Quinn Iaccarino
A portfolio of my artistic works. I believe the ideas shared on this website could have been thought up by anyone despite class, authority, or physical characteristics. Art is a medium in which prioritization of funds often juxtaposes the genuine desire to create and influence which is often seen in great works of art. This means in current times there is a plethora to take away from low budget art, especially when profit is not in mind while being created, and tools to create are so accessible.
A Showing of my Love for jazz
Jazz, Art, film making, and literature are my 4 big ​passions. My father is a musician who took up Jazz the same year I began to learn my first instrument (Saxophone). Jazz has been a means of therapy for me and led to me learning clarinet to compliment my experience on the saxophone, I do not have a plethora of recordings but please enjoy this improvised solo from Jimmy Smiths "Prayer Meetin'"
The Futures Delegates
Superpowers do not play well with human greed. The people of Ancient Greece lived a life similar to the history we know, until around 700 BC, when a mysterious superhuman appeared. He spit lightning from his fingertips and poetry from his mouth, the masses were obsessed. The people named him Zeus. Zeus made love to many and spread his genes wide, creating different superhumans (children) and distinct power levels from F-S to categorize said children. When Jesus Christ was gaining popularity, Zeus said he felt betrayed, and left. Zeus announced he would only return when someone proved they were able to rule the human world, and that whoever proved they could would help him rule his kingdom in the skies. Prophecies claim only an F-Rank can achieve this, since they are the only rank possessing Eternal Youth. Our story follows Guytano(Ditto), as he learns to control his emotions (which dictate his superpowers), cement his place in history, and possibly the Heavens.
TimeLapse of my process
song credit: make it to the morning by PARTYNEXTDOOR
I Love Emerson College :)
Poetry
​​The Golden lake (Traditional Dècima poem)
Quinn Iaccarino
1/31/25
Pauses on line 2, 4, 6, 8
Required Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACCDDC
I journeyed down the blooming path
A yellow light I mustn't fray,
Despite my doctors harsh dismay
I solve the devil's wicked math.
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To save all from otiose rath
I lay down by my golden lake,
I think of choices I must make
Harm and help empty Satan's lot.
Ludbans lagoon, gold as his pot
Tell me whose life I need to take
Emerson College
Quinn Iaccarino
1/31/25
Opportunists favorite spot
A paradise for new ideas
We all just wish to bundle up
with those who change the way we feel.
To help when they feel all alone
With cinematic medicine
The allure i've always know
A lesson learned at tortures’ door.
Oh call me a doctor, I have learned
From patients place just what it means
Our selfishness has been adjourned
yet a sense of love we rarely note.
I pray they come to me with strife
Prescription of my ear and warmth,
Empathy runs round like mice
At the place I wish to spend my life.
Yeesh
Quinn Iaccarino
1/12/24
Dusted knife hold shine no more,
Allures song has seeth its tune,
Every facet feels so wrong,
Without my pretty girl from June.
I loathe such useless traits of old,
Giving all one has like loon,
though all of how she made me feel,
Called my heart, commands to kneel.
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Business Frog (Mr. Bogart)
By Quinn Iaccarino​
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My frog wakes up and cracks his back
a habitat from cheap plastic
He gets the keys for his toy car,
His wallet with his credit card.
Before he go his wife insists
He eats some toast, crumbs on his lips.
Synthetic Butter on warm dough,
Meals get served when schoolwork slows.
His waist is thin and ribs do show
A hectic office,’ “second home.”
A suit and tie for pay so low,
makes Business Frog Miss his dear girl.
No pretty frog or filthy rat
Could ever tussle with a cat.
So when my Frog receives a call,
About the house cats feline brawl,
He knows it couldn't be his fault,
But his wifes still lost, bye embryos.
Of course he cries, and sobs, and balls
Then slivering through reality's claws.
Hops right out suit, hat and tie,
What good is work when your wife dies?
Open windows next to log
Brings city stank and Carbon fog.
Amongst the books, the junk, and beds
A cage where his wife's soul had fled.
Life is not sunshine on your head,
It's dodging feds until you're dead.
They grab and rip you right back down,
From any solitude you've found.
Bootlickers in the river drown
Pick up your herb and take your crown.
His briefcase dropped, clothes torn off,
He must smoke Mary Jane to yawn,
Dreams of woman he can fawn.
No mate is salty like sulfate
Frog sits and hates in a dirty crate,
He thinks of tadpoles forever late
Misery, phrase it true.
When Doctor Toad hears of the news
Frogs fallen to a sense of blue
Toad brings new toys to smoke and chew.
Such can one learn much of who they are, without the needed journey.
He puffs and puffs and puffs and puffs, testosterone and grass make “art”
Toad foreshadows straight from heart,
“Pass it along you cheap BOGART!”
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