This site has always been somewhat out of the way—not so much in the public sphere. However, it serves as a holding place for some of my visual and written work. As I seek to create a more integrative outlet …
Author: Ben
A painting of Queen Esther
This painting was used as cover-art for the album Esther – The Lost Opera, composed by Thomas de Hartmann, and released by Pentatone, on April 24, 2026.
My First Article On Substack
In this illustrated article, I explore the experiential and dynamic nature of color while reexamining the common belief that there are only three primary colors.
Are paintings not tied to the existence of life?
Could it be that a painting’s expression is not tied to a physical reality? I find myself pondering what painting means to me. Paintings can take on meaning beyond how an artist identifies them. Paintings are meaningful to all different
Off The Wall @ River Gallery School.
I work at the River Gallery School in Brattleboro, VT. To raise money for the school, many artists donate paintings for a lottery where every participant wins a work of art. There are many impressive paintings, and it is a …
Our Wonder
Poetry by Ben Marder Over the surface, we wander along the river where forgotten leaves rest in dark pools now stuck on the shoreline. It occurs to us that this may be an unpleasant reality. Yet here a bird is
Spirit Bowers: A Celebration of Spring
A Spirit Bower is a home for a spirit.
In spring, we observe that everything is changing.
Mother Earth is growing, and therefore,
we can see the multitude of spirits in action.
Making a Spirit Bower is a great way …
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Protected: Brother Shadow (short story)
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Illustration
“Once again you have moved me to tears with your illustration of my piece. Thank you so much. It is really beautiful– all the different kinds of people and the tree of life / double helix / biological growth all …
Nose To The Dark Night (poetry)
Dark night this night of Mayaloo
Your pointed face and I to you
Watchful dark your eyes to nose
A drift and lap the wind doth blow
One eye I caught, the sound oh gulls,
Peering night round Cape that …
Sing For The Living (poetry)
Above willow tree and woodland gorge, sloped down hilled wing
Night stirs passing heart bereft and my chant cannot sing
Be there duress by moonlit night, hearts loss and all lost things
A war comes up from sundown, no nature …
Protected: No Borders, No Fences (short story)
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