The Orris asked “animator x illustrator x educator” Sarah Gay to share her fantastic work and reflect on her artistic process. We welcome you to her enchanting world.
There are, however, thousands of such crumbs scattered in the kitchen, and sometimes they get on the occupants’ shoes unnoticed.
Even a ruined pie sticks around, no matter how it looked, how it smelled, and how it tasted.
What would you do if you knew you could not fail? Krista Langley had a question and a Polaroid camera. She yielded an inside look into her friends and family’s dreams.
was thirty-five and looking for death in
every phrase; would meet you half-way if you thought you couldn’t get at it. He knew what you were saying. He’d find it. Was every month now giving me another Mishima novel
I think what’s most striking about reaching the top of Enchanted Rock in the winter is the sense of loneliness. On the gray day that I climbed the rock for the first time, I sat down on the cold pink stone and stared into the wind at the surrounding Texas Hill Country.
Be warned–this is the saddest story in the world.
It might put you in mind of the rabbit you had once, the one who got run over, back when you weren’t exactly still young but not yet what anyone would call an adult. You remember.
With no way to get up there anymore
without hitching a ride with the old enemy;
disgraceful maybe, or just over-trusting.
The world stage changes ever faster these days.
In fashion, there is no middle ground. You respond to the world around you—to the trends or the fashion shows or the news—or you don’t. … Erasing your eyebrows is an expression of modernity as much as it is an exercise in transferring the ephemeral styles of the catwalk to modern life.
When I was six, I told my parents I wanted to be a writer. They responded with the quintessential “follow your dreams” parental response and encouraged my obsession with writing poems and stories, and having more literary friends than real ones. That was 1993.
Man I’m never as free as when I’m there
racin’ that truck over the Crawford dirt,
’bout 60, 70, feels like 90 —
This dream we have been taught to strive toward has failed him, yet he hasn’t given up on the dreaming part. Kay’s enthusiasm for his country wasn’t about his own economic well-being anymore. It involved governmental reform, and a better society.
The American Dream is a dream of freedom, of opportunity, of a fair chance at happiness. We have national dreams, familial ones, and the personal ones deep in our hearts. At their best, these dreams motivate us toward better lives, advanced education, and improved circumstance.
Instead of guiltily shopping at the giant corporate stores and regretting it, rethink your spending habits and invest in small businesses, artisans and craftspeople, or just make gifts yourself.
Ryan Alex is currently a student at the University of Southern Maine within the branch of Art Entrepreneurial Studies and an intern at Mayo Street Arts in Portland, Maine. As a person who appreciates the solitude of rural New England and philosophy, his artwork has always explored these themes.
Bringing you far away from the pavement and onto the back dirt roads of America, the Mallett Brothers Band’s country rock style emerges from the slow grown woods of Maine. … Continue reading
It was early afternoon on the festival’s first day when I felt the first rain drop fall. I was standing near the edge of the Bud Light Stage watching Brooklyn … Continue reading
What Do You Do If The Spirit Is Willing But The Flesh Is Weak? Telling Life Narratives About Addiction
I am sitting in a Church Basement. The room is stifling hot and very crowded. Right after I enter, the session leader shuts off the lights. The soft glow of a few tea light candles emanates from the table,
When I approached Joshua, 20, he seemed reluctant for an interview, but was going to give me a chance anyway. I asked him his age. His occupation. “Homeless,” he replied. … Continue reading
“And it is easy to slip into a parallel universe. There are so many of them: worlds of the insane, the criminal, the crippled, the dying, perhaps of the dead … Continue reading
On the boardwalk, English isn’t the first language you expect to hear; instead there’s a mix of a hundred different voices and tongues from all over the world. As I hear them speak words I don’t understand, I am reminded that they, too, are transplanted, and perhaps they come here too to find a bit of home.
Eight Chinese college students gather in a small room, surrounding a table.
Lights are turned off. Candles are lit. Cards are distributed.
“There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground … Continue reading
The myth of Main Street is useful, but only if we recognize it as a story we tell ourselves about ourselves in the present.
Pictures of women have always held a special place in the world of gender politics. A photographer’s portrayal of a young model is always wrought with analysis regarding the possession, … Continue reading
Kano: “That’s incredible!” Cut cut cut cut… She slashes with her hand above the puppets as if trying to cut invisible strings. Yukito: “As I said, there are no strings. … Continue reading
The practice and study of mnemonics, or “the art of memory,” has a history that is two and half millennia old. Simonides of Ceos first developed this memory technique as … Continue reading