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

Packing Up and Staying

Woojin Kim (BFA PT 202?)

It’s so unbelievably hot. I imagine an egg that cooks in reverse. I picture my face on the yellow yolk while I think of that fable where the sun gets a traveler to take off his clothes by smiling at him really hard. Something about the power of persuasion.

It’s the season for dog soup, and I know a great spot in the neighbourhood. Do you want to go?
As always, I can’t tell if he’s joking. What’s that grin meant to convey? Convince? I say yes anyway.
You know what’s funny?
I say,
In English they call this time the dog days of summer. I think it has something to do with the stars though. Oh yeah, it’s probably for Sirius, who follows Orion through the summer sky. It’s a funny coincidence because 伏 is also a man and a dog. Sounds like 福 but for the dog, it’s the least fortunate day of the year.
Of course, he knows everything.

We duck into a store. I feel the humid air precipitating on the cool glass as I hold the door open.
This is the time of year to buy a winter coat, he says.

I slide my bare arms through the sleeves and feel the plastic silk lining, turned icy in the air-conditioned room, slowly warm up as I look at myself in the mirror. It’s not quite my size—just barely too big.

You’ll grow into it, he says, Pretty soon you’ll be taller than me.

Staring at our reflection, myself a couple inches shorter than he, I like the thought of treating him as a stepping stone. Pretty soon I’ll be taller than you. I get too hot and I have to take the coat off.

He said he liked it and kept it with him. Every winter I would see it again and say, Hey, nice coat. It came with him whenever he visited, left with him too.

My mother said he must like it so much because his girlfriend likes it. He’s not like you, she said. He’s tasteless.

I took the coat with me to college. He feigned resistance at first but when I offered to leave it behind for him he insisted that I take it. I’ve heard it gets cold there in the winter. It’s actually the same as it is here. I remember turning away at the airport, wondering if I had ever seen him smile like that before. At the time I thought he was happy watching me leave, but now I think maybe he might’ve just been happy to see me go, and though he never said it, sometimes I like to imagine that maybe he wanted to tell me he was proud.

All of the clothes I left in that house got thrown away.
As with so much else, I thought I could just come back later to find it waiting for me.
Did I think?
I’ll never touch them again.
The shirt with the sun calendar
Shoes I couldn’t wear as much as I would’ve liked
Shoes I wore too much
Letters that left and came back
The straw-coloured photograph
The cheap little pen, older than me
On my way out I caught a glimpse of a jacket I had paid too much for.

It’s funny, I think, that a goodbye can never really be satisfying. Maybe it’d be easier if this really were it, but we both know that nothing dies. How could a thought be so terrifying and soothing? I remember as a kid wanting to be a ghost, so I could watch everyone forever. I don’t think I realized at the time how sad that would be, but I think I’d still like it. It’s not like any of it was ever mine to keep in the first place, anyway.

I keep seeing talk about how now is the time to find rest. Do I agree? The best time to buy a winter coat is in July. The best walks happen before and after the sun, and the best sleep right in between. Now, more than ever, we see the sand in which the lines are drawn. It’s all crumbling and sinking. The tide is coming in. Do we run for high ground or learn to swim? Deep breaths are preparation.

Some time ago I thought I could achieve my childhood dream of hermit monkhood by going the opposite way—by wading through the muck, neck-deep, instead of leaving it behind. ... The world is a nasty, vulgar place that I can’t help but fall in love with every day. If I really believe what I say, I need to make direct eye contact with the objects of my revulsion (love) and run toward them, arms wide open.

What is disgusting (beautiful)?

—The industrial revolution rebooted like a Disney IP, bringing the factory back into the home
—The highly developed, efficient supply chain of eyes and teeth, of outsourcing pain as price
—Living near the outskirts of a gated community whose walls grow outward and upward, powerless except to run my hands over the vacancies where once there were bricks
—Looking up at manicured trees reaching up into the sky, turning around to face a corrugated sea
—I resent the online and its suffocating inevitability, the same way (and for the same reasons) I resent those I love.
—I feel like a wily coyote–my eyes have been stretched out of their sockets, ears turned to klaxons. Can I do the same with my fingertips?

I’m too often too shy to say it, so maybe I never really have, but I think it goes a little something like this:

I love you so very much. Yes, you. Sometimes it’s hard to bear, and I feel my chest caving in, sucking into a black hole of unfathomable mass. It makes me wish I could explode it outwards, obliterate myself in a suicide bomb of love. Instead I just keep chugging along, cautiously sipping on a too-hot coffee.

Zoom kinda sucks because the thing it does best is remind you of what you’re missing. Letters are quite nice—I’m writing you one right now—and I think it’s because they don’t try to fill the gaps. I’ve been spending time inside wishing I could just close my computer, go outside and walk forever. Instead I’m rubbing my eyes and going for a swim. Will you join me? Or are you already out there?

Woojin Kim, The Sun Hangs Low in the Summer. It Sits on the Skin and Stays Out of Reach, 2020