“When I stepped out onto El Prado after viewing the exhibition, I suddenly saw Balboa Park with different eyes, Iturbide’s eyes.”
I am a filmmaker, illustrator, graphic designer and copy editor.
“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.”
An interview with Mare McClellan
“Surrounded by people who were almost entirely unrepresented in film, Davis found her calling. She returned to the US galvanised — she would dedicate her career to telling their stories.”
It’s a strange but probably not-so-strange thing that a beautifully-written account of the baking of bread, of illness and worry, of the beauty of the light on flying crows, the wind on the water, the glow through the mountains, would have such an enduring power to move us.
The myriad examples of artwork created by children in internment camp settings are evidence that the human spirit is strong and malleable, even under the most extreme conditions.