person can be in the presence of another person in pain and not know it—to the point where [they themselves] inflict it and go on inflicting it?” This tumbles into the next dilemma, that “the relative ease or difficulty with which any given phenomenon can be verbally represented also influences the ease or difficulty with which that phenomenon comes to be politically represented.”

Language itself is a code, and this formalization of language is a continuing political project, though I do not claim or believe this project to be the be-all-end-all of language. This language/code project is supposed to allow us to communicate all things and thus assumes that all things which exist should be communicable. Language is the medium through which we construct our thoughts, language is a border-boundary of logic, language is a baseline for reality. Like, if you can’t think it, is it real? Can you, should you, express the inexpressible? Recommended reading here: Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logicus (just the first and last seven pages, do not waste your time on the rest).

Whenever a border is created, it can and will and should be transgressed. (Please note the use of border and not boundary. A boundary is mutually agreed upon, created on a case by case basis, and can be porous and rigid and healthy. A border is made to protect capital and trap bodies). This goes the same for language construction as for regimes, nation-states, lines drawn to trap or exclude. Language exists to pin something down (as well as many other reasons). But does it not seem like a convenient feature of capitalism that pain is linguistically marginalized? If pain is particularly inexpressible, then it becomes easier to ignore those attempting to express it.

In “Sick Woman Theory,” artist Johanna Hedva tracks the connections between pain, gender, and privilege:

The Sick Woman is an identity and body that can belong to anyone denied the privileged existence—or the cruelly optimistic promise of such an existence—of the white, straight, healthy, neurotypical, upper and middle-class, cis- and able-bodied man who makes his home in a wealthy country, has never not had health insurance, and whose importance to society is everywhere recognized and made explicit by that society; whose importance and care dominates that society, at the expense of everyone else. And, crucially: The Sick Woman is who capitalism needs to perpetuate itself. Why? Because to stay alive, capitalism cannot be responsible for our care—its logic of exploitation requires that some of us die.

Capitalism may not have created the problems of pain and expressibility, but it leans into them, perpetuating and re-territorializing until the pain is unrecognizable, foreign, a state you are only able to exit if you’re Good and Lucky and White.

In 2017, I began researching ghosts. I had a theory that ghosts were actually moments where your body could not hold what happened in a coherent way, and so released it as a ghost, to haunt you. I then added a second theory, that perhaps those ghosts lived in the electromagnetic spectrum. It would explain common ghost sightings. People have different sensory experiences depending on whether the body absorbs the frequencies or allows them to pass. Sometimes they are heard, sometimes seen, sometimes felt. The electromagnetic spectrum seemed as good a site as any for ghosts to live, considering their tendency to return.

As it turns out, in constructing these ideas, I came fairly close to how some theorists understand trauma, memory, and flashbacks. Cathy Caruth, a trauma theorist and researcher, describes in Recapturing the Past the way personal trauma forms as a temporal paradox. Although traumatic memory returns as a memory that is present, vivid, and precise, it is “accompanied by an amnesia for the past,” a loss of “the very continuity of conscious thought.” This is often seen in the form of a flashback. “While the traumatized are called upon to see and to relive the insistent reality of the past, they recover a past that encounters consciousness only through the very denial of active recollection.” This denial is the body’s refusal to give you the memory you are looking to properly remember. A compulsive return as temporal paradox! Caruth continues, “The literal registration of an event—the capacity to continually, in the flashback, reproduce it in exact detail—appears to be connected, in traumatic experience, precisely with the way it escapes full consciousness as it occurs. Traumatic memory has never, from the beginning, been fully integrated into understanding. And therefore that history has no place, neither in the past, in which it was not fully experience, nor in the present, in which its precise images and enactments are not fully understood.” It is incomprehensible.

So I built a machine that would send messages on bluetooth frequencies to my “ghost,” which I had hubristically decided I was ready to integrate. I ended up abandoning the project once I finished the machine, because (surprise!) I wasn’t ready to integrate that ghost. Carruth touches on this in her book, acknowledging that “trauma seems to evoke the difficult truth of history that is constituted by the very incomprehensibility of its occurrence. Does trauma require integration—for testimony and cure? But integration means the loss of the event’s initial incomprehensibility, the force of its affront to understanding. It is this dilemma that underlies many survivors’ reluctance to translate their experience into speech.”

I thought I could logic my way through my feelings, empirically consider them, and my careful logic would lead me to total happiness and complete recovery. All things would be reconciled and ordered, finally! The realization that there is a space in between integration and denial ripped a hole in my language-reality-construct. In that hole I can let myself circle and dig and listen, without naming. For me, the act of rendering traumatic memories legible has actually resulted in further traumatization through "rational thinking” masquerading as processing. Accepting incoherency has, alongside years of therapy, pushed me to look outside words and objects and capitalist structures. Through attempting and failing to picture the rational dimensionality that one assigns to a Wi-Fi signal, I was able to register the incoherence and continue on.

Molly Hastings is trying to commune with the MEGASOUL.