
Some very brief thoughts on the poetry of Robert Burns, and a recipe for vegetarian haggis
Some very brief thoughts on the poetry of Robert Burns, and a recipe for vegetarian haggis
The night has its own visual rules, its own color wheel, and its own ethereal presence. Here, in the small hours, the world we see as mundane, cascades into dream.
The new snow forgot all boundaries between land and water.
This is a painfully relevant film, and everyone should watch it.
“For me, Art is a cry of joy that delivers me from anguish.”
Rosa Loy creates fantastical realities in paintings that immediately entrance, but her work rewards inquiry, becoming more enriched with each new allusion and connection made.
We’re all gleaners, finding beauty and meaning and sustenance in the unlikely, the odd, the overlooked. We’re all magpies, lining our nests with beauty where we find it.
Both films are about excess and waste, beauty and love. They are about the strength and fragility of people – in body and spirit.
This post is a tribute to the work and passion of an artist I almost missed…Seventy years after Sternberg marveled at the industrial might of Bethlehem Steel, I was there marveling at its decay
This exhibition highlights “third spaces”: components of an area’s social infrastructure, communal spaces outside of home and work such as taverns, church picnics, diners, restaurants, and movie theaters—sites where we might gather, if we could agree.