Monday, April 23, 2018

Relief Monotypes of Animals by Kids

These are scratch foam relief prints with the water-based block printing ink that the kids painted on with paint brushes. They then printed on paper just by rubbing. They were made by my K-2nd grade Animal Kingdom art class at the University City Arts League.

Friday, April 20, 2018

"Moving North" by Gail Priday

Image posted with the permission of the artist. More of Gail Priday's artwork, including several stunning color woodcuts, can be found on her website

This is a serigraph, not a woodcut. I was driven to feature it here at least partially because I'd recently been captivated by prints of cross sections of trees such as those of Bryan Nash Gill. Here we have what initially appears to be that, but it is not. It is a stylized representation. Upon closer look, it reads less and less like tree rings, and more like an illustrative landscape with a line of evergreen trees above layers of sediment. But then there also seems to be a strip of snow over a blue sky and a circling, rushing river. Behind the cross section we see more falling snow and coniferous winter arrives, a broad view of this witness's biosphere is written into the grooves of its trunk.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Saturday, March 31, 2018

"Goldfish No. II" by Elizabeth Norton

Orange reflections behind the floating green against a backdrop of peach read like sunset. The roots are visible and tickly. Our companion swiftly sinks downward, out of earshot. The secrets we exchange this moment are forever embedded in this flat space, connecting us as one for all of time.

Friday, March 30, 2018

Another illustration by Alan Bold

One can peel away layer upon layer, scoop out countless ladles of water from the body of water spread out before us, but to what end? What discovery? Better to stand still and confront what is in front of us in this quiet and fertile moment.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

A Southern Landscape by J. J. Lankes

What ever made us think we could somehow separate? As if our minds could escape our bodies, or our bodies escape any sphere-or-otherwise-shaped-ship hurling through space? We are not merely embedded in the landscape. We are part of it.