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 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 a full time...

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 response to my...

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 paintings in the...

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 a nine to...