Writing from the University of Iowa’s Between the Lines program.
A anthology of art from (young) women around the world. Check out Tunnel’s global reach!
A summary of our time at Pasadena’s LitFest 2017, plus PDFs of our spring zine.
Ashton Carless returns to Tunnel with his sophomore series, composed of oil paint portraiture.
A day in the life of Cesar Moreno, a self-taught screenwriter, editor, and cinematic artist.
A collection of words and pictures shared with Tunnel in the past couple of months,
Curated by Amelia Anthony, created by individual artists.
Tunnel’s third open mic was hosted in the Foley backyard. It was a celebration of the “harvest”: reaping what was sown, and the gratefulness that follows.
Photographs by Hana Tyszka Poem by Amelia Anthony first day of school stomach pit (bottomless) shriveled ball of tin-foil feelers. be my lover, ave maria gorgeous. a pipe dream swan song boneslime. toothpick rhetoric crunch feet on roads ontrailsonpaths on ring-fingersnap poems. i have not really missed anyone. long bells i cried today. radio silenced. laced hair slice. quickie-licked cowlick.
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 …
Artwork by Eric Anaya Profile by Amelia Anthony I recently witnessed Eric weave straightfaced through a busy Saturday night in Little Tokyo, holding up a fresh pastel drawing of an alien (see below). People reacted as they always do: some laughed, smiled a bit cautiously, gave him a blank stare, veered away. He was unfazed and continued his way to The Smell, flashing his sketchbook to passerby. It was a fascinating not-quite-social experiment, and a most quintessential Eric Anaya move. He can be characterized by a single earring, a possibly-sly grin, and seemingly boundless charm. Despite an endearing ego, Eric is never be boring to be around; he is rarely in a bad mood and is always bleeding ideas. He calls himself a “progressive,” not in the political sense, but in the way he’s always on the go, antsy, hyperactive. A recent epiphany left him with a careful grasp on the universe and a knowledge of exactly what he wants to do with the rest of his life: make music and kiss cute girls. Eric …