What started out as just wanting to make a few paintings of whales ultimately became an eight-year project, with still no end in sight.
Jill McDonough explores the pains–explicit and suppressed–suffusing early American culture.
The importance of clarity—of, as a white writer, being crystal clear about what I was saying, particularly in regard to indigenous languages and history—led me toward prose.
Women poets were under-recognized experts and artists in the forms associated with their homes and neighborhoods, the realms where they held power and influence.
How did a nineteenth-century woman of means accomplish so much, unhampered and unassisted by a husband, and what sort of life did this strong-willed woman live?
Those Americans will, I am afraid, still fleece you. —John Keats in a letter to his brother George living in Louisville, Kentucky, 1819.
Sinéad Morrissey pays homage to revolution and to pattern-breaking, considered through a jigsaw puzzle mapping North America.
“In animadverting upon the acts of our ancestors, it is not to censure them as sinners above all others . . . ”