Author: The Capra Review

Anna Beeke’s work nudges the viewer into fascinating and sometimes unnerving territory in which imagination takes flight.

Taha jumped when he noticed the man on the stool, half-hidden in the shadows of the leafy trees.

“Modern art is fine for decor,” he said, popping a vodka-soaked olive into his mouth.” But I don’t find it meaningful.”

Nadav did not have to set an alarm because his uncle’s screaming roosters woke him up between four-thirty and five every morning.