Old Big City
pastel on paper 10"x14"
Mark Rosalbo makes art to wrestle with the quiet conversations we all have with ourselves: the doubts, the reckonings, the moments we question who we are and what we’re doing here. He's not chasing perfection; he's chasing honesty. Whether it’s a painting, a performance, or a community project, he wants it to feel real—like something that came from the dirt and the heart. Rosalbo believes art can change how we see each other, and maybe even how we treat each other. Currently residing in Randolph, Vermont, Rosalbo serves as Economic Development Director, trying to build a local economy that sees the arts as essentials. He also helps lead Chandler Center for the Arts, where creativity is alive and accessible, and he co-founded Cultivator, a space for folks to gather, build, and dream.
À une cascadienne
Christian Torres
The heavens and the lice, the corn and the corndog, the Rockies and their titan grimoires, the golden doodles and Whitman’s ghost, Ursa Major and the bare-buttocked creeks, the stripped virgin forests and the apple-cheeked idiot waves, the Left Bank and the Right Bank, the alien past and the plaid organic future, the moths and the grand rivers, the hungry ghosts and their Wendigo world, pindrop West Flanders and belching Inner Mongolia, the impossible nests and the artificial lakes the chai-spiced winds of the north and the mothball winds of the south, the asshole and the elbow, the twenty-seven unique hells and the maggots on the verge of extinction all wept and writhed when the Cascadian sky half-lit the dollhouse of your birth, having already glimpsed in your prenatal palms the sausage-fed flannel horror who would one day anoint number 715’s corporate sheets with the best of you.