Coils of wire wrapped with aggressive devotion…
the inner kingdom
But the intense and unseen labor that goes along with her work is lost amongst the ease of clicking a color mask in Photoshop.
These curiosities, labors of love, or trading cards for the elite, suggested I was more than entertainment.
All parts weathered war horse raging.
They were paired together? They were inseparable for the rest of their lives.
Especially when I paint, it is almost like a dialogue between me and formless me, within the ancient ocean where the memory is accumulated since we were animals.
The St.Claire and the Artblog are ecstatic to announce the winners of the New Art Writing Challenge.
For everyone who chose to wear – or not to wear – green today, a reminder of those who have no choice.
The weather is discouraging and the holidays can take a toil but what really puts me in the dark and gloomies are the lists.