Phantom Gravity

Phantom Gravity

I looked directly into the skull … those sockets┬áso dark and penetrating. I lay there for hours, hardly blinking and just staring into those orbs of darkness … then it happened. I knew it would happen. Somehow I had a premonition and now it was fulfilled....
Needing phantoms of cultural fears

Needing phantoms of cultural fears

I am seeking people who are free from dogma and yet willing to consider and become devil’s advocates and then seek the dialectical relationships that art can view. A few essays and lots of discussion! Perhaps a caption or two from some timely photos! So who are...
A Theatre of Smugness

A Theatre of Smugness

Are we at risk of degenerating into a theatre of smugness? Few things repel as surely as smugness; that impenetrable shield that surrounds the body and psyche of someone consumed by certainty while hiding within his or her own limited sense of self-righteousness. When...