Kat Hart

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Kat Hart graduated from UVA in 2025 and was an Aunspaugh Fifth Year Fellow in the UVA Department of Art in 2025-26. She earned her degree in Studio Art (Painting Concentration) and Environmental Thought & Practice and a minor in Urban and Environmental Planning. Often employing language as a material form, her work engages with individual and social critique to explore intersections of identity, performance, race, gender, and power.

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Illustration of mortar and pestle

They mixed it with yellow ochre, then made the faces of God and their saints.

Illustration of tower

Sky piercer, rain bringer, unifier, deliverer.

A illustration of the Earth with a heart-shaped stethoscope wrapped around it

For this Iris issue, I wanted to share my reflections on global health: what it is, why it's important, and why it means so much to me.

A white, hollow figure laying in a grassy field underneath a blue, cloudy sky.

Please. All they had to do was ask, and their body finally listened, digging down and sprouting roots, and they felt whole.

A text conversation with the sender "Iris" where you said, "I'm glad you asked!"

What's the theme for this issue of Iris? Well, I'm glad you asked!

A stained glass depiction of a goat, a twisting tree, and a bear, from left to right.

Patience sits alone in a pew for the first time.

A neuron-tree growing out of a Bible, with one red apple.

my heart aches to write, but my brain has bent my fingers to draw on the memories of clinical words

A corkboard of sticky notes describing Faith's Ins and Outs

I would like to disrupt this shallow concept of resolutions to offer a more reflective way of thinking about the new year. What better way to do so than by talking about my 2026 Ins and Outs?

An Animal Crossing cottage with a red roof and red door, with a hardwood tree to the left.

Right now, my mailbox in Animal Crossing is probably overflowing.

A blurry painting of a moving, yellow school bus.

For many years, I did not think about you, until one night, I imagined myself on the bus again, sitting beside you, and I could not understand how I had forgotten you.

Image of a journal with a drawing of mountains

catherine st. jude likes to think she is doomed because that would be the most interesting thing about her.