Subspace by J T Kirkland

One time when I was young my father asked me to help him in the shop by sanding some wood. I began sanding the board against the grain. When my Dad barked at me for it I threw the sanding block down and never helped him again. So perhaps it’s fitting that for the past thirteen years my work has focused almost exclusively on the natural beauty of wood.

The Generative Darkroom by Steven H. Silberg

I'm sitting in the darkroom writing this by hand. My laptop is tied up making new images and my phone, acting as an extension of my laptop’s...

Salted Trickery by Jennifer Pizzillo

I'm working on a set of drawings that use some trickery with salt. I flood the surface of a really nice thick smooth piece of paper with...

Windows by Damon Arhos

One of my earliest memories is of a dense thunderstorm in my hometown of Austin, Texas. Recalling that memory motivated me to try treating my paints as...

Little Girly Worlds by Fallon Chase

I’m fine admitting that my work most closely resembles the notebook of a middle school girl. The pink, purple and gray could be conglomerations of botanical doodles...