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Remembering Those Who Lived These Lives by Joe Baur

I’m in Bardejov, Slovakia with my camera, looking for a link to my past. Photography has never been my primary trade, but rather a...

Layering it on in Napa California by Josh Stein

by Josh Stein Space in Napa, California is quite dear, so I have always worked in a small corner of my bedroom. While it’s a...

Making Maps for an Unknowable but Improvable Present by Karey Kessler

by Karey Kessler I am incredibly fortunate to have an art studio I can escape to—especially during these pandemic days when my husband and two...

Water Stones by Lea Craigie-Marshall

A young girl, exploring what, to her, are the wilds of the land.  Hands and feet in the freezing waters, pulling striated rocks and...

Badass Creative by Cara Peterson

I started making art a year and a half ago because I felt a void of creative expression in my life. I was working...

Adventures in Sharpieland by Andrea Noel

I was born in Selma, Alabama, but raised in Trinidad and Tobago. True to my ancestral roots, I love bold lines and bright colors,...

Don’t Give Him Any Money, Dear by Patrick Facemire

Do you know how small a book of hours actually was? Well, they could be pretty big, some of them, but I’ll tell you...

Hypnotic Cats and Hairy Legs by Michelle Goldchain

At the moment, I’m working on three creative projects. First, I'm experimenting with new mediums, including yarn, string, wax, and even household products (like...

A Doll With Fries by Ashley Uzer

It’s difficult to be really money-motivated and artistic. Anyone who’s in a creative field — whether it’s music, fine arts, or fashion design — knows...

Terminal Flux by John M Adams

Over the last ten years I’ve made two kinds of art: paintings and site-specific wall drawings. Both use layers of marks and geometric structure inspired...

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Two Poems by Allen Ebert

Happy Birthday, Old Man! Every birthday I weigh less. I’m down to the last hole on my belt. There’s more hair in the clothes dryer, than...

Three Poems by Michael Gushue

Turning ElegyLeaving is all we have.It’s your not being here speaking.Leaving the door ajar, the tableswept—turning into something less than comfort. What did you...

Two Poems by Jim Smith

Eating the Sun At the Alburgh VT eclipse festival, children sit at a picnic table drawing the sun with black crayons. A dragonfly brushes my...
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