Keira McArthur

I hold Red in my mind and thoughts rise like bubbles. They’re not what I expect. This decision is rooted in fear. I’m stuck in Repeat. I’m bored. Confined.  categorized, manipulated, abused, constricted, driven, exhausted, worried, overstressed, coping. Aren’t we all to some extent.  And isn’t this an essential part of the story. Then another thought rises (after […]

The studio is dark. I am entirely at peace in this space – made small and comfortable by the light of one candle.  Muffled, intermittent cars drive north or south through slush outside and I stare out my big, arched third floor window at headlights, streetlights, house lights.  The clock ticks like a slow walk. […]