09.01.17

It wasn’t trash, it was a Trash Lobster!

08.01.17

Barbara Kassel's allegorical world.

Elizabeth Hawes

07.28.17

“I like taking old work and incorporating it into new work, because it’s almost a continuous story of how your work has transformed and grown over time.”

07.01.17

There’s always basketball in Oak Bluffs, but there’s only one weekend like this.

Mathea Morais

07.01.17

Would that which we call a tourist T-shirt by any other name smell as sweet?

Mary Breslauer

07.01.17

“I am going in a new direction. It is fresh and new and not what I normally do… And taking a risk in life is important to do.”

07.01.17

The Ends of the World by Peter Brannen; To the New Owners by Madeleine Blais; and My Soul Looks Back by Jessica B. Harris.

07.01.17

Allen Whiting is tired of talking about himself.

“The biographical stuff about me doesn’t matter anymore,” he said as we sat in his kitchen talking about, among other things, the fact that somehow he’s seventy, about to turn seventy-one, and it’s been thirty-five years already that he and his wife, Lynne, have been showing and selling his instantly recognizable landscape paintings out of the front rooms of their farmhouse in West Tisbury.

Alexandra Bullen Coutts

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