Featuring: Artists in Queens
As a resident of Queens, I adore the fact this sweet piece of movable, transitory art exists as a way to bring writers together.
As a resident of Queens, I adore the fact this sweet piece of movable, transitory art exists as a way to bring writers together.
A lyric essay I wrote about art and quilting and grief and hope and love featured in Michigan Quarterly Review.
Writing is work. I write despite the fear of being judged, of making a mistake, of losing a loved one. I write despite deciding there’s nothing new left to say, that it’s all been said before.
My writing mood board full of quotes, color symbolism, and textile art collected over several years
“I think of happiness and joy as the ultimate rebellious act. Art makes joy and joy makes art.”
“Skilled writers…see the sentence as the ur-unit, the granular element that must be got right or nothing will be right.”
“I strive to be ‘excruciatingly authentic’ as some have put it. I speak openly about topics that hurt me, in the hope that voicing my experiences might make life easier in some way for others in similar circumstances.”
“I have a cozy studio that I slowly put together over time. I love the smell of it, too—I think all of the accumulated art products have created the distinct smell. My studio smells like paper to me.”
These pieces by @ingrid_elzinga and @mattchalk make me very happy.