The Spring/Break Wild Card and its prophecies
byby Jana AstanovFeatured art work Sarah Nsikak, She Offered You a Garden, 2023 SPRING/BREAK, this year, has the feel of a utopian community get-together…
by Jana AstanovFeatured art work Sarah Nsikak, She Offered You a Garden, 2023 SPRING/BREAK, this year, has the feel of a utopian community get-together…
Claire Zakiewicz performing painting, 2023, London (photographer Chris Freeman) From August 30 – September 3, 2023 Zakiewicz will stage a compelling re-imagining of the story…
Cancer is the season of steamy surrender, the first licks of High Summer in the Northern Hemisphere. The season of hopping fences, stealing kisses and staying out too late. Of salty, sweaty nights, and days that blur together in the sun.
Lust is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars and they were shackled by it.
“If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared, all the violent tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck, myrrh poured on your head and on soft skin and hard thighs, girls with all that they most wished for beside them and touching them and in them while no voices chanted choruses without their own, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song’
Where the hand goes, the eyes follow.
Where the eyes go, the mind/heart follows.
Where the mind/heart (awareness) is, expression is created.
Once expression is created, emotion (essence) arises.
This evening, I had the pleasure of working with Peter Nagle, his cello and live electronics in my studio for an improvised multimodal jam….
Part two of a two part interview series with Suor aka Snow Raven. While the previous article focused on Snow Raven’s performance practice and…
Featured image Katherine Earle, Jellyfish 055 + 056 We are excited for the first post-pandemic East Harlem Open Studios Saturday, April 22nd and Sunday, April…