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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...

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...

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...

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...

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Two Poems by Eric D. Goodman

Dry Splash All these years we’ve been worried about the sea levels rising, when what we should have paid attention to was the fresh water levels falling. Long-forgotten riverbeds...

Three Poems by Juliana Schifferes

Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions declare love a superstition damned to believing itself we choose not to control the burning breakdowns in logic we’ve opened between us Love, Past Continuous there are no forevers for...

Three Prose Poems by Laura Costas

The Bending There are whales in the sky. The last of the day’s sun presses upbrilliant, flat, white bellies; the higher-ups’ downward pressure, astrongly moral...
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