FEATURED ARTISTS- OCTOBER 2025
A sample of the incredible work from our October artists.
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*clicking on the artist's name will lead you to their site, or their Instagram can be found below
Echo Chambers
The Ghost of Me
@monicartdeco
Mega Millions
White Dog
Internal Censor I
Whispers in the Forest
Andy Bratton | Escalator73
@escalator73
glitch
into the void
Jalen Martise Micquiel Williams
@Marty_ Micq
Unison In Repose
Some Sins Sit In Silence
Expansion
The wonder
Jonathon Prestidge
@artpiratecollageart
The One
Auditions
Oksana Aldendeshe
@aldendeshe_art
Not Your Lucky Martini
The Last Shot
"Black Gold" from the "Rare Metals" series
"Uranium" from the "Rare Metals" series
MY WOMEN
BLACK BOX
Marie Rowley
@maz87art
Measured Worth
Yu Yu (Spencer)
@spencer_yuyu
Chronic Irritation
Olivia Baczkowski
@beebach9341
Excerpt from "Pen Pals"
"It is a cool fall morning in mid-October, the leaves outside my window are beginning to fall. This was the time of year my mother used to insist I’d put on a jacket before going to the mailbox to grab her monthly magazine. Today I make the short trek down my driveway wrapped in my polka-dotted robe, feeling sentimental. My slippers crunch a few leaves.
I open my mailbox, finding only a few pieces of junk mail. A bill or two. I shuffle back up to the house, clutching my robe to my bare chest. My mother would’ve called me too bold for this but I find much of my boldness is born out of laziness.
Inside, I shuffle through the mail and recycle the bits of useless trash. My cat, Juniper, watches lazily from his perch on the windowsill, licking his white little toes. Sometimes I wish I got mail, like way back when, when people would send each other letters or little treats.
Maybe I should get a pen pal, I think to myself but dismiss the notion quickly. My life is very boring, what would I even write to them about?
Bang bang bang.
There’s a sharp wrap at my door and I jump, startled, my robe opening slightly."
I open my mailbox, finding only a few pieces of junk mail. A bill or two. I shuffle back up to the house, clutching my robe to my bare chest. My mother would’ve called me too bold for this but I find much of my boldness is born out of laziness.
Inside, I shuffle through the mail and recycle the bits of useless trash. My cat, Juniper, watches lazily from his perch on the windowsill, licking his white little toes. Sometimes I wish I got mail, like way back when, when people would send each other letters or little treats.
Maybe I should get a pen pal, I think to myself but dismiss the notion quickly. My life is very boring, what would I even write to them about?
Bang bang bang.
There’s a sharp wrap at my door and I jump, startled, my robe opening slightly."
BROKEN DREAMS
RESILIENCE
Reflections In Fragments
Untitled
Eruption of the absurd
Asja Alexandra
@asja.alexandra
Puppets In A Shadow World
Paintings from the series " Flat Delusions"
Painting from the series "First Things First"
Shane Allison
@sdallison01
Chap 2
Ellie Williams
@elliejoannawilliamsartist
Men And Women
Perhaps Not
The Path of Dreams
