We quickly find ourselves in hypnagogic territory, sorting real, unreal, and surreal at the edges of a dream.
We quickly find ourselves in hypnagogic territory, sorting real, unreal, and surreal at the edges of a dream.
“Even if it’s just the way the light is hitting a glass or a strange assortment of items on a table or power lines swooped in front of a house. And really these moments of beauty can be fleeting so it feels nice to capture them somehow. “
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.
It seems more important now than ever to tell our stories and share our stories, and listen to the stories of others. To amplify the voices of anybody struggling to be heard, and to celebrate when the words or images or silences speak to us or bewilder us or transform us. To harness our anger or sadness or joy in a wild productive fury, resonating with the strange perfect words we make our own or the deafening silences we inhabit.
To elaborate on the metaphor of harnessed rage: I don’t mean to say that she tamed it. Rego permitted her rancour a life of its own, a force of creativity to be exploited in the studio.
Poetry and photography by Cristina Finotto, of the Po delta.
From Philomela to Prymachenko: Because this work is beneath the notice of the powerful men, not seen in the same lofty light as their manly ambitions and achievements, women find the freedom to tell their story as thoroughly, beautifully, and strangely they need.
He wasn’t scared of them, but he had a feeling of powerful things and deep things. He said that we need to find a way to look at the cave paintings. Where would he start to search for this new way of looking? Everywhere.
“The images for these paintings weave and intermingle in my mind and present themselves as a mélange of overlapping histories.”
“You’d not want to mess with her. She’s got a knife. But you do wonder what her future will be.”