Tracy Jackson’s work is full of questions: asked, pondered, answered, and asked again. A fine teeming network of ideas and philosophy ties the images together: ideas about what it means to interact with other humans and with the natural world around us, and about the transformative power of compassion, community, nonconformity, and creativity.
There is a tactile vibrance to the plein air paintings of Brian O’Leary: You can feel the layers of light and leaves and rock and water. You can feel the shadows moving, […]
“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
But these people are working on something, they’re building something that defies understanding. In rusts and greys, the vast spaces of dried grass and gloomy sky are weighed down by small clusters of human clutter. And by people operating on a singularly American level of absurdity to respond to the lucid invitation to live and to create, in the very midst of the desert.
“For me, photographs are always about time, always about the past, as soon as they are made. So they are about preserving life, or an illusion thereof — people, places, parties, events, celebrations, and even death.”
I have discovered profound significance in the small moments that occur within our daily lives. These seemingly ordinary instances, filled with unplanned joy, introspection, and nostalgia, hold the power to shape our life trajectories.
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.
My work is born out of my need and desire to simplify and/or reduce each moment to its absolute essential, by removing details from life that tend to obscure what is truly being experienced.
Light, space, scale, shifting light, and a new way to look at buildings you pass every day: A discussion with artist Mark Oliver.
There really is no explanation for the creative process, I can only say that from time to time I find myself crawling around graveyards…
The Leaves of Poets had been a title jangling around my head for a while and this first attempt has been made with leaves found on the grave of JRR Tolkien.
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