Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 6
Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 6: Mom’s Blue Ribbons My mother’s Blue Ribbons speak to me from her closet. Instead of awards, they sing the blues. Telling her tales of growing up in…
Resident Artist 2: David Arthur, No. 6: Mom’s Blue Ribbons My mother’s Blue Ribbons speak to me from her closet. Instead of awards, they sing the blues. Telling her tales of growing up in…
Resident Artist 2, No. 5: A WORLD WITH CEMETERIES I could not imagine living in a world without cemeteries. A peaceful reflection filled with the hope of tranquil slumber. The hostel where history…
Resident Artist 2, No.4: MOONBLINDS Tired bodies, jostled hair and a pool of sweat remind me the moon watched us dance last night. Eavesdropping at your exhales while I painted the canvas of your…