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New Galerie: Kristen Flemington

Our newest Galerie, courtesy of artist Kristen Flemington, tells a story both through prose and photography.

In Her Own Lens: A Look at Aida Laleian

by Mikayla Lynch | 0

“An arrogance accompanies conceptualism, an arrogance that assumes realist painters like Rembrandt had no idea behind their work. This negation of the object is not at all what I admired: I’m a photographer—I love objects.”

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About this Galerie

Kristen Flemington's photography and prose grace the pages of our Galerie.


Other Articles in The Galerie

On Beguiling Prettiness: A Critique

New Galerie: Kristen Flemington

the jungle.

In the Age of Moloch

by Rory Tolan | 4

Yet Roeder’s bullet failed to pierce the sternum in the style of Tiller’s own executions. It merely burst Tiller’s eye on the way to his brain, where it laid waste to the most legally sound mind in the history of serial killers.

An Il-Fated Missive

Greenbacking: An Interview with Cato’s Jerry Taylor

menagerie.

Hip Replacement

by Emily Bernhard | 0

Although it’s difficult to learn what band is tickling patrons’ eardrums behind tiny ear buds or oversized headphones, the gentle deflation of pretense here leads one to believe that “you’veprobablyneverheardofthem” would no longer be a popular answer.

Another Man’s Treasure

Rave Review

on the chopping block.

Ale’s Well that Ends Well

by Alex Meyer | 0

Often reiterated throughout the tour, the baseline of Three Floyds’ credo carries weight on both a personal and a business level: get the best ingredients money can buy, it avows, and enjoy what you drink.

Sleighbells and Schnitzel with Noodles

Green Lights and Blue Notes

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revue.

Always West: Part V

by Luke Rodehorst | 0

Right at the edge, where cloud wall meets open sky, meets rock ridge, twin rainbows cut through the dark backdrop. We stand on the precipice of badlands, a landscape cradling snakes, bubbling up undrinkable waters, enveloped by a static hum.

The Family Company

Always West: Part IV

fiction & poetry.

Keep Me Bright-Smiling

by Sam Chereskin | 1

Don’t worry, Mr. President: You are not America. We cherish you, but we shall remind ourselves of something important. We shall remember – by examining your work and words and examples – that our hopes for our civic lives do not have to involve you. That lie has lasted too many years.

One-Word Title, Like a New York Restaurant

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