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As Seen on Arteidolia: Swifts & Slows, Lyn Horton & Power Boothe

s w i f t s  &  s l o w s: a quarterly of crisscrossings Line by Line
Lyn Horton & Power Boothe

None of us can remember seeing our hands and feet for the first time. We began to unfold the layers of knowing, differentiating this from that. Extending our hands and feet had a purpose. The initial steps to communicating. Our interaction with the world became too complicated to let communication remain as single hand outlines painted on pitted dark cave walls. Language needed some kind of organizing principle in order to mean anything. Left to right. Right to left. Up and down. Down and up. Across. How to assemble symbols to declare, to instruct, to explain, to question, to exclaim, to simply say.
Somewhere in that evolution the grid appeared. Some say it is the way our brain is arranged. How to extend order to our internal and external cognitive environments. 
Originally these grids were only dots and called “Ellipsis” as in dot dot dot. Dots then became lines. “Ellipsis” stayed. …

Dedicated to My Mother

It was Easter Sunday. No family around to celebrate The rising of Christ from the dead.
No eggs planted anywhere. My breakfast French toast was dipped in eggs though, Drenched in syrup, where berries and cinnamon also floated.
The dishes were washed. The reading of the news was done. I was sufficiently terrorized, Thrust into hopelessness and gloom.
Some say we will survive. Others say nay. I have no reason to believe in anything but myself. So much trauma in my own life caused by those Who were meant to love me unconditionally. As parents, as lovers, as friends, as a husband.
I was alone. And intent on finding another place To merge with the natural world.
Down the state highway going south Is the entrance to a road that parallels The river I visit on Sundays. I have never been down this road. It was a good day to give it a try.
Discovering this path by the river For the first time on foot, I was eager To see where it took me. I parked where a closed gate blocked going any fu…

As Seen on ARTEIDOLIA: Peter Pincus's Finesse

Peter Pincus’s FinesseLyn Horton
January 2019

Artists live in a tight world of history and influence. The medium an artist uses often points to possible penchants for attractive pods of that network. How an artist assimilates those areas of interest is complicated and eventually translates into what the artist ends up doing in both apparent and undetectable ways.
Peter Pincus is a contemporary ceramic artist. He has in his own practice evolved a means to unite history and influence to create his signature vision. Although he speaks of ceramics as being “too material specific to be classified as fine art,” he has produced an array of objects that walk a fine line of defying that statement.
As a teacher, husband and father, he and his wife have bonded to establish a vibrant working environment. Their studio is organized and stocked plentifully with materials exemplified by shelf after shelf after shelf of color-infused liquid slip clay. Twenty hours of studio time per week unfolds not o…