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You Know Where To Find Me, And I Know Where To Look, Veronika Linstrom
You Know Where To Find Me, And I Know Where To Look, Veronika Linstrom
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Watching The Whispers In The Grass, Cadence Gray
Watching The Whispers In The Grass, Cadence Gray
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
The Weeping Willow, Korbyan Chavez
The Laws Of Time Travel, Drake Carnes
The Jonah Complex, Jonah Stroup
Caffeine And Me, Chad Erickstad
Teddy Roosevelt National Park, Jonathan Sladko
Teddy Roosevelt National Park, Jonathan Sladko
Floodwall Magazine
I love traveling, and I hope to make it an integral part of my life by getting a job as a commercial pilot in the future. I also love capturing the beauty of the world as I see it while traveling full of vibrant colors, awe-inspiring scenery, and diverse cultures. I hope my photography is able to capture the world as I see it, so that I may share it with you.
Bernese Oberland, Jonathan Sladko
Bernese Oberland, Jonathan Sladko
Floodwall Magazine
I love traveling, and I hope to make it an integral part of my life by getting a job as a commercial pilot in the future. I also love capturing the beauty of the world as I see it while traveling full of vibrant colors, awe-inspiring scenery, and diverse cultures. I hope my photography is able to capture the world as I see it, so that I may share it with you.
Love Medicine, Casey Fuller
Love Medicine, Casey Fuller
Floodwall Magazine
I love words. Words are totally amazing. Words allude, cordon off, cordon in, exfoliate, and blossom. And words are just so strange. The meaning in words can change over, their footprints marking you with their history. And yet, one conclusion I’ve come to as an English PhD student at the University of North Dakota, as a person who lives and breathes and teaches words every day, is that words can’t express all of my feelings. It’s a sad notion for me—one that I’ve tried to deny. So, as an English PhD student who is far enough along in his studies …
Minima Moralia, Casey Fuller
Minima Moralia, Casey Fuller
Floodwall Magazine
I love words. Words are totally amazing. Words allude, cordon off, cordon in, exfoliate, and blossom. And words are just so strange. The meaning in words can change over, their footprints marking you with their history. And yet, one conclusion I’ve come to as an English PhD student at the University of North Dakota, as a person who lives and breathes and teaches words every day, is that words can’t express all of my feelings. It’s a sad notion for me—one that I’ve tried to deny. So, as an English PhD student who is far enough along in his studies …
Naked Lunch, Casey Fuller
Naked Lunch, Casey Fuller
Floodwall Magazine
I love words. Words are totally amazing. Words allude, cordon off, cordon in, exfoliate, and blossom. And words are just so strange. The meaning in words can change over, their footprints marking you with their history. And yet, one conclusion I’ve come to as an English PhD student at the University of North Dakota, as a person who lives and breathes and teaches words every day, is that words can’t express all of my feelings. It’s a sad notion for me—one that I’ve tried to deny. So, as an English PhD student who is far enough along in his studies …
Tree-Lined, Chad Erickstad
Tree-Lined, Chad Erickstad
Floodwall Magazine
The world we experience is constantly evolving; yet many of our experiences are universal through time. I use photography to capture these universal moments as well as the ones unique to our moment in history. I find nature to be a fertile subject, often at its most brutal or its most serene. I am also interested in ways we have shaped nature and architecture to function for our modern needs and meet our current definition of “aesthetically pleasing.”
Summer School, Nicholas Baldwin
Summer School, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Marbled Frog Wood Cut, Nicholas Baldwin
Marbled Frog Wood Cut, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Imitating, Nicholas Baldwin
Imitating, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Dominoes, Nicholas Baldwin
Dominoes, Nicholas Baldwin
Floodwall Magazine
I question conventional boundaries through a series of action and reaction, a safari between permanence and transience, interrogating whether paper is shaped forever. Pulp painting promises a negotiation of form while carrying abstraction. My intention is to evoke that magic certitude borne of a dedicated approach. Having caught some idea, I broaden it with weird fibers, give the thing depth, complete a cycle of reasoning by returning to the starting point in a way a sculptor might imagine the pose of a figure hidden in a lump of stone. By marrying feeling and intellect, I find a facility of control. …
Sometimes I Worry, Sevi Sapunar-Lahr
Shards Of Memories, Sevi Sapunar-Lahr
Scrabble, Brenden Kimpe
An Upward Trend, Brenden Kimpe
Land Of Improbable Dreams, Chris Erickstad
Grandma Betty, Jameson Ko Buckau
Abba, Jameson Kay-Olson Buckau
Library Magic, Clara Anderson-Cameron
Residual, Clara Anderson-Cameron
Touch, Or, Beautiful People, Clara Anderson-Cameron
Touch, Or, Beautiful People, Clara Anderson-Cameron
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Son Of Abraham, Jasmine Patera
Aglaura & Cidippe Warn Their Captive Sister, Jasmine Patera
Aglaura & Cidippe Warn Their Captive Sister, Jasmine Patera
Floodwall Magazine
No abstract provided.
Ego, Maren Schettler
You Must Whisper This Poem, Maren Schettler