Artist Statement: Sinejan Kılıç Buchina has for the last several years been exhaustively working on a series focused on time, material growth and social diaspora.
Mi corazon, an ivory-veined granite rock tossed into the Rio Grande moons ago. I want to float up, pierce the muddied waters like a machete
There are hidden pieces of bone in my mother’s breath: she spat out fragments of history for her children to augur. The mystery of my
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How might we turn a hashtag into lasting social change? The revelations keep coming, descriptions of sexual harassment and assault both disgusting and horrifyingly
I still remember my lessons. I don’t have enough earthquake to break apart these fault lies, shake off the charm school quiet. The first
Oh father how you crowd so close in this cold barn. How you sweat at fences and your breaking ice for horses.
The driver’s gaze waits in anticipation for it. We look away. We speak for the one who has no voice. The hula dancer
