FEATURED ARTISTS- OCTOBER 2025
A sample of the incredible work from our October artists.
In the October issue, we present bold and understated expressions of personal journeys, explorations of life and death, identity, and the human experience within a society flooded by impossible expectations.
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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
