Linda Nemec Foster Inspired by an art installation created by Chicago artist Cat Chow This is not the beginning of another year, lost circle of an Aztec calendar. Its concentric rings the lines that predict the future. This is not the evolution of a glassmaker’s vision, tempered by searing flames and a man’s breath. One eye permanently lost for the sake of beauty. This is not a whorled shell of black and white–created...

Linda Nemec Foster Inspired by the art of Bruce Erikson I was there once, in that landscape, bedroom a mess and only yourself to blame: childhood memory carelessly dropped on the floor, under the table, looking like a sleeping nude who’s forgotten herself. Why can’t that woman comb her red hair, get up from the bed, get dressed? Even the russet hibiscus languishing on the side table looks more alive. She’s probably been...