At one time, it was often said that “behind every great man there’s a great woman.” The stories of those women, the women who stood alongside – perhaps better t...
Sweeping strokes of color illuminate the vulnerable stares of the women in Angela Davis Johnson’s portraits. Some are suspended from the ceiling, others are imm...
For a city said to evade definition, Atlanta has certainly had its fair share of defining moments, from Sherman’s burning of the city in 1864 to the 1996 Olympi...
“I arrived home just about the time the honeysuckle blooms,” is the opening line of Susan Worsham’s body of work, Bittersweet on Bostwick Lane. It was also the ...
A day or two after my phone interview with Amber Boardman last week, I found myself hurriedly walking out the door of my apartment, doomed to be 10-minutes late for my next meeting, barefaced and wrinkled. In the rearview on my way into the city, I noticed an absurd smeared pattern on my eyelid -- nothing like some poorly applied mascara to bring you back to earth....
