Tag: 51.2

Mickey Haist Jr.

Clashing in Good Faith Oil on canvas I Lost Something in the Hills Oil on canvas Mickey Haist Jr. is a painter and teacher, living in the Southwest with his wife. He started painting during lockdown....

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Confession

Holli Carrell All my life, I’ve hungered  for a quiet privacy.   I must explain this to you.  As a girl, I wanted   a door, deep in the vault   of my...

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Matt Gold

1202 Mixed media digital art 1208 Mixed media digital art Matt Gold is based in Brooklyn, NY, where he divides his time between music and photography. As evidence of the democratizing nature of his...

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CORREGGIO

Lydia Golitz CORREGGIO was born in CORREGGIO and died in CORREGGIO. To his friends, he was known as  CORREGGIO. He was a child who played with balls. He was a child who sat at dinner and...

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Nicola Brayan

Aquamarine Ballpoint pen, marker on paper Scarlet Water soluble pencil on watercolor paper Hilda Pencil on paper Nicola Brayan is a young, aspiring artist from Sydney, Australia. She has rediscovered...

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A Bed Filled with Birds

Faith Shearin 2022 Spring Fiction Contest Winner During the months after her husband, Max, died, Jane adhered to a self-imposed schedule. She had gotten this idea from a widow she’d met in her...

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Zee Zee

Candy Shop Drawing Waiting for Pablo Photography A Strand of Hair Drawing Zee Zee is a Turkish artist who provided the following statement: “Am I in love with art? Since I have been drawing. I draw...

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The Lost Girls of Lupine Cabin

Anna Sheffer 2022 Spring Fiction Contest Runner Up We remember confirmation camp on summer mornings when the air smells like woodsmoke. At camp that year, every night ended with a campfire, and every...

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Danielle Klebes

Someplace to Sleep Tonight Oil on canvas Plus One at a Forest Party Oil on canvas It Burns Because It’s Wood Oil on panel Danielle Klebes lives and works at Wassaic Project in Wassaic, NY. Her...

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A Perfect Day for Christmas

James Sullivan The tree still had most of his needles, and although Carly had been at first against our adopting him, something forlorn and shaggy in his expression convinced her, as it had me, and...

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