Bleeding into Being – Quin de la Mer

    *** Quin de la Mer is a Conceptual Artist from San Francisco, California.  She engages ancient methods used with fresco mediums to produce a living product; eternally, intimately interacting with light.  She often employs abstract expressionism to communicate esoteric ideas. She uses the practice of Artist as Nomad to fully embrace the cosmology of…

Nocturne Stitches – Quin de la Mer

  *** Quin de la Mer is a Conceptual Artist from San Francisco, California.  She engages ancient methods used with fresco mediums to produce a living product; eternally, intimately interacting with light.  She often employs abstract expressionism to communicate esoteric ideas. She uses the practice of Artist as Nomad to fully embrace the cosmology of the…

At Lutheran Summer Camp – Lily Forrest

At Lutheran Summer Camp OR The Last Summer I Was a Kid, Before Developing a Heavy Obsession with Goth Culture at Age 12   I was a shy girl. The threat of competitive spectator sports loomed, day after sunshine, clearwater day. I never wanted to go when it came down to it. The mess hall…

Gator Stew – Taylor Adel

“Ooh, sweet baby! Pluck those strings, honey-bear.” Joseph does as the voice says. He picks at the double bass, growling against a crooked mic in the grungy bar nestled within the swampy land of Louisiana. The room is sticky. Sticky from spilt drinks carpeting the floor, lust-filled bodies pressed tight, and the ever-present moisture of…

Issue 8 – Meaning is live

For issue 8, we asked artists to look for meaning: underlying, hidden, obvious, secret and everything in between. And, as always, they wowed us. The search for meaning is central to the work of so many artists and we think you’ll love the varied approaches to and interpretations of this quarter’s theme. From the vibrant…

After the Astronomical Union, 2006 – Samantha Fain

After the International Astronomical Union, 2006 My mother chops the rot out of tomatoes and tells me I am beautiful as I am. On the news, scientists demote Pluto from the planets: not giant enough. Not heavy enough to demolish the debris that cross her orbit. A shame, my mother says. She cooks while I…