Jun 24, 2026
Sometimes being caught by an artwork, and by the story behind it, is like walking into a complex room, perhaps an overgrown conservatory, with underbrush and overstory, half-hidden doors, and many corridors. And sometimes while you’re peering about, absorbed, you...
May 8, 2026
A portrait gallery of the past is a powerful place. We are free to look with impunity, to stare without reprimand, to study, to judge. Period photographs may more accurately represent form and feature, but they are robbed of life by the technology that required...
Mar 18, 2026
Who knows why we fall in love with certain poems? We print them out, pin them up on our doors and walls and mirrors, save the tattered books and chapbooks in which they first appeared to us. Is it the language, the subject, a particular phrase, the mysterious way they...
Dec 29, 2025
On the unexpected pleasure front, holiday edition, I visited an artist’s market at Springboard for the Arts in St. Paul last week. (Not clear to me how google summaries arrive, but Springboard has a good one: “We’re here to equip artists with the tools to make a...
