Happy New Year! January 3 – The Parlour Room of Hollywood – collaboration with Red Light Lit The show is a mashup of live music, photography, storytelling, and poetry set to a live score by David Williams and Dan Thomas. The performers explore love relationships, sexuality, and gender. At The Parlour Room, we will feature … Continue reading Past events

COLA Fellow Sabrina Gschwandtner Responds to The Los Angeles Press Questionnaire Why do you make things? Making things is a form of shared thinking. What impact, if any, do you hope your work makes on your audience?   A new experience of montage. What subjects most draw your interest?  Women, textiles, cloth, film, labor, and … Continue reading Sabrina Gschwandtner

COLA Fellow Jenny Yurshansky Responds to The Los Angeles Press Questionnaire Why do you make things? My background is that my parents are Soviet-Jewish refugees who emigrated from the Soviet Union era state of Moldova. I was born on the way to the U.S., in Rome, grew up in Los Angeles, and after college, I … Continue reading Jenny Yurshansky

1 People are like: “half of life is showing up” I’m like it’s staring fear in the face, and then laugh breathe - live. We could all be more understanding imo The boy I used to babysit is describing his ex lover, their separation “and now we’re both miserable” Everyone is talking about: kylie jenner’s … Continue reading Katja Grober

Monika Jurczyk / Visual Art Monika Jurczyk aka Monsie is a nomadic freelance illustrator. Originally from Poland, but she has spent most of her adult life traveling. Previously based in Spain, Japan, SE Asia (mostly Vietnam) and Edinburgh, the UK. You can see more of her works here: iammonsie.com

Sonnet for Perfect Blue She is based On an error of the world, A world apart A master of feelings Which one does not master A sister, a mother, a mouth I will not make this easy for you... A pleasure mixed With pain A pleasure that comes From pain Her images, The inadequacy, A … Continue reading Chelsea Rector

Smoke Trails & Starlight She wanted to be wrapped up strong, stay longer than awhile. You should know that to her the smell of earth smacked of pine. You should know that lathering her hair washed away a hundred silent crimes committed against each crimson strand. Out by the roots. She pulled and rowed, a … Continue reading Peggy Dobreer

Gen X Summer My dad was a priest the summer that I slathered on baby oil, climbed out on a roof in the middle of the city, and lay down on the historic tiles of the 150-year-old rectory where we lived. Where they lived anyway; I was home from college. Apartments came easy, I’d find … Continue reading Liz Stephens

Terror I want to escape the fear of failing at love again. I made a spreadsheet to calculate the risk of you. Ones and zeros next to each attribute, a functional equation finding the fracture in your armor of black silk and silver chain. Found nothing conclusive. I woke without you turned the sky gray … Continue reading Bernadette McComish