The August cover was an easy choice. Its stillness mystifies. There is a wounded solemnity. A sense that a person—or indeed a whole people—has been violated. The effects of oppression trouble. A spirit has been dimmed, but remains dutifully resilient. Duly insolent. The suggestion of a halo intimates a divination in the face of a tyrannical truth: the future is a god that expects a blood sacrifice. A political piece, but also profoundly personal. Perhaps it reminds us that the political is ineluctably human, after all. ~ Brian Alessandro, Editor-in-Chief
18" x 24"
Oil on canvas