Issue.33

JONAH CAMPBELL Color in the lines of my Outrage. Bathe in the last of Joy’s Yellow rays, as they disappear beneath the horizon, dragging with them into the darkness Contentment’s…

SARAH GRACE VILLARREAL I remember the first time I made a mistake in public. I must have been 9 or 10 years old. I went to a snack shop after…

SWEDIAN LIE We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. – H.…

ZACH BUSCH New York is a city full of numbers, and so it’s a city full of colors. Every day I take the 2 or 3 Train to commute down…

ALEXANDRA REALE It was a chilly March evening in San Francisco, the coalescing Victorians of Duboce Triangle screened ghoulishly by the irrepressible fog. The hushed street saw occasional cars, out…

COLIN SOPER “This color is a bully”, my Intro To Painting professor warned me. I had spent half an hour trying to mix up a green that was deep in…

In this issue, we ask the question of what are the various ways in which color — remembered, perceived, or imagined — perform the construction of meaning, experience, and ideology?…