Droom by Margaret Chula
“Droom” by Margaret Chula M.C. Escher wood engraving, 1935 The bishop reclines on tassled cushions hands crossed at his waist in sweet repose. A praying mantis straddles his chest. Legs, knobbled like rosary beads, knead the red fabric of his robes. Thorax and forelegs cast a shadow over the bishop’s trusting heart. In the great beyond, arches of the coliseum hold up the night sky. Venus and Jupiter shine out...
Studio Visit: Later by Susanna Lang
“Studio Visit: Later” by Susanna Lang Alice Berry What’s left—bobbins, scraps of fabric, reds and pumpkins in one bin, blues in another. A jacket, dark as its corner. I remember tea in a fairy tale harem splashed with glistening silks that...
People as Evidence by Lauren Camp
“People as Evidence” by Lauren Camp for Alice Neel Not so much the eyes but the middle of the gesture— early bloom, late wrinkle, the most multiple parts, nipple and fat roll. Leg and tangle and temper. It was that entrance to the center that...
Women, Windows by Lauren Rusk
“Women, Windows” by Lauren Rusk after Vermeer Light on a wall, a woman. Light— the pour of milk, her round forehead as she reads where he arranged her—each of those women— near a window to catch the glow, not look through. But to the women that...
The Power to Contemplate: An Artist Responds to Virginia Woolf by Jennifer Carson
“The Power to Contemplate: An Artist Responds to Virginia Woolf” by Jennifer Carson Five hundred a year stands for the power to contemplate … a lock on the door means the power to think for oneself. Several years ago, when my partner agreed that I could live in his house without contributing to the mortgage, I thought I had landed the perfect life. He had granted me Woolf’s five hundred a year. I...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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