ARTWRITING

I miss Manhattan on a rainy night, late enough so the streets are mostly empty. The way the pavement glistens, and puddles multiply the c...

I know I'm going to have a hangover in the morning. The day will be more manageable if I wake up to some sense of order in the living ro...

“Please don’t be late,” Georgette said to Mrs. Loughlin. “I have another student immediately after.” The moms always tried to squeeze too...

In the tub, she confronted her body, her personal war map with its hostile territories, neutral zones, allies, and enemies. Her breasts f...

When Ruth Bader Ginsburg was nominated to the Supreme Court, I learned that she’d gone to high school with Ruth Miller Levine, aka my mot...

I’m still trying to reach teachers, so today’s response is going to be a model for a straightforward writing exercise that could be done ...

For this ArtWrite, I was inspired by the image as well as the artist’s statement on her Instagram profile: “Bea Denton: Visual artist bas...

Kayla’s soft oversized sweater was pink like a grapefruit, and the innocent color reminded Joley of the Kayla she’d known as a child. At ...

Fill in the blank with behavior or mannerisms that reveal character. In a car, he/she is the kind of person who ________________________...

At Ravinia, Joley couldn’t stop staring at the man and woman a few picnic blankets away. They both seemed to have unnaturally long limbs ...

As I look through Maureen’s most recent collages, my reactions are instantaneous. Some don’t work for me. But each time I come upon one I...

The stalks of the fortnight lilies were beginning to topple. Dory had been neglecting the garden and was going to have to go to Millen’s ...

Fred Fowler’s recent series “This Is Water” was done after the bushfires last summer in Australia. Yesterday my husband showed me a photo...

If she hadn’t been so young. If it hadn’t hurt so much. If her logic hadn’t been so mixed up. Joely only saw Miles at family events. This...

The slightest slip, that awareness of loose rocks underneath her foot, elicits panic. The stakes of each step loom. So do the choices she...

The rack for the swings was still standing. Some chains dangled, but the seats were gone. A jungle gym with rusty bars, the base coming ...

A sketch can reveal an artist’s process, but it can also be a beautiful or compelling stop en route to the painting or sculpture it becom...

POV PLAY 1st : When I sigh, Alice gives me an exasperated look before reaching for her cocktail. What can I say? I know we don’t make sen...

I was in high school when my mom began to talk about blasting out the brick wall of our ground floor den and install a bank of windows. T...

The “L” rattled overhead. Joely’s body automatically braced herself for Robbie’s pained reaction to the clanging and vibration. Except sh...