We are setting up a new micro or mini residency program for Arts students…The Residency comprises of 2-7 days to focus on a project. The artist stays in our Resident rooms with their own studio and the use of our creative spaces.
While still in germination phase we tested the idea out and awarded Carolyn Farley a micro Res. Carrie is a very talented, up-and-coming print maker in the BA/BFA program at University of Nevada, Reno. Carrie stayed with us for 4 days and accomplished a great deal including hand cramps from carving so many lino plates!
If you are a student, interested in participating in our mini/micro Residency programming please send an email to email@example.com
“There is a sudden terror that I may close my eyes and never open them again; it sits in my stomach and churns, even when I’m busy elsewhere. I’m not sure what to do, or how to handle it, but I feel it is fueling uncontrollable anxiety.
I suppose I’m not opposed to death, as it’s natural. It must happen. But, as with all things, there is a time and place for it. Death should not be used before it’s time.
War. I’m guessing you saw that coming.
I’m surprised that after all the holey wars, “thou shalt not kill” was not scratched out of the bible. I am also surprised that killing for ones God and ones Country is not thrown out as hypocrisy. Propaganda. Slander to religion.
I don’t like death, and I certainly don’t like murder, but on top of that I have lost my sense of religious certainty – a comfort to my childhood. So now for me to see that wars have fueled the senseless murder of children – I cannot describe the agony I feel. Their lives were precious, every life is precious. My father is comfortable that they are in heaven. Children go to heaven. He can hear this news and breathe easy, because their souls are safe.
But comfort does not make change.
There’s not much I can do about the attacks on the Peshawar school in Pakistan, which killed about 145 students and faculty. But I want this loss of precious life to hit home for people. I want them to realize at some point while inspecting this that the little girl I carved is in the moment of getting shot in the head.
Comfort is not change.
Peshawar is an image of a girl. Linoleum block, 8″ x 10″. In the moment of death, she closed her eyes.”