about this piece Wendy, Nayarit MestizoAcrylic on canvas16 x 20 in This portrait was based on a photo taken of Wendy after her first performance of Nayarit Mestizo. See More in Art...
Wendy, Nayarit Mestizo
Genesis and Hung, Chihuahua
about this piece Genesis and Hung, ChihuahuaAcrylic on canvas16 x 20 in Genesis and Hung were two UCSC Grupo Folklórico students and dancers who performed the region of Chihuahua, Mexico. See More in Art...
Jemzi and Tony, Colima
about this piece About this pieceJemzi and Tony, ColimaAcrylic on canvas16 x 20 in Jemzi and Tony are a couple from UCSC who performed the region of Colima, Mexico in 2019. See More in Art...
Revolución
about this piece RevoluciónAcrylic on canvas16 x 20 in Based on an image from Amalia Hernández’s Ballet Folklorico de México (revolución), the piece was created as a healing process regarding the political situation of the United States at the time. See More in Art
Book Review: “The Last American Aristocrat: The Brilliant Life and Improbable Education of Henry Adams”
A certain kind of American pedant — and it’s hard exactly to define, but it is definitely a type — will, given long enough leash, inevitably find themselves (himself, usually, but not exclusively) staring down a Henry Adams preoccupation. The old prick practically lurks in the shadows of eaves in back alleys...
On the Difficulty of Civic Friendship and Unity in an Angry Time
Some of this is the obvious kind of rhetoric which we have long come to expect in the speeches of victorious presidential candidates — indeed, maybe using such rhetoric is exactly part of the calming, “back to normalcy” feeling which Biden wants to project. Of course, we all know that Biden...
Socially Distanced Turkey Day
about this piece Socially Distanced Turkey Day2020 See More in Cartoons
Thanksgiving
about this piece Thanksgiving2020 See More in Cartoons
EMILY AS A HANDFUL OF BOLTS FROM A COFFEE CAN
Evening is comingclose. The damagefrom the repairis calling to bothof us. No grief cancome from knowledge& yet, I’m holdinga hammer. The boltsfrom the can are use-less to me. That doesnot mean I regretmaking the fist to holdthem for Emily.I am tense mostof the time for Emily.I’m not entirely certainwhat’s happened,& in this dimI cannot hold... Continue Reading →
Buried Alive On the Old Chisholm Trail
Something went wrong beside the dry creek.A late winter sky reborn in its own image.The neighbor's radio buzz, the four-lane drone,Etcetera. Hallelujah. I have my soul pressed upAgainst the cracked living room window,Seeking out that shaggy buffalo vibe.I've made friends here in the temporal world.I've heard ghosts down inside the stereo.The past is not your... Continue Reading →