

Showcasing select submissions to Descry Magazine Issue no. 1.
"Mad Eyes"
"Over three and one half years I have spent alone amidst these 8 rooms, 7 mirrors, 6 clocks, 2 minds and 199 panes of glass. And this is what I saw here. This is what I learned...."
"I began to break time down.
Smaller and smaller parcels are easier to digest, easier to recognize, easier to bear.
This would be the math:
4 birthdays
3 + 1/2 years
42 months
1307 days (taking into account the leap year)
1,882,080 minutes
112,924,800 seconds..."
"I figure it could go one of two ways- I will either capture my ascension from madness to as much a level of sanity for which one of my composition could hope, or I will leave a document of it all, in the case that I should lose."
See more of Lauren E. Simonutti's work here.
From the series Darling if You Only Knew
"Of all the places that I experience in my day to day, many are beyond a place where one can physically venture to. It is through my daily routines and practices that these environments have materialized and come into being, literally and conceptually. They were created as a means to bridge a gap, to tell a bit about myself; where I travel to at times, sprite-like and fanciful in nature. Darling if you only knew all the things that float through my mind,
[so many] sweet sweet fantasies."
"Estirpe" from the |eks| series
I am interested in exploring one of the primary inhibitors to my sleep: cancer. Four years ago, my father was diagnosed with cancer. The fact that I am both far away from home, and that cancer is a synonymous with having an expiration date, has made my head spin day and night.
Using x-ray images, Chiriboga explores the ubiquity of cancer by making the “'invisible visible... [to] express the continuous presence of the past contained within us'” as David Maisel wrote.
See more of Angel Chiriboga's work here.
Someone Stole My Heart
A portrait of the thief, the stranger, the lover, the one who never showed up, the one who slipped away. Remember the gaze, the chase, the flutter, the feast, the bliss, the solace, the shadow, the ache, the furnace ….the fall.
Love is a poem: a sail on the black sea, a shackle, a castaway, a message in a bottle, a reconstitution, a deep sigh, an orchestra, a simple chord. Love is driven by hunger, obscured by fears. Love is the moon in your eyes; Love is whom or what you see when your belly aches and you are lonesome once more. Love is absence and longing, love is your heart on the floor.
Expose yourself: love is human strangeness, love is sorrow, love is accidental. Show us how you pushed that someone away when you were too afraid to let yourself go; Love is all-encompassing, a feeling: a doing and undoing, a smokescreen, a flight, a weight, a forsaken, a case of the sweetest wine, a violin.
Romance us, we want magic and wonder; we want to see the one who held out their hands and presented you with their heart too, the one you always call whether you have won at the slots or just walked into a wall. The one who, when you are together, the world closes in on and only the two of you exist. Show us how you danced in the kitchen and then slow-moved the night away. Show us the moonlight on your skin, entwined. Show us the smiles, the laughter, the common language. Show us the one who stole your heart and held on tightly.
Issue No. 3 is your love story, the tale of you the other exposed. Show us it how it began, progressed, ended, lingers, or swells endless. Be candid, be fresh, be humbled and strange- be human, as there is no other reasonable way to talk about love: the wild horse: reckon-less, reasonless; Love is an empty hollow; Love is an ocean; LOVE IS A STOLEN HEART.
DEADLINE- February 18th, 2011
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