Astrid Preston; Between Earth and Silence “Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson “…like a night wind in the pines or like the sea in the dark the echo of everything that has ever been spoken still spilling its one syllable between earth and silence” ~W.S. Merwin By Gary Brewer When words fail…
Studio visit: Rebecca Farr, The Spiritual Embodiment of Empathy “Empathy makes you imagine the sensation of the torture, of the hunger, of the loss. You make that person into yourself, you inscribe their suffering on your body or heart or mind…Physical pain defines the physical boundaries of the self but these identifications define a larger…
Studio Visit: Jim Morphesis, Odysseus and the Search for the Eternal Wound of the World By Gary Brewer “And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling… —but there is no competition— There is only the fight…
Studio Visit: Camilla Taylor, Seeker of Shadows By Gary Brewer “Actually, however, life begins less by reaching upward, than by turning upon itself. But what a marvelously insidious, subtle image of life a coiling vital principle would be! And how many dreams the leftward oriented shell, or one that did not conform to the…
Studio Visit: Abel Alejandre, Into the Fray By Gary Brewer “I am human, I regard nothing that is human alien to me.” Terence, Heauton Timorumenos (The Self-Tormentor) “Art is a weapon that penetrates the eyes, the ears, the deepest and subtlest human feelings.” David Alfaro Siqueiros Male identity – masculine archetypes –…
Studio Visit: HK Zamani – Capturing Ghosts on a Divine Wind By Gary Brewer “Panpsychism proposes that all matter, even the finest particles, is a bit of consciousness, or even that the whole universe is consciousness.” Gerald Edelman, Bright Air, Brilliant Fire – On the Matter of Mind “All the radiance of this…
Studio Visit: Jay Mark Johnson, The Shape of Time By Gary Brewer “Before the new technologies and ideas, time was a river in which human beings were immersed, moving steadily on the current, never faster than the speeds of nature…Photography appears on this scene as though someone had found a way to freeze…
