Erik Foss
byI’m back in my old neighborhood with stale memories stirring in my head. I trudge up a five-story walk-up on Houston and Suffolk on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.
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Maria Liebana
byMaria crouches on her knees amid a tight grouping of brightly colored canvases. The walls around her explode with rainbows, pop culture references and glitter.
Mike Osterhout
byA hot breeze pushes across the road and dances through the cluster of ready-made works of art.
J. Morgan Puett
byI’ve parked along a dirt road deep in the woods of northeastern Pennsylvania. I’m only about 150 miles from New York City, but I’m a world away.
Megan O’Connell
byI pull into Detroit’s Eastern Market after a long drive from New York. The hot summer sun bounces through the cobblestone streets that distinguish the neighborhood.
Steve Hughes
byIt’s 4:30 p.m. on a Thursday at a dive bar in Hamtramck, Michigan. Nobody is seeking anything.
Rebecca Purcell
byIt’s a dry winter morning in the far reaches of upper Manhattan. The pulse of the city slows as the temperature drops, and a patina of salt and frost dulls the hues of the streetscape.
Bruce Dow
byBushwick, a historically working-class neighborhood that is predominantly Hispanic, has hosted a flourishing artist population for decades.
Chip Flynn
byFrom a production standpoint, Chip Flynn is an expert with fire. He doesn’t start the fires himself, of course, he has the robots he builds to do it for him.