Tag: Orly Zebak

The unbridled joy in Rita Winkler’s world and art

Rita Winkler holds up one end of her painting, and her mother, Helen, the other. Their screen becomes almost entirely awash in green, blue, and yellow watercolours with three different socks. Each…

Batsheva and Me

I want a Batsheva dress. Batsheva Hay’s clothes from her eponymous brand seem like garments I’ll never own; I’ve got so used to imagining them that I wonder if I’ve mythologized them.…

Maugie Ronsoon’s Midlife Crisis Comes Home

I am the sole West Sider. Do you know if this is the right place to live? I’ve been interning since the age of twelve; I’ve been trying to achieve. I work…

Hope in Absence

I struggle with anxiety, but it never comes from what I write. I become anxious at least once a day, but not over what I say. My chest can turn so tight…

Everything

I break myself into pieces, plunging into a pool of broken Tam Tams, where I belong. I’m inside of you now. I don’t know if you’ll have me, but you promise wholeness,…

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