I Was A Child Disappearing Into Whatever I Touched
In the house is a horse, or the house itself is a horse.
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ReadTwo Books : Longer Looks
Mixed media artist Ellen Wiener on the featured art for issue 16. -
ReadAn Essay on Processing
TSW Art Director, Meg Sykes, on creating the featured image for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy -
ReadRest Begets Rest: Community Postcards
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, on creating the featured art for Issue 13: Rebellious Joy -
ReadRest Begets Rest: An Essay
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, writes a meditative inquiry into rest -
Readharmer/harmed: an interactive zine
TSW Artist in Residence, Bianca Ng, creates the featured art for Issue 12: Before After -
ReadHow Things Are Done
The way restaurants work has never been fair — yet everyone just seems to accept it. -
ReadBeyond the Distance
What makes a country great? Surely the answer doesn’t lie in vast tracts of forest land that have been converted into concrete megastructures -
ReadQueer is a Verb
In 2007, I had just freshly graduated from high school. I was a year ahead of my class and had put in the extra work due to acute boredom -
ReadStill Life/Wallpaper: Paintings
Since the end of the Cambodian Civil War in 1975, and the horrific killing fields following the next four years, Cambodia has never recovered. -
ReadOut of the Shadows
The topic of “real” American identity and assimilation has never been so simultaneously divisive and uniting. -
ReadFeatured Artist
Featured artist Gabrielle Bates on the permeable boundary that exists between society and self -
ReadIt’s me, Mom.
My parents gave up a comfortable life in China so that their children could have better opportunities. -
ReadPerseverance Through Darkness
Prismacolor colored pencils, Strathmoore Bristol paper, Uni Posca white paint marker -
ReadPhoto Stories
As my leg was pulled in, I felt the most excruciating pain come over my entire body, from head to toe, traveling through every organ in my body.