Month: July 2016

the self-portrait

Words and Paintings by Amelia Anthony I never really painted until around May when I did a portrait of my friend Addy for school. I ended up making another portrait of my friend Harper and one of myself in the same week because I enjoyed it so much. It was easier for me to paint myself, probably because I know my own face well and also because it was so soothing. I didn’t have real deadlines or expectations to my newfound self-portraiture; for the first time in a while creating visual art was relaxing! Previously I had only been a writer—only written about myself instead of painting pictures of myself. Currently, painting is a ritual. I blend the same skin tones and trace the same features soft-listening to music and bask in brushstrokes. Self-love is a very strange thing in media right now; it is trendy to appreciate your image and share that appreciation with other people. However, self-love is something I am unsure anyone has mastered. Self-portraiture has definitely helped me work through self-love; not just …

Genesis

Genesis (or, how to write a story) by Deryn Mierlak With small cuts the story comes into the world. Face. Hair. A kiss, hanging off a pink circle. You grab at images milk-soft, rolling in waters and lights, the skin of their words polished and shiny, splitting like an insect’s shell, as they near you. They fall through your skin, leave faint marks then cut through. Their edges make lines of pain across your body that form into blunt hieroglyphs, that natural history of ordered lines, then words. The story demands blood– with each drop you give it resembles something closer to simian, intelligent, alive. you tell it how it should live without gods, you let your dirty voice scratch its ceiling. a genesis is the creation of space sudden space, angles poured out into darkness. it is that which cannot be replicated, nor stolen: you do not know it but it is the story of your pain. notes/comments on this poem: writing a story is hard. Like giving birth, in a way. There is …

Renaissance

ALEX SPEAKS: “I take photos because I want people to know how I see certain things/places/people through my eyes. I’ve always found the different ways people see/perceive things in life really interesting. I always try to create a painting when I take photos, like those old renaissance paintings with a million different things happening but everything is shown in detail and you can stare at it for hours and find new things in the photo every time you look at it. And sometimes the opposite, there’s only one thing going on in the photo but somehow you can’t stop looking at it. That’s how I see things in life sometimes, i just sometimes want to stare at things for long periods of time just taking in every detail. I guess that’s why I take photos, ‘why don’t you take a picture, it will last longer’.” “I’d consider myself an artist. No denying it. I create. It’s what I do and what I’ve always liked to do since I was a kid. If anybody creates anything or …

Top 5 Times I’ve Been Hit In The Face At Concerts

These are the definitive five greatest times I’ve been hit in the face at shows – if you read any article this year about a small college student getting his ass kicked over and over again, please make it this one. #5: Elbowed in the nose Artist: All Your Sisters Venue: Non Plus Ultra I’m at a show with Jamie Stewart from Xiu Xiu headlining. The third act of the night, a very rad post-punk/goth rock band called All Your Sisters is playing; I’m two beers in and very much in my element, just buzzed enough to get more confident than I have any right to be. I worm my way into the tiny mosh pit that has formed close to the front, but the second I enter a boy is launched at me like a cannonball from the opposite side of the pit. His elbow swings upwards into my nose and knocks me right back out of the mosh pit. I am reminded of my own mortality. #4: Shouldered in the chin Artist: Perfect Pussy …

longings of a listless mind

   The thoughts had mulling over a cup of coffee, alone in the morning, or maybe staring out a train window. Poet Claire August shares her own moments, thoughts and words strung together in a seemingly cosmic benevolence. Here are three of her poems. poems by Claire August images and other words by Brandon Yung      Listless      What is there to      do on a Morning      so long awaited      where there is no-      thing in particular that      anticipates & dreams      move slowly like a      heavy novel. I             write poems: art of      the listless. I open      my mouth, breathe      yellow plums.             In The Future      How does anyone      find the            time these days              for optimism.      The future is for      the profound, the      past beautifully      barren.   …

my toes say i’ll get into college

ABOUT THE ARTIST: A.A. Reinecke is Tunnel’s newest diarist. She is a writer and poet from Westchester, NY. Her work has most recently appeared in the Claremont Review, and Pulchritude Press. She resides in Northern California where she writes every morning at 5 AM, opposite a print of “View of the World from 9th Avenue” and often beside a glass of Thai iced coffee. In adulthood she plans to write books and live in the woods. Photo from Perah Ralin