Lungs They deepen the blood, my grandmother said. Whatever the blood demanded was done that time. She was bled like a baked apple and buried in
Debra Marquart
At a wind farm on top of Kevin Rim in north central Montana, in a conference room filled with a long table and black chairs, I
It wasn’t much past four in the afternoon, the sun still well above the quartzite hills, when the Knoche children appeared on Maeve and Leland Mills’
For once, I thought I understood everything. What death meant. The way nature moved in particular rhythms and cycles—like continuous waves rolling into and out of
fascinations: in the desert there is a reason the aliens chose here the world at its largest in the sun & in the rain the eye
Black. White. In Foshan, a southern industrial city that sits at the heart of the wealthiest region in China, black and white are the colors of
Artist Statement Painting is a cross between a crap shoot, finding your way out of the woods, and performing a magic act. Each time I begin
Artist Statement This collection entitled “Almost Nothing” explores spaces that are seemingly desolate, yet bear the evidence or presence of humanity. This set of photos,
Artist Statement Nature is the essence of the poems and photos that reflect my vision of the world; sense of place and its beauty particularly attract