Essays & Interviews
The Dignity of an Unheralded Artist on the Streets of Bangalore by Richard Rose
Only the narrowest of minds would deny that the act of creation should not be only the preserve of those who receive formal recognition for their work.
Eight Months in Andhra Pradesh by Emma S. Marcos
I imagine an appearance of the goddess Durga, astride a collared lion, her many arms wielding a trident, thunderbolt, lotus, sword, and cellphone.
But the truth is, my memories of those ninety-degree noons, the peach and cherry-colored clouds casting jagged shadows over the hills, are already beginning to fade.