What if the way your brain works - and the way your hand moves - wasn’t a flaw, but a feature?

In this reflection on left-handedness, neurodivergence, and the creative process, artist Mindy Wara explores the beauty of doing things differently, and how embracing the "crooked line" has shaped her art, her identity, and her way of seeing the world.

An allegorical poem on fear, resilience, and unity in the wake of the 2024 presidential election.

The light has shifted, \ flashing a silent song to the surface \ that, somehow, I’ve never heard before…

Silence holds dignity close to her chest. \ Standing her ground - calmly \ and with resolve…

Our mighty voices vibrate - \ shattering barriers \ and building bridges \ where once there were none…

Anchored to this desk, \ the sun is gleaming \ and time holds his breath…

Armed with awareness \ and shielded by intuition, \ I push forward from the inside out…

Beneath our feet, stories are compressed in stone…

…And then there he was. Oliver \ still didn’t feel like his name. \ His long wrinkly baby feet \ squirming \ against my hollow belly…