Month: April 2017

An Interview with Casey Hannan

What was your awakening as an artist? When did you feel like you were meant to create? If there was a time before I was an artist, I don’t remember it. My mother is an artist, though I don’t know if she’d call herself that, and my father, too, has a stubborn dedication to his obsessions. On a genetic level, they seem to have passed onto me an innate creative permission. Like everyone else, I seek attention after I make something, but I’ve never needed permission to make that thing in the first place. When you need to find...

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An Interview with Liana Z. Weber

What was your awakening as an artist? When did you feel like you were meant to create? Hmm, my awakening as an artist…I guess I would say it was after I cut all the tendons and nerves in my drawing hand due to a dumb and freakish accident. I started creating on a much larger scale afterward as a means of physical therapy, and it just kind of stuck. I still don’t have full feeling in my hand but hey, now I don’t notice my hand getting sore when I’m drawing. When you need to find your creativity, how...

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Denim Lemonade As Ocean

“John Wayne would not appear on screen without his Levi’s 501® jeans; apocryphally, in order to prepare the jeans for a film shoot, Wayne would submerge them in the ocean for several days to give them the right amount of wear.” —from Denim: Fashion’s Frontier   The ocean chats at this afternoon, swimming for you as stupid crabs celebrate a park ranger kicking a French bulldog for eating turtle eggs. The ocean runs a big mouth, especially when it’s day -drunk, covering basically all of Earth’s façade. Come to the ocean, where beasts drink for free! Bring wine &...

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Beginner’s Guide to Prophecy

Before the Greeks dissected the body, and blood spilled in the Roman Coliseum, no one knowing what blood was exactly, the elemental taste of tin, I wonder if the first queer animal closed their eyes to the infinite dark and caught the X-ray of their interior: rainbow beam of light bent by glass. Maybe it would help to later explain Leprechauns in Irish folklore, the pots of gold and mis- channeled mischief. I could have lived then believing I was mostly magic. Pixilated static of pink vibrations. Electric pulse of muscle in my disco ball heart. What I would...

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Evangelical Reality Tester

My crown dutifully showered in butter, I was in line for Evangelical Reality Tester, a ride I’d heard arrived pre-built from space. As if one day someone woke up and found it sitting there in the field with its giant metal arms outstretched. Hard to believe. As it were, I’d just been dunked in a large vat of popcorn—hence the butter shower—a very healthy dunking, I was ready to rock whatever preconceptions I had in the way of reality completely off. Hell, I was ready to dunked again, if need be, in the vat or brass-bucket of starlight I’d...

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