It would take a very advanced calculator to tally up the hours my children have spent absorbed in the work of Lane Smith, whose smudgecore aesthetic defies the idea that an Continue reading →
BEFORE IRANIAN AMERICAN cartoonist Navied Mahdavian moved with his wife and dog from San Francisco to an off-the-grid cabin in rural Idaho, he had never fished, gardened, hiked, hunted, or lived Continue reading →
Philosophy is really homesickness, an urge to be at home everywhere. Where, then, are we going? Always to our home. —Novalis, Fragments THE EXPLOSION WAS THE BEGINNING of the end Continue reading →
I. Bow down. Bring your face, your heart, your hands, your belly, down, down, close to the ground—to the rock of the world, the dirt, duff, sand. Let surface meet surface, Continue reading →
Kaia Sand, Daniel Cox, Randy Humphreys, Michone Nettles, George McCarthy, Bronwyn Carver
Photographs by Rian Dundon
MAYBE IT’D BE a stand of trees encircling a ground soft with pine needles, out of view of neighbors so as not to scare them, but close enough that, should danger Continue reading →