Blanc

Cumulonimbus tidal waves blanket the sky like an overcast of clean bed sheets calming you into a dream. It’s a lot like having your head in the clouds, but you’re still grounded, rooted like a white orchid – a delicate luxury.   And it’s an astonishing thing: the feeling of snow on phantom limbs. It … Continue reading Blanc

Rouge

It smells like rose water and tastes like chili peppers. You feel it when smiling up at the sun, when your chest tightens, when your skin flares up. It sounds like moaning and hair pulling. It reminds you of apple picking on an early morning. It can be the cold touch of fingertips or the … Continue reading Rouge

Why I Write

In the introduction of his short essay Why I Write, George Orwell begins with this following notion: “From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer.” Most children have a vague impression of who they want to be when they … Continue reading Why I Write

Georgia O’Keeffe: “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.”

Visionary of the twentieth century, Georgia O’Keeffe is characterized as a renowned abstractionist and an iconic landscape painter. Her work helped to advance American Modernism, and her transcendence of traditional realism named her an artistic revolutionary. Appreciation for O’Keeffe and her artwork stems from O’Keeffe’s ability to transform an organic impression into an artistic vision. … Continue reading Georgia O’Keeffe: “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.”