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, […]
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, […]
The microminiatures of Hagp Sandaldijian, from The Museum of Jurassic Theology
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 […]
Clara and Ida Stroud were mother and daughter artists who worked to create opportunities for all women to exhibit and promote their art.
“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.”
“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.
The stuff of sweet dreams or nightmares? Lauren Barnett presents the kind of establishments you can only visit in your dreams.
“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
“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.”
There is a second sort of bamboo growing here, with beautiful varied dark green stripes on a yellow background. My friend tells me that in Vietnam this is special and a spirit might live in such bamboo. There is a large stand of such striped bamboo nearby. I’ve seen no spirits but there are weaver birds occupying the grove, much activity from the birds building their nests. The ground around the stand is littered with failed nest attempts.