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Full Fathom Five by Liz Lescault

My and Alison Sigethy’s organic sculptures will be shown together in May in an exhibit titled “Full Fathom Five” at VisArts’ Gibbs Gallery in...

Cafe Society by Jack Hannula

Yesterday I spent several hours working on one of my current projects, a travel-guide for painters. I do most of the work at my...

The View from Baoying Window by Chris H. Lynn

I consider myself a moving image maker. My work is primarily based on landscapes and aspects of the quotidian. My purpose is to capture...

Dancing in the District by David Dowling

I’ve been a multi-media storyteller for more than a decade, and before I became a part of the dance world two and a half...

Pretty Ugly by Colin Kelly

Pretty much anything audible can be interpreted as music.  Music is one of the most primitive forms of communication there is.  And it's always...

Daniel Barbiero on (the) nature (of things) likes to hide

On 1 February 2014 Nancy Havlik’s Dance Performance Group will premier (the) nature (of things) likes to hide, a score for five dancers and...

Bird Watching by Sherill Anne Gross

I am a cut paper artist. My work is made using only paper, glue, and patience. Technically I create collages, but I don’t think collage...

Hiding the Bullet by Rosemary Feit Covey

“What should I write for this piece?” I asked my friend Kathy Beynette. Kathy is one of my best art friends. An art friend is...

Piecing it Together at the Woodworkers Club by Ellen Hill

Right now I’m working on two-dimensional paintings that combine panels or multiple pieces of painted and carved wood. The paintings are developed through a...

Georgetown Revisited by Teri Hiley

The exhibition that is opening this week at The Arts Club of Washington shows twenty-two of my artworks from a series I painted in...

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Two Poems by Yvette Neisser

Ode to the Analog Age Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper. Praise phone booths...

Three Poems by Kay White Drew

WHERE ARE THE SUPERHEROES?A jubilant time, the era of the superhero,that decade when a vital young President,rejuvenated by a medical breakthrough,laid down plans for...

Two Poems by Ellen Carter

The night before I have not met you yetbut I knowyou will be herein the morning.I am waiting.So are you.Will you rememberyour creationmade of trust...