Ritual
From 1975 to 1979 I grew up in a temporary company town made up of trailers in the boreal forests of northern Manitoba. My father was one of the hydroelectric engineers working on a joint project between the Canadian and Soviet governments to dam the Nelson River at a place called Jenpeg.

The musician delves into the sonic properties and generative caprice of resonating bowls of water and melting blocks of ice—instruments that propel her latest album, Musique Hydromantique.

For the past five years, artist Margaret Ross Tolbert has been traveling to southern Turkey to the site of ancient Lycia, an autochthonous culture with roots in the Bronze Age, later Hellenized, and eventually controlled by the Romans.

On August 16, the Hikianalia, a seventy-two-foot dual-hulled Polynesian voyaging canoe from Hawaii set out across the Pacific for California, powered by the winds, tides, two solar-charged propellers (for emergencies), and a thirteen-person crew.

“It was no longer important to be accurate. I came to understand that imagination and dreams were as important to them as any fact.”

In ECODEVIANCE, a ritualistic poetry book-cum-grimoire and guide to various livings and dyings, CAConrad’s mic is comprised of “the bones of the earth”: crystals. Voices whisper, ring, and shout through(out) this book.

“I like flirting with disaster. I like terms that are open and provocative and unusual and evocative and we don’t know where things will be going next.”

I met Verne Dawson while sitting beside him at Table 23 at the celebration for Dream Machine: Brion Gysin at the New Museum in New York. Dawson revealed a cosmic process previously unsuspected by me: the genii of the 22 paths of the Kabbalah and their correspondence to the 22 major cards of the Tarot.

“The more I learned about him the more addicted I became, the more I wanted to meet absolutely anybody who had met him.”

Part of our attraction to art is its ability to engage our imagination, and Amy Cutler’s highly detailed, yet carefully ambiguous portrayals of women do just that.

Last November, I visited Brazil for the first the, and only then did I begin to understand the work of artists who had been familiar to me at a distance.

Colombian artist María Teresa Hinicapié’s performance work is a spiritual quest that binds art and ritual.