The microminiatures of Hagp Sandaldijian, from The Museum of Jurassic Theology
The Eye of the Needle
Crow and Cricket: Two Autumn Poems from Matsuo Basho
Some thoughts on two autumn poems from Matsuo Basho
Gerald Slota: Frenzy
The impact of Gerald Slota’s vivid and teeming images is immediate and arresting. They stop you in your tracks with their bright seeming-chaos. But the more you take time with them, the […]
Ida Wells Stroud & Clara Stroud
Clara and Ida Stroud were mother and daughter artists who worked to create opportunities for all women to exhibit and promote their art.
My Rain
“The wind that comes off the Sahara towards the Atlantic is called Harmattan. The breezes over Senegal and Mauritania mingle with the warm waters near Cape Verde and occasionally become one of those end-of-summer storms that plod their way up the Mid-Atlantic states, dropping enormous amounts of rain and causing damage.”
All that is Solid
“A starting point, for artists or for anyone else, might be simply learning to look around where you live now. – Lucy Lippard” Photographs and their stories from Michael Acker.
Lauren Barnett’s Dream Restaurants
The stuff of sweet dreams or nightmares? Lauren Barnett presents the kind of establishments you can only visit in your dreams.
Everything is Connected: An Interview with Anouk Rugueu
“My deepest self is connected to people and creatures that I will never meet or see. I think that each separate part knows and carries the whole in a way that is not yet accessible to our mental understanding.” An interview with the remarkable Anouk Rugueu
I Would Have Described the Rain
“There are big dogs and little dogs, but little dogs must not fret over the existence of the big ones. Everyone is obligated to howl in the voice that the Lord God has given him.”
Letter from the Editor, September 2023: Some sighs out their sentences, but some sings out their silences
I’m talking about creating something big together, working together on something, something good. Something money and cynicism can’t touch, because we have no use for any of that. Something we believe in, even if it seems a little crazy. An unholy ghost building made up of dream-filled rooms and corridors leading to vistas and light. A place where we can sigh out our sentences and sing out our silences.
