Portraits are one of the first art forms we learn. The first art museum I ever visited was the Honolulu Art Museum in Hawaii, the state where my dad grew up. As a child, art was simply paintings of fruit and portraits of old men wearing white powder wigs. But portraits have now become so much more to me—my own poetry tends to only be some variation of a portrait. This week’s submissions, with a mix of poetry and visual art, explores what a portrait can be and what it can reveal.
Tia Ramos, Editor