by Caitlin Horrocks

Fifteen years ago, I wandered in to the first American exhibition of paintings by artist Oscar Oiwa. I used to walk periodically through the Arizona State University Art Museum in much the same way I liked to walk through the life sciences building with terrariums embedded in the walls showcasing native snake species: I was a graduate student in writing, and hungry for visual input of any kind that was not a computer screen or a printed page, the inside of a classroom, or the endless taupe streetscapes of Phoenix and Tempe. Continue reading “Dogs of Arizona, Snakes of Isidore” →