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Among a section of contemporary art previewed for their upcoming auction, Sotheby's holds Sam Gilliman's 1970 painting, Untitled. This piece, done in acrylic on canvas, sprawling 50 by 54 inches on the wall, boasts brilliant hues of aquamarines, magentas, and blues, splashing essences and vibrations of color across the painting itself. I was immediately drawn in by its Frankenthaleresque, subliminal feeling. I thought on first glance that it may have even been a Frankenthaler

In our digital world, we are saturated with hundreds upon thousands of images of women on a daily basis: advertisements, family photos, selfies, ad campaigns, influencer content, professional photography, amateur video editing; each one, in their own minutely different way, attempting to tell us a story about that woman. They attempt to make us feel, react, to pivot our behavior. Most, due to the sheer volume, we see and ignore. But each picture we consume in our lives is rep

As we traverse the 21st century, an era characterized by arguably the most potent intersection of religion and science there has been to date, we are left with relics of the past and mysteries of our own epoch, each seeking to explain each other. Western Christianity in Europe and beyond has been the sole proprietor of these existential explanations historically. I wish to explore the amalgamation of these disciplines lost to time: mysticism. Mysticism sought to explore the i

“In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.” - Alice Walker Because of its centrality to modern Black feminist theory and topics of...