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The supernatural does not require foggy graveyards; it is closer and far more mundane. It manifests in a midnight kitchen, a crowded yet silent subway car, or a house where silence moves between rooms like an uninvited guest.
A trip to the Rochester Memorial Art Gallery with Laruen Barnett.
“Part of what I wanted was to create an excuse for people to find themselves in places they might pass by often but never actually stand in. Ditches. Behind shopping centers. Meadows and fields. Service roads.”
“I might add that portraiture is also a tender art. It tries to hold onto what can’t be contained, which is life itself and a clear view of it.”
“When I stepped out onto El Prado after viewing the exhibition, I suddenly saw Balboa Park with different eyes, Iturbide’s eyes.”
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
Springtime ramblings.
A playlist of songs about sleep, not sleeping, and dreams for these troubled times.
I felt like the owl mother to the whole family. I wanted to spread my wings and cover the whole nest, and the father in the neighboring tree as well. To keep them safe and protected, from predators and bad weather and falls, and from us.
“Spirits return because something in the social fabric was left unfinished—an unacknowledged injustice, a normalized cruelty, a promise broken within a rigid order that leaves little room for repair.”
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