Tag: Art
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How Fall Snuck Past Summer
The clear golden light of the morning is a pleasant ruse for the temperature which is somewhere between brisk and snappy. I dash back inside and put on my jacket. I’m confused because it’s sunny out. Then it hits me: Fall has landed in Ketchikan, Alaska. The steam curls from the wooden steps of the…
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Writing, Art and that Awkward Dance
Completing the artistic process is a little like dating in High School, at some point you have to ask the one you want to dance. I see the writer as the president of the chess club, fidgeting with his or her hands. The visual artist, the painter or sculptor, is the prom royalty because of…
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A Writer’s Confession
I don’t write stories. Well it is more accurate to say that if I’m doing it right, I do not write stories. So then who writes them for me? The answer dripping with cheese is…my characters write their own stories. This is all fine and good in the clichés of a creative writing class but…
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