The canvas and the pool stand similarly, and I approach them interchangeably. My heart rate begins to race, my brain is in overdrive, my...

Weeks of coming home inspired, but perspiring. Heavy days dragged me into the house and fastened me to my bed. Every night canvases and...

I began this project in February, post election, post inauguration, at the height of social collision. Chicago housed Women’s and science...

“Just be a lady.” It’s a classic phrase but I feel it like a punch to the gut. We women are all too familiar with the demands behind the...

The palette, heavy from years, (no exaggeration, I mean years) of used and unused paint, was unsteady in my hand. The palette was...

Let me introduce myself: My name is Brie. B-R-I-E. Like the cheese. My name is not Brie because of my love for cheese, and likewise my...