v2.14 / Eric Kellerman’s Tenebrisms
There’s a poem I love by Heather McHugh that describes sunlight shattered by trees and water—an event without boundary, without order, yet somehow channeled by
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v2.13 / Igor Pisuk’s Diary of a Nobody
It’s an extraordinary time for photography and photographers. The boundaries have all but disappeared, the medium is as open as Mars for exploration. With the
v2.12 / Francis Baker against Time
In 1993, photographer Margaret Morton and the late Diana Balmori, landscape and urban designer, published a remarkable little book called Transitory Gardens, Uprooted Lives. The gardens
v2.11 / Paul Cava in Ink / Extended Feature
We have a lot in common with ink: from the carbon we bleed to the fuel we burn. I’m inclined to think this vital, essential
v2.10 / Into the Staggers with Robert Hutinski
I will throw thee from my care for everInto the staggers and the careless lapseOf youth and ignorance . . . It’s a line from
v2.9 / Searching for Ferdinand Valent
Who is Ferdinand Valent? You might lift a few virtual stones to see what scurries out from hiding. You’ll find an image or two that way.