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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

Three Dreams

Qingqing “Cath” Cai (BFA FD 2021)


I dreamed of whales last night. Whales in a gym, huge, all aground, lying very silently. Suddenly, there seemed to be fish jetting into the room, and they stuck onto the whales. Some whales stayed the same but others began to mutate. They shed and revealed their red, grainy flesh. The flesh stretched and clawed the fish, who clung on like parasites before finally being absorbed. The whole process ended within minutes. The whales’ skin grew back when the fish were fully absorbed, and they swelled much larger. This is the origin of cultivated whale meat.


My ex was a cancer patient in my dream last night. In a great, vast, empty field sat I, in the middle. He ran toward me, smiling, from the edge of the field and away from his friends. I imagined this field, although unfamiliar, to belong to my high school. His childhood friends, as scarce little dots along the horizon line, gently glanced at him.

A wind gushed my hair all over my face and I struggled to untangle it. When I did, he was standing right up close against the flesh-colored blur that is my nose, in the center of my vision. For a second I thought I saw Lord Voldemort from Harry Potter—the first film I saw on the big screen, which forbade me from sleeping for consecutive nights. During those seconds I was blinded, somehow his hair shed, his scalp crusted, his skin cells shrunk into a paste-like whiteness that glued haphazardly onto his skull. His eye sockets were two transparent blue-black dents, within which the curvatures faintly suggested a smile. I had to decide if I was scared. After waking up, I absolutely was, but was I? In that moment? His teeth I couldn’t remember the looks of, but I’m sure they were yellow and snarled, just like Voldemort’s.

My ex was not yet a cancer patient when I saw him in my dream, but became one after I woke up, when I thought of my father. My father was a cancer patient. He had paste for skin and dents for eyes. His teeth were fine though.

I have become increasingly uncertain about most of my dreamed encounters. The only colors I saw were the nasty, burning green of the field and the tiny red cap glowing on my ex’s friend’s tiny head—a tiny dot at the far end of my vision.


My grandpa tells me about the Korean War. After the Civil War, he says, China didn’t have much. Food was scarce, so he joined the army to eat. They were about out of food when passing the Yalu River. It was cold, snowing, thick snow. They all were given a piece of bedspread the thickness of a sheet of tissue, and they slept.

He says, “What can you do,” and he grimaces and cries. “We were so tired, so tired, I’m getting teary talking about it,” he says, but he is crying already. “That thin, only that thin,” he says, gesturing toward the bedspread. My grandpa is 89 years old. How much longer can he shed tears like that? He made me mushroom chicken stew today, seasoned a bit too heavy.


I told my mom about the stew, then about the story, and she grimaced, too. She didn’t grimace and cry but grimaced because it wasn’t true. “That isn’t true, that’s completely false,” she said, “The war wasn’t the Korean War. The river wasn’t the Yalu River. They were out of food well before passing whatever river wasn’t the Yalu River.”

She paused for a fast second, grimaced again, and cried. “Do you think your grandpa has Alzheimer’s? Might that explain the stew, too?”

Cath Cai likes to imagine licking the first rough texture she sees everywhere she goes.