Kathryn D'Agostino

Category: What’s Happening

  • You are here

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    I know it’s unfair that I don’t name my trauma. I’ve never explicitly written about it. There are approximately 40 people in the whole world who know what I’m referencing when I speak of my trauma. But I also know that won’t always be the case. Whether people agree with it or not I am…

  • Aran cardigan Installment #2 – Research

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         Sunday is for slowing down, reminding myself that intentionality in my work is an act of grounding. And today is international Women’s Day, I cant think of a better day to be immersed in knitting, reading the works of women who changed the craft, thinking about how every woman’s hands have physically captured culture,…

  • Without Us

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    Somehow The sun keeps shining The tides go in and outAnd I wonder if theres a point at which these stains of darkness will blot out the sunIm terrified that apathy is seeping into the ground water and poisoning us That the world is bleeding goodnessHope and joy are rushing rivers being evaporated into the…

  • Crying silently

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    Try your best they sayJust keep going But what if my best really isn’t that goodAnd what if I just want to sit and rest Are the adults in the room trying their best?Why do white men with titles get to do their worst?Why am I expected to do more and be better when there…

  • Anywhere

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    I’m not sure how to tell my story, I don’t know where to begin. And I sure, as hell don’t know where this ends. It’s just festering inside of me. It’s been festering inside of me like a disgusting abscess that someone mistakes for a pregnancy. I don’t know how else to put it. It’s…

  • Early November

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    I feel settled, in myself, pleasant gray, Seagull cries, feral cats, walks on the beach, memories of novels set in seaside Britain. Sink full of dishes, seafood chowder, a clean fridge, hot coffee, black and white cookies, bowls of pasta and vodka sauce, grocery stores of memories. A down comforter, wood burning fires, the voice…

  • Updates of No Particular Importance

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    Im sitting in the car waiting for school to get out. The rain is pounding down on the windshield and the colorful leaves look like an oil painting against an unfinished canvas. The sky a terrifying white of potential, and yet all I can think about is I miss this place or rather, that place.…

  • Spiral

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    “Sometimes things go too fast and too slow all at once.” – July 19th I found this note today while tidying up my studio and realized I hadn’t sat down to look through pictures or even think much about this past weekend in Corner Brook. So much of my life the past couple of years…

  • Collaboration

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    The year is more than halfway through and somehow my scribbling in red dry erase marker in my study “Be a Professional Artist” seems an ever present reality. Workshops, exhibitions, drafts. I feel caught up in life. Kinda like those dreams where it feels like if you run fast enough you can float through the…

  • What’s there to say about July

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    There was volunteering at Folk Fest, Girl’s Night, music at the Majestic, Sound Symposium, PRIDE, and new friends, an avalanche of “Yes’s”. It was busy but there were also quiet moments of reflection. And yet I don’t know how to share all that because the thing is any boasting of good fortune or good times…