So much of art is speaking, but art can only be made by listening to the world around us, forming our own distinctive definitions of that world in tandem with what we learn and who we choose to look for.
Katrina Bello’s exquisite drawings of the vast and the miniscule in nature
Mit Jai Inn’s sculptural paintings thrive in abstractions and calculated ambiguity
Artist Efvan’s portraits and vignettes of Uyghur life
Neil Doloricon’s art centered farmers, workers, underground revolutionaries, and those on the margins
Su Yu-Xin’s paintings and mixed media pieces
Tomie Arai’s “The Shape of Me”
“I feel like my writing is always either at a micro-cellular level or a drone level. There’s this constant cycle between being way too close and things feeling surreal, or pulled way out and things also feeling a little surreal.”
What histories and discourses are inscribed on the body?
How art teacher Cecile Chong has connected generations, continents and patterns of migration in her work
How arts and tech can preserve intergenerational neighborhood stories and fight back against gentrification.
Indo-Caribbean women bring to light an issue that used to be confined behind closed doors.
Is the lack of agency in the movie’s characters a reflection of centuries of colonialism? A Fil Am writer explores.
An art installation in Jackson Heights speaks about how immigrant communities in the neighborhood are experiencing policing and displacement.
Khmer record and film collector Nate Hun is part of a growing movement quietly reconstructing Cambodia’s tumultuous past.
I said I missed Asia. His elderly friend beckoned to me and showed me his smartphone–a video of a dance performance in China. Little girls singing shrilly. “If you miss it,” he beamed, “Just watch YouTube.”
When I’m on the train, I draw a lot. I have absolutely no time for meditation. But when I’m painting, that’s…my meditation.”
A set of wind chimes hangs on a thin board, a short-wave radio emits bursts of Morse code, thin sheets of metal rustle on a crate.
Amrit Singh, Vijay Iyer, and Ashok Kondabolu on how to eat (and dip!)
John Clang’s “Beijing New York” is a product of some good old-fashioned cut and paste.
A compendium of responses from video store clerks in Jackson Heights.
It was art, not bombs.
Which is exactly why he got arrested.
Exploring a hidden history of Richmond Hill with iconic New York graffiti artist Alan Ket.
My comic ode to the neighborhood.
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