“Vulnerable” Featured Artist Carol Coven Grannick
Synkroniciti is happy to welcome poet and author Carol Coven Grannick from Chicago with “I’m Not David,” a marvelous poem about how art surprises us. At the Galleria dell’ Accademia …
Synkroniciti is happy to welcome poet and author Carol Coven Grannick from Chicago with “I’m Not David,” a marvelous poem about how art surprises us. At the Galleria dell’ Accademia …
There are no bad drawings. Drawings are experiences. The more you draw, the more experienced you’ll get. In fact, you’ll learn more from bad or unpredictable or weird experiences …
A little group of thatched cottages in the middle of the village had an orchard attached; and I remember well the peculiar purity of the blue sky seen through the …
Anyway, if you need your heroes to be perfect, you won’t have very many. Even Superman had his Kryptonite. I’d rather have my heroes be more like me: trying to …
In a split second of eternity, everything is changed, transfigured. A few bars of music, rising from an unfamiliar place, a touch of perfection in the flow of human …
There were profound reasons for his attachment to the sea: he loved it because as a hardworking artist he needed rest, needed to escape from the demanding complexity of phenomena …
Empty is the perfect state of being. Nothing inside to anchor you. Nothing inside to chain you down, keep you from living your dreams. Empty, almost weightless, you are an …
If you’d rather live surrounded by pristine objects than by the traces of happy memories, stay focused on tangible things. Otherwise, stop fixating on stuff you can touch and start …
I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion – can you understand that? ― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
Too clear, too clean. The problem was precision, perfection; the problem was “digitization” which sucked the life out of everything that got smeared through its microscopic mesh. Film, photography, music: …
