PARNASSUSPar·nas·sus 1. A mountain in central Greece. In ancient times it was sacred to Apollo (the god of many things, including po-etry, truth, light, healing, and music), Dionysus (the god of the grape harvest and ritual madness), and the Muses (the goddesses of inspiration). 2. The world of poetry. 3. The center of poetic or other creative activity.

Art EditorMrs. Remy Steevensz

Printing: Art Studio - Tilton School

Student EditorLeah Corson ‘15

Faculty AdvisorMs. Anne Peterson

Letter from the Editor

After three short years of working with Parnassus, my time as the editor has come to a close. Though I certainly do not possess the most artistic talent, I realize the impor-tance of recognizing art and self expression within our community. Whether it be a means of therapy or an in-sight into one’s soul, each piece selected for Parnassus allows its audience to reflect upon the nature in the world around us. We can all appreciate the literary and artis-tic skill which many of our students and faculty practice throughout the year. In the future years of Parnassus, I hope that a dedicated group will continue our tradition of acknowledging artistic expression at Tilton and our liter-ary magazine will proceed to grow in length and depth. For now, continue to write, live, love, and laugh. Au revoir,Leah Corson ‘15

Student contributorsMegan McRae ‘16James Edmunds ‘15Jacob (Jake) Froehlich ‘15Connor O’Neill PGGrace Bailey ‘17Mackenzie (Mack) Stephen ‘17Gabrielle (Gabby) Eaton PGTucker Buteau PGKylee Julia ‘16Raquel Elizondo ‘16Bryanna Clark ‘17Madison (Madi) Nichols ‘15Niklas Kuusisto ‘17Sarah Erban ‘15Zhaokang (Connie) Ye ‘17Gabrielle (Gabby) Hunter ‘16Rebecca (Becca) Roberts ‘15Bo Hyeon (Henry) Park ‘15Samantha (Sam) Saliba ‘17Yimming (Vicky) Yu ‘17Kathryn (Kate) Albretsen ‘15Bynn Shen ‘17Sarah Morin ‘17Byung Joon (Alec) Yoon ‘16Andrew Herrmann ‘15Xiting (Asa) Zhang ‘17Ethan Pope ‘15Griffin Prescott ‘15Jiahui (Octavia) Zhao ‘18Leah Corson ‘15Maria Draper ‘17Isaiah Saunders ‘17Nanqi Zhang ‘15Tyler Hatch ‘15Yichi (Roger) Wang ‘15Ji Woo Li ‘16Jakub Miška ‘15

Faculty contributorsMs. Anne PetersonMr. Dan GarveyMr. Devin Gmyrek

Cover art “Sorrow from Competition” Byung Joon (Alec) Yoon ‘16, Advanced Studio Art

2 - 2015

As a Digital Photography class we went into Tilton’s archives and found old pic-tures of how the school used to look. We then had to overlay a current picture of the school. By erasing parts from each photo we created one photo that was able to show Tilton then and now. “Hamilton - Old versus New” Megan McRae ‘16 , Digital Photography

“Plimpton - Old versus New” James Edmunds ‘15, Digital Photography

Parnassus - 3

Gods Amongst Men

Where is our deity?It lives around us, Its gears surround us,Its fuel: blind complacency.

Machines can break.If a gear wobbles or cracks,The machinery, thought flawless,Collapses without force, like melting waxAnd is mocked by those who broke it.

The vandals are now Prophets,And their new machine is law.It replaces the first,But it won’t be the last,As this structure too will fall.

Who is my deity?He is a manWho walks by the machinePicks up a wooden blockAnd carves his own idolToo small for the vandal to toppleToo detailed for the machine to processToo unique for other mortals to replicateToo beautiful for the Universe to forget.

Jacob (Jake) Froehlich ‘15

“Skelly” Grace Bailey ‘17, Studio Art

“Child Innocence” Mackenzie Stephen ‘17, Graphic Art & Design

Spring Break

Waking up at 5 AM, so excited you don’t even remember to eat some toast,Headed to the car to make sure you have all the essentials for the trip,Punching the gas, as you head toward that Florida Gulf Coast,Cruising with the windows down as country music blasts in the whip.

No more homework, teachers, or tests cross your mind,Only the sand, best friends, and good ole country music,Welcome to South, where the drinks are cold and the girls are kind,This is my home, bring the guitar for some fireside acoustic.

As we arrive in the Sunshine state you can smell the sea,The excitement sets in as we settle in our temporary home,Put down your bags and grab your suit because you are finally free,Head down to the beach and let your thoughts roam.

This week is meant for rest, relaxation, and having a great time. Let the sand and ocean take you to your happy place,Because working over Spring Break should be considered a crime,This week comes once a year so save all of your grace.

Connor O’Neill PG

My inspiration came from child innocence. It started off as a mossy log in the woods. When young, we find it easier making the ordinary ex-traordinary. The light bulb represents the spark of imagination bottled up inside of everybody. The panda and baby represent your imagina-tion going into the world.

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Doors open,The people funnel though to take a peek insideA room where the loudest words go unspoken,

And the most important sights are hidden to protect pride.

Some loiter within to truly appreciate what they see,.Others leave with their fake expressions ,

Leaving what they saw to be.The ones that stay accept what they see without question.

Tucker Buteau PG

“The Bench”Gabrielle (Gabby) Eaton PGDigital Photography

The assignment was to take an object and take twenty pictures from different perspectives. Personally I wanted to take an object that I see every day and turn it into something entirely different. I chose a bench and took a picture from in the middle, which created shadows and negative space.

“Elephant Symmetry”Kylee Julia ‘16Graphic Art & Design

This project started off as something that I didn’t really know how to tackle. The shadows, the wrinkles, and all of the different forms that were on the elephant had me discouraged. The black and white side going into the project I thought was going to be the more difficult of the two. I had only two color choices and had to hand draw every piece. However, it turned out that this side was by far the less challenging of the two. The right side, composed of other images resembling that of the original was a quest in and of its own. Once I had found images that I thought I could manipulate and piece together, the challenge of actually doing it was yet again another bump in the road. Matching colors and tones and making sure each edge wasn’t too harsh was a predicament I found myself in quiet a lot. Who knew there were so many shades of gray! The final step of creating a

and choosing a background also led to uncertainty. I wanted to complement the elephant and also make sure I maintained the symmetry. Overall, this elephant was a piece that created frustration which in time turned into motivation, and for that I am very proud of the end result.

“Love Isn’t Real” Raquel Elizondo ‘16, 3D Studio Art

Parnassus - 5

Sunset Haiku

I have never known. But staring, in this momentIt hits. I smile

Madison (Madi) Nichols ‘15

Bryanna (Bry) Clark ‘17, Digital Photography

Zhaokang (Connie) Ye ‘17, Ceramics

“The Mailman” poem illustration Niklas Kuusisto ‘17, Graphic Art & Design

The MailmanBY FRANZ WRIGHT

From the third floor windowyou watch the mailman’s slow progress through the blowing snow.As he goes from door to door

he might be searching for a room to rent, unsure of the address,which he keeps stopping to check

in the outdated and nowobliterated clippinghe holds, between thickly gloved fingers, close to his eyes

in a hunched and abruptly simian posturethat makes you turn away, quickly switching off the lamp.

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STRAPPED TO THE MAST Go into the darkness.It’s the only place you can be alone.The violins turn to ripped fabricas you enter the tunnel,the exits closed for construction.There are no othersto flash their lightsand warn of a heist,a layer of ice you mistakenly believewill hold your weight.Let’s unbury the early voiceand untangle the nestof barbed wire,find the switchto the secret roomwhere an old manwith a cracked monoclepours over your pageswithin a dissonant ringof candlelight—he’s searchingto prevent a tragedy lurking.A triangle resonates,a memory leaving you.No one expects a chimebecause the wind’sa ripening harm sirens reap for songs.

Mr. Devin Gmyrek, faculty

Balance

She clung to affirmation, The drained essence of her energyinvited love to tangle her soul,a promise of balance.

She danced on faith with blacked out force,the insight of hope jaded before she was left to wander until the moon replaced the sun.

A glimmer in her eyes, She beamed with new energy The ability to danceFilled her with love for her boundless life

Rebecca (Becca) Roberts ‘15

“Dandy” Sarah Erban ‘15, Digital Photography

“The Pearl” poem illustration Gabrielle (Gabby) Hunter ‘16, Graphic Art & Design

The Pearl

There are many fish in the ocean that swim and swirlBut it’s the oyster that turns water into Pearl;Ideas numerous, as many drops as the ocean can hold But it’s the person who can turn ideas into gold.

© Shahriar Shahriari Vancouver, Canada

Parnassus - 7

8 - 2015

When I first started ceramics at Tilton, I enjoyed touching clay and feeling its softness. I just created - no planning, just fun. I tried to make different shapes: short, tall, wide and narrow. Ceramics was a source of entertainment instead of art for me.

Then I started to think of pottery as an art. I tried to send messages through my works. While working on my portfolio for college, I developed a theme to run through my drawings and ceramic art works. They are all connected to each other and tell a story. At the spring art show, the theme of my pieces was “fire.” People can define fire in many ways. Some can say it is bad, burning and harming things. However, in the other hands, it provides heat and keeps one warm, lighting up the darkness. I wanted to send a not only a message of hope but also of the power of a warm and steady present.

I fundamentally believe that art is another way of sending a message. It is a conversation between the artist and the audience.

Bo Hyeon (Henry) Park ‘15

Parnassus - 9

Attic a clustered monotony of things still leftside effects of living collecting must far away from life the memory of her, long gone sits veiled in dust, staring the impostor down daring her to open the boxes of clothes set them in the yard and relieve them of silence.

Samantha (Sam) Saliba ‘17

Aimless In a jungle we roam,Through the mud that holds us back,And the leaves that hinder our sight.Swinging from vine to vine,Cutting down what we see ahead,Looking for the way out,Without once looking where we’ve been. An endless maze with a combination of different paths,Each leading to the same trouble.

In a jungle we roam,With no true way out.Instinct being the only true way out,But impulse leads the way.

Tucker Buteau PG

Homeland There are those of us who feelThat Time’s e’er turning wheelPeeled our fates from their placesAnd dragged us somewhere further along-Washed us ashore, but with ancient tracesOf lands in our head that we haven’t seen,And people who we have not met,The memories of our ancestors telling usOf All, Your Homeland Do Not Forget

So I promised them, I will returnWhen this foreign land’s gaolers will let meAlthough their Time did not invite me inI hope their Homeland accepts me.

Jacob (Jake) Froehlich ‘15

Yimming (Vicky) Yu ‘17,

Studio Art

10 - 2015

february indigo dusk gathers in the hollows beside the road, the tops of the treesit presses its hands against your face,pushing you along towards the hot squares of lamplight in the windows.orange sets along the horizonforgetting the promise of snow, slowlygiving up warmthand leaving the treesto stand black and alonescraping against the frozen sky. Samantha (Sam) Saliba ‘17

Spring

As we shed the heavy armor of winter,lightness grows around us.

We are vulnerable, we are exposed.We become susceptible to joy, laughter and frivolity.

And it is good.

Mr. Dan Garvey, faculty

Winter Walk

Only one warm hand each,

when we crunch down the cold snow flake road.

Our footprints follow.

Just gravity keeping us here,

as we float off into the winter sky.

Kathryn (Kate) Albretsen ‘15

BEYOND REVERENCE There once was a boy who believedin everything. If you told him it couldn’t be,he’d tell you to shut it. Not naivetybut verity embodied. The outside worldof toys and mercurial greenerytraipsing a slant light,stilling when the mind was strummed,hazarded no answer but calamity. And he saw in the dark not suspicious figuresbut possibilities forming in the oaksand coat racks that put him to sleep.They grew through headlights—though harrowing, their lack of definition. One day he said with a sigh,“What a life! It’s full of scoresnever to be settled, races takingplace I never see, the bumble beestalking its flower before the summershower weighs it to the ground.” Then the thunder poundedand he vanished without a sound. Mr. Devin Gmyrek, faculty

“The Afterlife” Bynn Shen ‘17, Advanced Studio

Parnassus - 11

Fetch Wood, Carry Water (for my friend, Steve Gilpatrick)

Fetch Wood, Carry Water.Father to son.

Mother to daughter.Birth. Live. Grow. Learn. to

fetch wood, carry water.Age. Prepare. The next life. To

be reborn, to live and grow anew, to re-learn toFetch Wood, Carry Water.

Mr. Dan Garvey, faculty

Confined Tranquility

We smoke a cigarette in the grass,inhaling the clarity of the day.

5 am,and you kiss my hand goodbye,

as I pull away to the porch.

Hiding behind the front door,I make sure you drive away

before I lose myself.

You place your hand on the palm of my backand with your eyes quick to look,

let me wonder what you think about.

Soft words sent shivers,your eyes called my devastation.

I smile up the stairs, already the best day,

I hope you forget about me.

Let your day take shape after the sun has risen, but smile when you remember me again tonight.

Rebecca (Becca) Roberts ‘15

“Wolf Hidden in the Birch Trees” Bynn Shen ‘17, Advanced Studio

“Day to Night” Sarah Morin ‘17, Digital Photography

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“Work in Dark Room” Byung Joon (Alec) Yoon ‘16, Advanced Studio Art

Nights like These

The girl lets the kind moon illuminate a path

covered in her favorite white flowers

that carry her heart

so that her bare feet

peeking out from her white nightdress

will not taint the flowers

that pillow her unbrushed hair.

But just as the sun inhales the stars,

she captures her piece of time.

Before sunset accompanies

a slightly colder night

Rebecca (Becca) Roberts ‘15

No Longer

Relationships startle me like a cold breeze after a warm shower.

Comfy and content washing away previous dirt,

Shock surrounds me as the snowy air sneaks in.

I no longer take warm showers

Commitment withers me like the forgotten roses in the garden.

In my bed, you encouraged growth and protection,

Then the mistake of monotony make you forget.

I no longer plant roses in my garden

Compromise strangles me like a boa constrictor.

I am aware that I am being taken over,

But no one can unknot the entwined serpent.

I no longer play with snakes

Love scolds me like my parents when I stay out late.

Confined to my room like a recluse;

But this drastic discipline does not deter me.

I will still stay out late

Andrew Herrmann ‘15

Xiting (Asa) Zhang ‘17, Studio Art

Parnassus - 13

Deceived

In her eyes,

She is hideous.

She is lazy.

She is dumb.

She is emotionless.

In my eyes,

I examine beauty.

I spot athleticism.

I detect superior intelligence.

I discover love.

For her modesty,

For her denial of the honest truths,

I envy her.

Ethan Pope ‘15

“Homage to Anansi” Ms. Anne Peterson, pieced and quilted cotton, 55”x55”.This quilt is pieced in a spider web pattern with reclaimed fabric scraps a friend salvaged from a dressmaker in Ghana during a visit there (it is customary for dressmakers to burn unused fabric at the end of each day). The quilt’s name comes from an African folk character, Anansi, a spider who brought and subsequently wove stories into the world.

Perception is Existence: A Tribute to Alan Watts

This illusion of life is a beautiful thing, but it is just that, an illusion. Everything, on a primordial level, only exists in the mind. A tree is only a tree because the light reflected off of it tells your brain that it is a tree. Nothing exists in the real world, for everything exists in the world of ideas. Think for a moment about a table. You think of what it is made up of, per-haps four legs and a platform. That is a table. However, suppose you take apart the table; completely destroy it in fact. Say you do that to every table in the world, so there are no longer any tables in “existence.” Does that mean there is no such thing as a table? Is the mind longer able to fathom what a table is? Of course the answer to that is no, as the mind would still be able to imagine the four legs and platform that make up a table. So, from that thought it can be concluded that the idea of the table was stronger, was more real, than the actual table. Perception is existence. If no living creature existed in the universe there would be nothing, for the very notion of something requires

perception. If nobody could any longer think of what a table was; if everybody simply forgot what a table was, then it would no longer exist, even if the physical being was still there. In the mind it might just become an oddly shaped chair, or anything that wasn’t a table. So on a greater playing field, the same holds true for the universe. If there was no mind to perceive any-thing then that something would become anything that isn’t something, which is nothing. Regardless of whether it is there or not. With regards to that little thing that we call “life”, let us disregard the notion of an omnipotent being on any level, and just talk of what we know; that one’s life is seen only by them. While living, everything, past, present, and future exists in one’s mind as a little three dimensional sliver called now. The past does not exist for you can only think of it now, and the same holds true for the future. Everything that has happened since that big bang many years ago, and every continuance of that explosion, can, and only ever will exist in the present. So

14 - 2015

Papa

It was his favorite spot in the worldAn aged red rocking chairWith a large cup of coffee for drinkingAnd a cigar on the edge of his lips

The sun was setting, it was his favorite time of dayHe would just sit, thinking of what only he would knowHe knew he was close, close to the endSo he took in his final moments with his chair and a child

The child had just arrived, without a clue of what was to comeOnly happiness in his eyes to see the man that he lovedHe sat on his lap without a care in the worldFor the smell of his breath and cold evening breeze

Although the moment was short, it was also their lastThe boy left happy having not knowing it was the lastThe man was left sitting, having just finished his drinkHoping that it wasn’t the last they would ever meet

Yet to this day the red chair still liesAnd each time the young man goes back No matter how old he has gotten or too cool he might think he isHe still tears up thinking back to the day

Back to the day in the chair with his PapaBack to the time when he was aliveAlive and well with an abundant love for allUntil the day that his heart had given it’s all

Isaiah Saunders ‘17

“Casserole Dish” Maria Draper ‘17, Ceramics

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There is a big rising sun in my heart.I have lived on that land for fifteen years.Now I stay far away for a new start.I always missed my dear homeland with tears.

All the things are my valuable treasure.They would give me warm hugs when I was down.I hope I could talk to them with pleasure.My lovers, please laugh more and don’t frown.

Don’t worry about me, everything is fine.The sky is still blue and the grass is still green.I treat the experience as precious mine.

It is my teacher as well as my friend.In my heart, China is the forever legend.

Jiahui (Octavia) Zhao ‘18

“Baby Green Sphere” Leah Corson ‘15, Ceramics

when a person dies, the present to them is a state of nonexis-tence, and if everything that was, is, and will be exists in the present, that must mean that all of that must be non-existent as well. What this means, is that down on a basic level there is nothing to be afraid of. Whether one becomes a vagrant and lives a life of complete poverty, or becomes the next “messiah”, in the end, it will all be the same nothingness. If able to un-derstand this idea one will be able to live their unafraid. That doesn’t mean that things won’t hurt you anymore, or you won’t be scared of the dark, but it does mean that one will be able to find solace that, in the end, everything will be fine, because it will all have been for nothing anyways.

Griffin Prescott ‘15

Parnassus - 15

Graduation

The skies are bluepeople are dressed wellcelebration is about to starteveryone is really happyand still we all know it is going to be awful.

Jakub Myška ‘15

Ji Woo Lee ‘16, Ceramics

Nutella

I never thought that something so perfect could ever be put into something so small

I never thought that I would have the same cravingsAs a woman 7 months into pregnancy

Nutella is beyond all else

Its Chocolatey Hazelnut Spreadis enough to overcome the taste of left-overs

When I feel my finger scrape against the bottom plasticThe only scraping that comes next is my searching for five

more dollars

Nutella is a good thing

Tyler Hatch ‘15

“Passion” Nanqi Zhang ‘15, Graphic Art & Design

Yichi (Roger) Wang ‘15, Digital Photography - Working with a Photoshop Tutorial

16 - 2015