What Happened When I Taught My First Yoga Classby Sage Harrington
Albuquerque, NM, US | May 20, 2016
Already, I feel like I’ve already learned some yoga teacher tricks.
Dear Little Bobby: Still Collecting Vinyl, and Tired of Chemicalsby Little Bobby Tucker
Albuquerque, NM, US | May 19, 2016
My tastes are completely pro-album, but it seems that I am in the minority.
So if caffeine only buzzes your brain for an hour—and believe me it takes more than that to produce a 600-word article—how do I sustain an interest for the hours it takes to produce content?Read More
Rs were the hardest thing for me to grasp, which is a pretty cruel fate when your name is Rusty Rutherford.Read More
We artists open ourselves up to all aspects of life and this makes us prone to darkness.Read More
Guest Blogger Lea Anderson was one of the artists for the inaugural Studio Sale at 516 ARTS last year. She’s here to tell us why we should go this year!Read More
I don’t know about you, but I have become almost addicted to writing in coffee shops.Read More
My first two solo biennials (EXPERIENCE in 2000 and MOVEMENT in 2002) had interactive installations which involved entering, perceiving, maintaining, perpetuating, and moving things around.Read More
I have discovered that I REALLY like my girlfriend putting a collar and leash on me and bossing me around.Read More
I feel that envy. Because I want what you have. Now you may think this is all deeply unhealthy, but I know a lot of artists who thrive on it.Read More
We all know the stereotype, the pale young man, wrapped in a dark coat, hunched over a leather-bound notebook in the corner of a smoke-filled coffee shop, consumptive, romantic, depressive. The writer’s writer. Scribbler of poems. That to which we all aspire. Which is, of course, a load of horse manure. I will continue writing Read more ›Read More