Letter from the Editor


After our Rome semester, my roommate and I travelled to London, where we stopped in the British Museum of Art. On the top floor, we noticed a door marked “Prints and Drawings Room,” which was closed to the public. However, just as we were passing by, a young art student knocked on the door, flashed her student ID, and was granted admission. Losing no time, my roommate and I quickly followed suit, and to our surprise, we too passed into this mysterious domain.

Before us lay a room not unlike the Great Hall in “Harry Potter.” Small green lamps lined rows of wooden tables, all of which were surrounded by tiers of cabinets that towered two stories high and were accessible only by sliding ladders.

In awe, my roommate and I were led to a table where we were instructed to fill out a request for a particular artist. I did so eagerly, and a few minutes later, three original Jackson Pollock ink-drawings lay before me, which I was able to touch with my own hands and examine up-close.

Such precise and balanced chaos! Pollock’s mastery of the abstract is striking, and though his work – and all abstract art – has received much criticism, I cannot help but feel that it reflects a profound beauty. Indeed, staring at it, I could not help but feel that it reflects the very constitution of our lives.

Christian Howard, Managing Editor


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