ON THE COVER Alfonso “Pompo” Bresciani IN THIS ISSUE •Pompo Bresciani •Daniel S. Sorine : Robin Williams •Tracy Conway •Tom Cox & Will Twynham •Fiona Almeleh •Blue Alchemy : Cyanotypes •Barbara Lane Gauley •Tara Shannon :…
A.I.-generated art [gallery columns="1" size="medium" ids="1831,1830,1829,1828,1827,1826,1824,1825,1823,1822,1821,1820,1832"] Pompo Bresciani is a stills photographer for feature film and television productions, including for AMC (TV Network), Hulu and ICG. He has worked on Swamp People, Leverage, and, most recently,…
I have long followed Pompo on Facebook. I enjoy seeing his photos from on set and behind the scenes of movies and TV shows, and his classic images of New Orleans and Louisiana. So when he…
“I close my mouth and speak to you in 100 silent ways.” — Rumi Spoken language is only one of many ways humans communicate with each other. The human body has always been used to tell…
Villager A novel by Tom Cox It’s a heavy day, and it hangs all over me. I’m deep in it. I’m so far in it, I’m technically invisible, unless you’re extremely near to me, and very…
tarashannonwrites.com I live in the middle of nowhere Ontario where my closest neighbors are buffalo. No, really! Surrounded by my family, both furry and non-furry :) I live out my days testing recipes and trying…
Memento Mori Mausoleums www.Mementomorimausoleums.com Tracy Conway worked as a stage hand and roadie until the pandemic hit. She reinvented herself making mausoleums, urns, planchettes and other tokens. Tracy L. Conway is a classically trained woodworker, a…
I will remember this dayJust like almost any day That my tears fell like rainMy heart was full of painShe brought along her babyAs if to say, maybe.But, then she laid with me upon my bed…
The Birds Are Still Singing is a joyful, life-affirming fusion of colour and spontaneity that defies categorization — part-embroidery, part-textile art, part-mixed media, part-collage, layer building upon layer to create a unique three-dimensional artwork hinting at…
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when…
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets— Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover’s words. Photo by…
Teach thee their language! sweet, I know no tongue. No mystic art those gentle things declare, I ne’er could trace the schoolman’s trick among Created things, so delicate and rare: Their language? Prythee! why they are…
Where she steps a whir, Like dust about her feet, Follows after her Down the dustless street. Something struggles there: The forces that contend Violently as to where Her pathway is to end. Issues, like great…
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means…
Saturday, September 24, 2022 Every year on the last Saturday of September, photographers and artists worldwide gather in backyards, parking lots, galleries and parks to celebrate this antiquarian photographic process and create cyanotype flags interpreting the…