Debra Marquart

The shore stretches end to iridescent end like the inner lip of an abalone shell. Teal and aqua alternate as waves wash ashore. It’s miles down

“One day, as I went out to my wood pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants…” Before I cried uncle and

The Cliffs Millions of years ago, the glaciers slid into their hiding places, tossing boulders and silt onto us as they carved valleys and mountains. We,

Featured Watercolor (above): Buoyantly   ARTIST STATEMENT: Here are a couple of watercolor paintings I made. I hope you like them. ARTIST BIO: Michael Moreth is

Fire Ecology Today there are no mosquitoes because there are wildfires. It is a necessary kind of burning, black death and green rebirth, like a wasp

—For the Hōkūleʻa On the long voyage home, across a blue world from green to green, there comes a point where you must turn in darkness.

Featured Painting (above): Blush Lozenge Three Ovals   Navy Lozenge 1   ARTIST STATEMENT: The ongoing theme in my art practice involves the creation of subtle

Featured Drawing (above): Cactus 4 la colina Jungle Eyes   The Tarantula and the Hawk   ARTIST STATEMENT: Long before I became a writer, I grew

My dad was afflicted by melancholy for as long as I can remember. His eyes always appeared glassy and cracked, like old lightbulbs barely working after