“Patterns” Featured Artist John Brantingham
Synkroniciti is honored to welcome poet and writer John Brantingham of New York with Eroica Zuihitsu, one of our poetry contest finalists. If you aren’t familiar with the Zuihitsu, it’s …
Synkroniciti is honored to welcome poet and writer John Brantingham of New York with Eroica Zuihitsu, one of our poetry contest finalists. If you aren’t familiar with the Zuihitsu, it’s …
I would like there to exist places that are stable, unmoving, intangible, untouched and almost untouchable, unchanging, deep-rooted; places that might be points of reference, of departure, of origin: …
We rest.—A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise.—One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares …
Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly …
Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are …
Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up …
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind …
Modern humanity has found itself disconnected from nature by technology and civilization. Can art help us reconnect with the Earth? Yesterday afternoon I made a trip to the Rice Gallery on …
But it was blossom time. Against a sky of pure and relentless blue—that deep but lustrous Sèvres blue seen on certain precious pieces of porcelain—floated branches that appeared to be …
