Firstly I’d like to extend gratitude to the editors for inviting me to curate the visual art for this winter’s issue. A year has passed since I first contributed to like a field, and this winter’s issue marks two full seasons of the publication’s words, growth, snow, art, dew, floods, and change.
To publish seasonally is not uncommon, but to maintain an ear to the ground and a nose in the sun makes this publication special. Full of the freezing and thawing that threatens to tap a draining spile from the soul, the art in this issue is as characteristically sparse as one might expect these dark months of Winter to be. Most colors fade from our view, leaving in their place a wisp of memory and a cyclical promise to return. The soul drinks up the warmth of a conversation with a friend about music, gossip, glorious nothings. Across styrofoam and graphite and pages and skin and in snowy woods and beaches and , the works of this issue mark the unique joys of the season and its offerings of respite and comradery. Through darkness we emerge, a cautious hope.
As always, we wish you…
a whirlwind winter
a gnomelove winter
a cow’s stomach winter
a sun glyph winter
a slanted winter
a Anita Mui winter
a Aquamarine winter
a coward’s dream winter
a dimpled pear winter
a Prairie winter
a saw-toothed winter
a duck decoy winter
a slow confession winter
a snowy beach winter
a field trip winter
a eternal winter
a Touch winter
a camping winter
a inorbed winter
a ice skating winter
a clipped wing winter
- Colin Martinez & the editors