Verse
A poetic photo essay featuring photographer Claire Burge.
Quatchi, Miga, Sumi, and Mukmuk – you’ll be seeing a lot of them for the next few weeks. A Vancouver native clues us in.
I saw what’s beautiful in my life – the simple, ordinary, lovely things I have that have sustained me through this year’s ups and downs.
Fine art is a recent category midwifed by the Renaissance humanists, reared by Enlightenment philosophers, and now, in the 21st century, it has grown old beyond its years and has forgotten its own nature.
Photographs of our possessions and domestic patterns can be portraits, just like the photographs of our faces.
Neo craft is an embodied art that slows us down and grounds us in what is.
During the Holocaust, art was created because the act of creating is essential to what it means to be human.
By being traditional without being a quietist, and by being contemporary without being Avant-Garde, Grieshaber acts out an answer to the artist’s ethical problem of history.
Like most Americans, I used to go to museums mostly for class field trips. This type of museum-going tends to be more a social experience in which the group tries to see the greatest number of pieces, limited only by time and physical exhaustion. By contrast, yesterday was about the art-about seeing it and looking at it, and learning to receive it.