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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...

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...

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...

White Desert by Maryanne Pollock

My first creations were small and elaborate villages that I made for ants. On the Scottish side of my family I come from a...

The Ungrounded Course by Sylvie van Helden

A year ago I quit my job as a full time art teacher to focus more on being an artist. I had been working as...

Transporting by Gary Rouzer

Years ago the vision in my head was to be a bassist in a famous band but it didn’t turn out like that. Music for me is about helping people attain a more intense awareness of their own life and to quote John Cage, creating “a music that transports the listener to the moment where he is.”

Modern Music Boxes by Rebecca Silberman

For several years I’ve been making my own kind of music boxes with sculpted miniature puppets and custom made music box works. I’m a...

Due Process by Michael Fischerkeller

Taking from others has a bad reputation, but I believe in appropriation, and use it as a central element in building my compositions. Appropriating...

The Sloth Ensemble: how far can you stretch sound before it breaks? by JS Adams

A few months ago experimental musician Chris Videll approached Daniel Barbiero and me to provide new works for a drone night that Chris is...

Take Me to the River By Richard L. Dana

At the end of May I'll be going to Montevideo to participate in a collaborative project with six Uruguayan visual artists. Coming with me...

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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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