Author: Kt

Feet of Clay – Separating the Art From The Artist

How can a person separate a piece of art they enjoy or admire from the personal life of its creator? I have been mulling over this question for years now, since a musician whose work I eagerly devoured was accused of being a statutory rapist. I watched in confusion as he made a weak denial via Twitter and disappeared from the Internet, as hundreds of other bewildered fans debated his guilt and began to boycott his work. Tom Milsom used to be the most-played artist in my library. One of his songs was my morning alarm, and I started every day...

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Panera Head

I have been toiling 6 days a week at a Panera Bread in Ithaca, New York. The job gave my first few months after graduating college a schedule, and a sense of purpose that I had already started to miss. It was an intravenous drip for my bank account, and came with the bonus of new skills learned, frustration, and occasional laughter with new friends. I began bussing tables and passing out hors d’oeuvres in little black pants when I was 16 years old, and have worked in catering and various food-industry situations on and off ever since. Call...

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I’m still 19. I took a break from my final Art & Architecture essay to grab a coffee across the street. The air in the city was electric and sticky in anticipation of a coming storm. I watched the brick wall across from my window grow darker through the slats of the shades. I filmed the first drops of rain hitting the glass, as though they too were something I’d be nostalgic for. “I’m 19.” In the last few months, I’ve loved telling people that. Today I stood in front of the mirror and smiled and said it a few times. I tried saying, “I’m 20,” and felt sad. It doesn’t have the same ring to it. It doesn’t feel right. Can I invent twenteen? A few minutes after the first rumbling of thunder, my roommate came back absolutely soaked. Grateful to no longer be alone, and pleasantly unable to ruminate over my impending transcendence due to the whir of her blow-drying her uggs, I tried to return to my essay. Tomorrow, I will be 20. I will wake up into a new decade of my life. To tell you the truth, I feel 20 already. Maybe that’s a symptom of living in Manhattan for a while, of the forced independence and money woes. I feel heavy with the knowledge that even after I move back to Connecticut next...

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From The Library

I’m sitting in the New York Public Library, in the room where the iconic scenes from Ghostbusters and The Day After Tomorrow were filmed. It’s pleasantly quiet, with nothing but the echoes of squeaking chairs. The lamps are gold and the chandeliers hold hundreds of bright bulbs. I’m ready to put myself out there and start new again. I’ve been working on a couple of different projects, and I finally have one ready to show you. I’ve had to put my FILDI in overdrive, but with some help from Ze Frank and the support of my roommate and friends, I...

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