Art'ing

Edges of space

Edges of space

Marie Cilu

We’re the worlds that come alive

Edges of space

Marie Cilu

We’re the worlds that come alive

Leap after leap in the dark

Leap after leap in the dark

Marie Cilu

"The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong but we take leap after leap in the dark." — Agnes de Mille

Leap after leap in the dark

Marie Cilu

"The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong but we take leap after leap in the dark." — Agnes de Mille

What love looks like

What love looks like

Marie Cilu

A smooch, a sense of excitement, a “I have a snack for you” as he leaves my office.

What love looks like

Marie Cilu

A smooch, a sense of excitement, a “I have a snack for you” as he leaves my office.

Flower shop cat

Flower shop cat

Marie Cilu

It’s in her fur, in her paw stretching to push the plant. It’s her tongue caught mid-lick. It’s the complexity of a plant left to grow the way it wants...

Flower shop cat

Marie Cilu

It’s in her fur, in her paw stretching to push the plant. It’s her tongue caught mid-lick. It’s the complexity of a plant left to grow the way it wants...

Finding a place

Finding a place

Marie Cilu

It’s his pain, not yours.

Finding a place

Marie Cilu

It’s his pain, not yours.

Belly music

Belly music

Marie Cilu

My lungs bubble my stomach.

Belly music

Marie Cilu

My lungs bubble my stomach.