A wonderful book of ekphrastic poetry by Francine Sterle, Nude in Winter is possibly the best chapbook I’ve found this year. Intimate and liminal, Sterle brilliantly captures the hidden world of paintings both famous and elusive as well as the artists that rendered them and the observers who view them. An eclectic work of verse, I fell for Sterle very quickly.
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Any creative worth some heft of salt knows that when a work is completed the journey is only half done. The work must cease its building phase—the artist must stop dabbing, the writer must stop fiddling, the dancer must end practice and get on with the stage—and the work must then be passed into the […]
via Francine Sterle and the Age Old Question of Art, Worth, and Meaning — Nothing In Particular
Renwick Berchild 