In the studio, drawing and painting are the moments when Henry Ward feels most fully himself, even as he admits that the act of making art can feel heavy and unavoidable. He describes it as a compulsion that remains inseparable from how he understands himself and the world. If he could choose not to make […]
Caroline Absher describes painting with oils as “the most enjoyable thing in the world,” it’s a way of living inside the material rather than controlling it. For her, oil paint is not something to be mastered through precision or restraint. It is something that wants to move, to change, to figure itself out. Control enters
Terry Szpieg grew up in Muskegon, Michigan, and from as far back as he can remember, drawing was simply something he did. It required no special materials and no permission, only curiosity and a pencil. When he visits his parents today, his mother sometimes pulls out his old sketchbooks from elementary school, filled with birds,
Painting did not begin as a career for artist Sophia Frese. It arrived instead as a kind of return, a recalibration, a way of coming back to herself after years spent inside disciplines that lived almost entirely in the mind. She had painted since childhood, but the moment she allowed it to become central came
Ádám Dóra is a Hungarian visual artist working between Budapest and Barcelona, whose practice bridges sculpture, installation, drawing, and conceptual research. His work is rooted in the subtle exchanges between the body and its environment, how gestures become form, how memory settles into material, and how attention transforms the ordinary into something quietly transcendent. Through
Sébastien Jupille’s story begins simply. As a kid he drew constantly, not because anyone pushed him toward art but because it was the activity he returned to on his own. When adults asked him what he wanted to do later in life, he said he wanted to draw. Even then he felt unsure about pursuing
From the beginning, Eva Dixon’s relationship to making things was tied to the rhythms of labor and construction. She grew up watching their dad build the houses they lived in, convinced as a child that they were helping just as much as he was. The garage became their first studio, a place where she felt
Nancy Goldring remembers her first studio vividly. It was not a grand loft in New York or a well-lit atelier in Italy, but a corner of her family’s basement in St. Louis, Missouri. She was a child, and her mother, wanting to keep her occupied, gave her a small space to call her own. “My
Antwan Horfee’s story begins in the northern suburbs of Paris, where restlessness pushed him away from the classroom and into the city’s hidden corners. He remembers dropping out of school at a young age and deciding he wanted to “be in the wild.” That meant spending hours outside, searching for places where creativity lived just
Vasco Del Rey’s journey as a painter began with a small, bright green and yellow sketchbook his mother bought him when he was six years old in Mexico. “She had a passing promise,” he recalls. “’I’ll buy it for you if you use every page.’ At the time I didn’t think I was going to
