Woodcuts in a Time of Destitution
The way I understand it, it was hard to find artists in Germany after World War
II. Some had been killed, some had fled the country, and many, many German
artists had connected
Humanity
“Agriburbia”: Friend or Foe?
Over the past five years, there has been a general scraping for ideas about how
to reinvent the suburbs. The suburbs are there. They are not going away. We have
already paved over
A Love Letter for the Season
Dear Autumn,
You are the sexiest of all the seasons. When you come around, I drop everything
and give myself to you wholly. I will be your mistress, and I will love you
Papa Fitz
My grandfather is dying again. I know because my mom called. And she knows
because Aunty Cathy called her. This is the fourth time in two years my mom has
called me with
The Perverse Monstrosity of Our Beautiful Art
It was the suckiest letter I ever received.
One friend pored over the words and responded, “It reads vindictive. How could
someone speak this way about your beautiful writing? I feel like I’