A poem by Gershwin Wanneburg.
A poem by Gershwin Wanneburg.
“It’s easy for your art career to get derailed. The important thing is to get it back on track.”
These photographs were made in the detention center and hospital wards of Ellis Island.
The echoed silence one experiences while photographing in these empty spaces is an embodied one. These are transitional spaces, in between what was and what is yet to be, between light and shadow, hope, and regret.
“The Lord with the curved trunk and a mighty body, who has the lustre of a million suns, I pray to thee Oh Lord, to remove the obstacles from all the actions I intend to perform.” An exploration of paintings of Ganesha from the Pahari school.
“And unfortunately, in our strange and uncertain times, maybe a brutal “it can happen here” wake-up call is what we need.”
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.
Ramblings for these tough times.
The qualifications for the job might seem simple, innate, even. All you need is a functioning moral compass, the courage of your convictions, the ability to see what is happening right before your eyes caused by people who are making no attempt to hide it, and enough resolve to do something about it.
“Each moment is transient, gone as quickly as it appears, the journey playing out like an unedited film.”
Brassaï declares that the “bastard art of the streets of ill repute that does not even arouse our curiosity, so ephemeral that it is easily obliterated by bad weather or a coat of paint, nevertheless offers a criterion of worth. Its authority is absolute, overturning all the laboriously established canons of aesthetics”