Interview by Elly Call Keith Pfeiffer is a junior in the VCUarts Communication Arts Program. A talented illustrator, his work is featured in the Spring 2015 issue of Poictesme. We managed to snag him in between his classes and his wanderings around Richmond to talk a little bit more about his art. In a small park situated behind the VCUarts Honors studio Keith explained his work processes, his take on the VCU arts scene, and importance of vegetables. Poictesme: You’ve really hit your stride creatively and turning…Continue Reading “Hopes, Dreams, and Stock Images With Kieth Pfeiffer”
interview by Cyrus Nuval
art by Eleanor Doughty
What happens to art students when they graduate? The art major, something that many people forget can be broken up into many categories, is often seen as a very expensive dead end. It seems as though only those with business and scientific degrees hold the path to life success, and those that graduate from art school are doomed to work in fast food restaurants. Poictesme reached out to one of our favorite artists, Eleanor Doughty, to catch up with her life as an illustrator.Continue Reading "After an Art Degree"
by Elly Call He carried the radio because it might have been his infant. Its cries provided his unusual building materials. Beyond the collonades of guitar twang he set in front of himself, around himself, behind himself, Was the glass-trash gravel. Mid-grey alley-way. Some sassy traffic. None of this mattered to the man who took the blues and constructed– (Ionic musical sequence, the symmetrical harmony of temple relations) No his head was never covered. (The heart of the house was the courtyard.) Blueprints in his…Continue Reading “The Richmond Transients: The Architect of the Side Walk Airspace”
by Elly Call Origins aside, Some might have said Her mother Dedicated Her to some archaic deity, With requests for beauty or fertility or wealth. The deity had granted a nimbus of hair, luminous through the car exhaust. When He bent down to Her, it was an aggressive kiss introduction, And She pleaded at His face with Her wet paper hands. They didn’t work, So She conjured with sharp bone fists. She had a sinuous back. He held her wrists. There was the stop-go road…Continue Reading “The Richmond Transients: Belvidere Witch Woman”
by Christopher Sloce Whatever nostalgia taps into, it is something primal. Nobody I know is immune to suffering its effects, even the hardened among us who revisited some cultural artifact, only to learn our tastes didn’t match up with what we now find moving or funny. And fear and horror are nothing if not primal. There is something instantly recognizable in the cel-shaded early animation style that taps into that same feeling, which Al Columbia realized somewhere along the line. Al Columbia’s early artwork are…Continue Reading “Notes on Al Columbia”