Issue Two: Architecture

Parking Garage by Lauren Bender [poetry]

Trees of urban jungles / Les arbres des jungles urbaines by Amelie Bernet [linoprints]

Our House Falls Apart by Ron Burch [fiction]

Building’s language by Maguelonne Chassard [photography]

In a Meditation  by Sheldon Lee Compton [fiction]

Room City by Nicola Fucigna [poetry]

The Architecture of Sound by Alice Hargrave [multimedia art]

arch:whistle by Mike Henderson [ video ]

Art by Zach Manuel [multimedia art]

Paintings by Lucas Noaves [oil painting]

A Design Project for a Dementia Respite Center by Chiara Ponrouch [architectural design]

Encaustics with Christine Sajecki [encaustic painting]

Communicative Artwork by A. Thagne Schreyer [communicative art]

Two Poems by Troy Urquhart [poetry]

I Had Been Feeding Leeches for a Month by Barrett Warner [memoir]

Art by Dontavious Woody [multimedia art]

Publisher’s Note by Florina Falce

A Note on Our Fundraiser by Christopher Bowen

Issue Two: Architecture

Parking Garage by Lauren Bender [poetry]

Trees of urban jungles / Les arbres des jungles urbaines by Amelie Bernet [linoprints]

Our House Falls Apart by Ron Burch [fiction]

Building’s language by Maguelonne Chassard [photography]

In a Meditation  by Sheldon Lee Compton [fiction]

Room City by Nicola Fucigna [poetry]

The Architecture of Sound by Alice Hargrave [multimedia art]

arch:whistle by Mike Henderson [ video ]

Art by Zach Manuel [multimedia art]

Paintings by Lucas Noaves [oil painting]

A Design Project for a Dementia Respite Center by Chiara Ponrouch [architectural design]

Encaustics with Christine Sajecki [encaustic painting]

Communicative Artwork by A. Thagne Schreyer [communicative art]

Two Poems by Troy Urquhart [poetry]

I Had Been Feeding Leeches for a Month by Barrett Warner [fiction]

Art by Dontavious Woody [multimedia art]

Publisher’s Note by Florina Falce

A Note on Our Fundraiser by Christopher Bowen

Welcome to The Art of Everyone

In writing my book Everything Else, I realised everybody has their own “everything else”—the thoughts and stories, the experiences, the skills, the imagination, the dreams.

Left unexplored or unshared, they can leave a void, depriving our spirit of something beautiful and nourishing. Having learned that, I created the space here to manifest my own "everything else," and to help others share theirs.

The path here is lined with flowers, the walls are endless, the shelves inviting, the table is set, and there is room for adventure. Bring your own creations or just open your soul for a retreat. This is a space to breathe. Leave the conventional world behind and enjoy.

Thank you for being here.