Here–
there are
minds ————-lost
in the
fairy-fizzled fog.
Faceless
Galaxius
Smoke
Spellbound
Masquerade
Bring Me Back
Hereafter
Artwork by Jumpstick
Here–
there are
minds ————-lost
in the
fairy-fizzled fog.
Faceless
Galaxius
Smoke
Spellbound
Masquerade
Bring Me Back
Hereafter
Artwork by Jumpstick
This image, according to the artist, represents acceptance of the present and anticipation of the future. The woman is the past, and the Expressionistic style and upward gaze symbolize the future. The flame-like palette “eliminates the possibility of negative space and ensuing objectivity” (203).
Human figures are often found in Roberts’ art, but abstracted. The theme of this piece is “women of color” and how they are “protectors of family and tradition.” She is quoted as saying, “My ‘gathered visions’ are evoked and implied rather than realistically delineated in the traditional sense. They have evolved and are wedded in patterns of light and color, reflecting my emotional and spiritual reactions to places and ‘people of color’ around the planet, with whom I have bonded. The energy invites viewers to unravel the themes and come to their own conclusions.”
Information from University of Iowa
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search for me
in crisp, light flakes
of ash
that perch
on sills
beneath the bludgeoned clouds,
for snuffed out fires
always warn
of my suffocating
steps
“Now, You See Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Judgement by Anyes Galleani
unraveled hours
languidly dwindle and dim with the lengthening of the day
twilight loses its luster
dusk impatient
departs before dawn

yet in hours ignored
dark swells in innocent admiration
still enchanted by far off forms ablaze
the scent of summer slumber whispers in the wind
so when days are done
the old enduring earth
attempts again to become something new
“Almost New” by Meaghan Merrifield
jaws heavy with swollen tongues
fall into smiles of stupor
heat flushes faces into blurry blends
yet the rubies violets peaches and maroons
settle and inevitably cool
teal is well suited to time
and the end
gracious and refined
reflects fondly on
the beauty of the blend
“Beauty in Blend” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Charles Wilkin
This is the way she painted me
with
sloppy brushstrokes
of indigo
and cloudy-white.
—- messy holes
that spread
and leak
into
marbled splatters of nose and eyelid.
It looks nothing like me
but
when I touch her,
I can feel it
sweating into the pores behind my eyelashes–
staining my sight
like the horror of a bloody
ghost.
“The Way She Painted Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: No Sudden Movement by Nina Schroeder