Announcing Summer & Fall Sessions!
Summer Session at Art Farm Coop is August 1 – September 13! Enroll now!
Medici University: A fond farewell
By Myra Wilmist and Art Oluja Medici University is closing, but its legacy lives on. The last official day of Medici University’s (MU) existence as an entity at LEA 23 is June 30. On July 1, the region will be turned over to the next occupant of LEA 23. Plans …
Drinking and Drawing Reception
Join the Drinking and Drawing group for a reception viewing our favorite work from the semester. Free wine and cheese and hummus !
The Painting on The Wall – Storyboard Finale
The neighbors are always peeking across each others lawns, comparing shades of green and looking for new gossip to fill their day with. Some of them just cant find anything better to preoccupy themselves with. Especially that airhead Mariah next door who’s always pretending she can’t see me from her kitchen while she’s waiting for her muffins to bake.
Lucia Ventures Out From Slepford
part one Weeks and months had passed. The weather was hot and humid which made the stench around the zombies more foul. The uninfected were miserable and bored. There was no real leadership among them; just a lot of talk and finger pointing. It took too much energy to keep …
Waiting For You
Waiting For You by Elle Thorkveld You’re driving down a dirt road sipping a coke I’m all alone, housework done my life’s a joke waiting for you waiting for you to come home to me You’re tapping the steering wheel chillin’ to the radio I’m standing in the kitchen wondering …
Ziki Questi and the Turing Test
If you apply the same subjective criteria of the Turing Test to virtual photography, you could reasonably say it has already passed its own Imitation Game. Unless the interviewer is highly skilled with a detailed knowledge of the difference between digital and virtual photography, it isn’t possible for most of us to distinguish a well-composed, realistic virtual photograph from a real life photograph.
Story for Final Storyboard by RMarie Beedit
These past 4 years on his birthday, she’s found herself at the coffee shop playing pinball. Balls bounce against backstops and fly around crazily evoking more peace than a thousand empty night fields full of crickets and her unbearable imagining of him laying face down in the surf with too …
Estelle’s Solution
Estelle slapped her hand at the stinging on her damp neck. The humidity was awful and while the screen doors in the farmhouse were good, what with all the coming and going, some tiny, flying insects were bound to get in.