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Evolution by Gregory Ferrand

For most of us, how we assign color to an object depends on what we think the object “is” and what color it is supposed to be -- grass is green. What I now see, because I stared at it long and hard enough, was that the degree and tone of light changes the color we perceive it to be

The Substance of Glass by Michael Janis

Glass is an untamable medium, continually floating in the lingering discourse between Art and Craft. I try to control and manipulate glass dust into precise patterns, but once the work is loaded into the kiln, heat and physics take over

Scoring One Mutual Happiness with Uncle Funsy by Rich O’Meara

Most of the time when I’m making music I’m holding mallets or sticks. My first instrument was my older brother John’s drum set. When I...

Damaged Sound and Matter by Nate Scheible

I started playing drums when I was 12, joined my first band at 14, and played in bands consistently for more than two decades....

Histories, Heroes, and Small Moments by Nathan Loda

I grew up in the suburbs of DC, in Vienna, Virginia, and I can remember sitting in my grade school classroom enthralled by the...

Hands in Flow by Cheryl Pallant

In 2009 I traveled near South Korea's Demilitarized Zone to visit and write an article about the then 79 year old shaman Kim Keum Hwa. During my second visit, she surprised me by asking me to get up and dance. After, and for the duration of the day, she and several of her disciples encouraged me to pursue a path as a shaman.

A Footnote of Sorts by Chris Videll

My latest CD, “A Footnote of Sorts,” was released on the Foundtapes label on December 12, 2015. This is the third release for my...

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...

Doing Wholeheartedly by Helanius J. Wilkins

My family never identified as Creole. We always identified as Black. Creole was an integral aspect of our lives, but we embraced it as a way of life; we didn't identify as it. As I create this work my thoughts are circling around my Creole ties and notions of bloodlines and legacy.

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Three Poems by Serena Agusto-Cox

Marvelous Creeper It seeps,it creeps.Emerging, crawling,a marring of sky.Amber deepens to pumpkin,the distortion less unsettling.Soon, a blood orange supplants everything.We sit here, marveling. Not waiting,not...

Three Poems by Fran Abrams

Trees Know Bare branches of winter treessway in wind, like animalsbobbing their heads,listening to music of breezes,telling stories to their neighbors. Trees know who tilled the...

Two Poems by R.E.I.L.

Piece for PEACE For my grandmother (Feb 2, 1956 - February 13, 2020) I’m trying to find the right words to make sense or peace with...
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