sophie anne edwards: Ice Poems

These poems were co-created with ice along the Kagawong River. A sheet of ice had broken off the bank and dropped into the river, leaving an exposed, flat ice ridge. I stood on the separated ice shelf below, shifting with the moving river, and penned the words with water-based ink. The ice did its thing.…

Are Made Of – Tomoé Hill

You remember each new encounter, trying unsuccessfully to hold back the salivating. How your mouth shaped around every new one in an attempt to make itself one with it, tongue exploring crevices and ridges, curves and surfaces. The tints and tones, surprising tastes; how fundamentally they are all the same, yet each so unique. Suck,…

Four collages by Janina Aza Karpinska

I began using collage — scraps torn from magazines, calendars, auction catalogues — as part of a group exhibition featuring ‘Icons’ about 8 years ago, where I discovered my Polish-Ossetian roots came through in the rich colours and composition. Working so intuitively has made the process even quicker as I’ve learned to trust it more,…

Memory Babes: The Legends of Proust and Kerouac

It was recently announced that Peter Greenaway’s upcoming art installation would be a fully functioning racetrack with real cars inspired by Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. The iconic British artist and filmmaker is known for avant-garde works that revisit classical art by resituating it in a contemporary setting. Greenaway’s art is one informed by the…

Two poems by Cynthia X. Hua

harbor / credit: d.enckBrown Eyes So the universe is everything, even the anthills even the anthills lit with whispering, longing, elegant brownstones and engine fires and dirty arguments the body you didn’t ask to be a part of burns down alongside the gas stations, the keycard to the motel room, and the strangers you asked…