This mag explores situations within duplicitous demographics and highlights on a plethora of issues– some areas of double standards will be familiar to you, but many will force you to explore and interrogate your own perception and empathize with another perspective. In this issue, we include art, photography, articles, and poetry from various artists.
The first two therapists I saw were both pastors. While living with my parents, it was hard to even convince my mom to let me see a therapist, so a person of the clergy with a psychology degree was a good compromise for them. Continue reading Sliding Scale
His are my favorite to ever look into, eyes so fierce they saw right through. He knew how to draw me in, he loved me all night. But once morning came, I was devoured by his bite. I long for the softness of the sheep I know is there, it’s just hidden far beneath the wolves course hair. I could plainly see, I wasn’t totally hopeless, I loved him even though I knew he was ferocious. Knowing at that time, I was just his prey, how could he help it, he was raised that way. Now I am just one of the pack, but I know each blue moon, to me he’ll come back.
As a lover of creativity, I get lost from time to time in other’s creative works. Whether it’s a stroke of a pen or the stroke of a brush, I want to follow its inception to its completion. An artist who I admire as a thinker and creator is Tara Flores. Her works are not only lovely but also intricate. There is a world to get lost in and meditate upon once Flores has given herself to a canvas.
In October, her new series called “Boundaries Lost and Found,” will be showing first at Anthropologie in downtown Seattle for the month of October. Those paintings will also be in the shop on her site.
Here’s a preliminary statement for the upcoming series:
I’m sure most people can relate to having issues with emotional boundaries in relationships (like maybe all you moms of little ones who haven’t peed with the door closed in a few years?) but there are also the boundaries of our physical bodies in space- kind of.
Have you ever had acupuncture and felt all fuzzy and in the midst of your groovy nap-like-meditation-state realized that you don’t feel where your body ends and the space around you begins anymore? Like all your atoms were starting to spread out and float away? Just me?? We’re convinced there are defined limits to what we think of as “self” but what happens when we scale down and see that we’re made of atoms that are mostly made of space? Or that there are far more bacterial cells holding our body together than human ones?I love to picture what this cartoon-Fantasia-version of this tiny science would look like. The beautiful, awe-inspiring energy of it all. The boundaries, the membranes, the movement and scale of life. This is why I paint what I paint.
“As a photographer, I choose my subjects from intuition, using my camera to create both real and surreal images. My passion is capturing images that may have been otherwise overlooked. Photography helps engage myself in my own surroundings while providing my viewers with details that draw them in and allow them to experience a world they may never have had a chance to see.”