This labor of love for the unexpected becomes a kind of art in itself—one of patience and resolve that, as Josef Harris puts it, “takes your whole life to practice.”
“Because I’m not from here, there’s still this dissonance with St. Louis. I’ll never understand it fully, but I truly don’t think anyone really does.”
"Barrett is, above all, a master of addition, of cross-pollination ... "
An artist transforms the white box into a trippy parallel universe.
Peter Manion’s celadon brick studio building is like stepping into a wordless storybook, whose author is busy dreaming.
An artist grapples with, in some humble way, what it means to be alive.