Interview with an artist

 Artist Annelisa Leinbach




Who are you and where are you from?

I’m an artist and illustrator currently based in Berlin. I was born in Germany, lived in Canada until I was five, grew up in Phoenix, Arizona with a 1-year stop in Texas, lived in Connecticut for the past four years, and now I just moved to Berlin.

Can you tell us about your latest project?

I just read this book Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino. It’s the story of an explorer who travels to various fantastical cities and returns to tell the tales to his ruler, describing each city in a little chapter of around a page. The cities reference different mythologies and philosophical concepts, questioning what a city really means and all the ways one can exist.

I read it while flying across the Atlantic on my way to move to Berlin alone. It seemed to perfectly embody my feeling of wonder at the fascinating, terrifying size and diversity of the world. It’s an incredibly poetic and imaginative collection of images; I’m sure I’m not the only person he’s influenced visually. I was inspired to make a series of paintings based on his conceptions.o

What message do you want people to receive from your artwork?

Sometimes I really enjoy making something only for the sake of creating something beautiful, but I think the best art makes you analyze something going on in the world, even if it’s only within yourself. I like to illustrate issues of politics and global affairs that matter to me; a recent project I spent a long time on was a series of paintings based on the stories of nonviolent drug offenders and people involved in the war on drugs. I think art has an ability to connect people across boundaries of language and culture in a way that few other things can, and I hope that I’ll be able to do that even a little bit for someone.


Do you remember your first creative work, the moment you knew that you where an artist?

I don’t really know what it means to “be an artist;” I guess there are just some people who decide it’s worth it for them to throw their entire lives into the dream of making something as great as they possibly can. You know how basically all little kids love drawing and being creative, and then somewhere in elementary school many of them develop the tendency to become self critical and stop? I was always obsessed with drawing and making up stories ever since I can remember, and at some point back then I realized that I was still obsessed even though a lot of other kids had dropped off.macondo-2-small

Who are your favorite artist and inspirations?

I love Hayao Miyazaki, 19th-20th century European art, Japanese ukiyo-e prints, Hieronymus Bosch, Priyantha Udagedara, Chip Thomas, Ralph Steadman, Molly Crabapple, Yayoi Kusama, and so many other people I’m sure I’ve missed. I tend to like art that’s colorful and focuses on organic themes, like people and plants: things that feel alive to me. Literature, music, poetry, and traveling inspire me, too – especially traveling in nature, like the wilderness I grew up exploring in the American Southwest.


What tools do you use to create?

iOil paint, watercolor, ink, charcoal, markers…I love watercolor because it’s compact, easy to use, and you can carry it to the craziest places with you and take it out in an instant to capture something.

Where can we see more of your art, what other places has your work been published?

I just graduated from school, so a lot of my publications are from things there. You can see some murals I’ve worked on as an assistant to the street artist Daze in New York City, and paintings I’ve made are scattered around with people from Mongolia to Jordan to the US. Of course, you can always see work on my website at and my Instagram!


What do you see yourself doing in 20 years?

If I could do anything, I’d want to have a job like French artist Julien “Seth” Malland, who travels around the world painting murals on buildings in both cities and remote wilderness. I love the way murals interact with everyday environments and can play off them in such unexpected ways. I also really like how the size can envelop you, and how they’re accessible to any random passersby. Maybe a combination of street art/fine art painting, book illustration, and journalism. And it would be a dream to have reasons to travel as much as possible.


If you could work on a creative project with anyone in the world from any period in time who would it be?

Probably Hayao Miyazaki, actually! I’ve admired his rich imagination since I was a little kid watching My Neighbor Totoro. It would be great to work with someone whose art form is a little different from mine, so we could add to each other. We could combine our ideas to create a film made of painted animations.

Any last words you would like to say to the Section 8 Magazine readers Worldwide?
The art world can be really rough and hard to navigate. I’ve noticed that visual artists help each other out a lot less than people in music or theater, for example. I hope that we can start banding together more to get the respect and opportunity that we deserve.


In Drcongo, the pound of the French constitution

Non-fiction by Brian Minga Amza (Congo) ⇔ Street art by Derbe (Cambodia)img_2820


The legality of the president Kabila after 19th December 2016 has divided the political and social sphere of the society in the Democratic republic of Congo, Even after the constitutional court which is regarded as the highest court of the country ruled that “the head of state will stay in power until new president is elected, even if the election of that president is delayed “according to article 70 of the constitution.

The people of Congo sees this interpretation with a dodgy feeling that Kabila intends by any means to remain in power as his peers of Uganda, Congo-Brazaville, Tchad, Burundi, etc. who have proven that the constitution can be used to preserve the power.

In the case of Drcongo, the constitution does not have any specific provision in response for the current crisis, which is the predictive uncertainty of elections to occur this year.

An insight of what is this constitution of the third republic will help to understand the juncture in which the Drcongo is in now.

One need to know, this constitution of 18 February 2006 is a copy past of the current French constitution of 1958.The French government endured on 13 Mai 1958 what is known as the Putch of Alger by the Army, this event allowed the exiled General Charles de Gaulle  to be reinstated in power by the parliament. In need of a strong executive and central command to face the ongoing crisis, He instructed after receiving the approval of the constitution council his close collaborator Michel Debre who is known as a fervent liberal and strong defendant of monarchy to draft a new constitution, this will be introduced in the 4 October 1958 by General de Gaulle, selling the emerge of the French fifth republic.

With this constitution, Charles de Gaulle placed himself in the midst of the crisis, with a system of strong presidency, He hold the executive powers to run the country in consultation with a prime minister whom he would appoint.

Let’s laud about the power given to the president in this constitution: He (she) is the head of the armed forces, He (she) negotiates with foreign powers and ratifies treaties, he (she) can organize referendums on laws or on constitution changes, he (she) nominate the prime minister, ministers and other senior figures in the administration, he also names three of the nine members of the constitutional council including its president.

Meanwhile many critics have pointed this great catastrophe which makes the French president to enjoy powers unequaled in the democratic world, how perverse is with the doctrine of the separation of powers coined by Charles-Louis de Montesquieu.

This is surprising despite the long critics of Jean Francois Revel a French philosopher turned journalist in his book”L’Absolutisme inefficace” in 1992 in which, Revel repeatedly criticized the French constitution, the president’s powers, and the conflict between the 3 fundamental powers. He vigorously defended the idea of the way power is exercised rather on how it is derived.

From what we know about this French constitution, after so many warnings, how did we failed to reject a piece of paper which is threatening everything that embodies democracy values such as freedom, justice and equality? But even the process through which the government proposed the text to citizens for referendum enhance the level of immaturity of the Congolese political leaders. The citizens were never given a chance to question the text before its approval neither they have shown remorse or pleaded for penitence for the devastating chaos for which they should be held responsible.


The current crisis in Drcongo has triggered significant weaknesses of the constitution, for instance it does not say enough on people’s real power in the control of the institutions, on the accountability of the government and the fact that the majority of the people in Drcongo are unacquainted with the texts of the constitution makes it easy for politicians to twist it around for their own benefits.


Many voices within the Drcongo has called for an emergency need to draft a new constitution which will limits the power of the executive and institute a well-structured control of the state institutions by the people. The work of the Congolese Think Tank  “BISO PE” has revealed an increasing demand among youths for the upcoming of the 4th republic with a new constitution.

In my opinion, president Kabila is not the cause of the current crisis, this must be found in the inefficient constitution which makes him a monarch with all the powers in his hand, the solution could be to inverse the power balance, give more power to people less to the leaders, and this requires that we draft a new constitution.

img-20130701-wa001Brian Minga Amza is a motivational speaker, Sankarist, mentor, author, political activist and he is also founder and coordinator of the Florence Foundation, and has long been involved in empowering young Congolese in rural areas, he believes that reorienting education for a sustainable future in Africa is a challenge and should be given full attention.


Poetry by Michael Marrotti ∅ Art by Barry Southerlandspin-me-round-1

420 is the stoner
holiday for most
who enjoy bong hits
Pepsi and pizza delivery

For others its the day
that spawned a monster
or a malicious school
shooting by those
who refused to take
what they were offered

It’s a day of remembrance
it’s a day to forget
for me its one
of the most memorable
days of the year

So for someone
with a bad memory
and contempt
for cliches
I thought the day
after would be
an ideal date
for a loving


  Michael Marrotti is an author from Pittsburgh using words instead of violence to mitigate the suffering of life in a callous world of redundancy. His primary goal is to help other people. He considers poetry to be a form of philanthropy. When he’s not writing, he’s volunteering at the Light Of Life homeless shelter on a weekly basis. If you appreciate the man’s work, please check out his blog: for his latest poetry and short stories…..Also check out more  Barry Southerland artwork on Instagram @DeliciousDemonHouse and Etsy  !

The Flower

image-1Photography by aparna mendu Poetry by BIJAY KUMAR SHOW

Attractive and beautiful,

Ornament of meadows,

Manifested in eclectic colours,

Having blossomed in ecstasy,

I am the ultimate longing,

And destiny of the seed;


My petals open up on the

Silent knocking of the dawn,

Then bees gather irresistively,

With a musical humming sound,

And the colourful butterflies

Join by dancing across us;


Meanwhile morning breeze

Carries away our fragrance,

To spread it all around,

In order to greet onlookers;


Thus we experience the totality

By blooming to our peak,

Though our life is ephemeral;


But I see you craving since long,

With all the possibility of flowering,

Since the aroma that you are carrying is

Unable to come out from your

Suppressed and captivated consciousness;


As you do not open your petals,

When the sunshine of consciousness,

Knocks your door, in fear of being lost,

Therefore, though you live longer,

A sense of discontentment haunts you.

********************************** Bijay Kumar Show from Durgapur, India has been teaching in National Institute of Technology, Durgapur for about 08 years. He obtained his Ph.D. degree in Engineering in 2014. He enjoys teaching and research and likes to spend quality time with family. To him, poetry is the painting of one’s inner self with colours of eclectic feelings. Poetry is also a source of contentment and peace for him. His poetry has recently been published in Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, Section8 Magazine and Ashvamegh Journal (where he was selected as Featured Poet in its August 2016 issue).



Art and Poetry by Maro Kentrosdscn7937

Why is it that the eye should see

in modes of trigonometry?


The David’s triading out at me

one-hundred years of history


And Delacroix’s triangles unveil

 the fantasies of ancient tales


El Greco’s Holy Trinity

weaves the mystery of infinity


While Degas dancers line in threes

Picasso’s Muses prance through trees


And ‘Luncheon on the Grass’ for three

 the third eye of the Bodhisattva sees


The Androgynous Nymphia of Impiglia

 romance the world of Opera


While triangles prance thru Space for Art

 anatomy joins body soul and heart


And Neptune’s Trident turns in Space

  the Sun, the Moon, the stars, in grace


What truth is cast between the eyes

          that triangles tie them to mind and skies?

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Quick Autopsy

Poetry by Tom Pescatore ° Photography by Aparna Mendu


Man, there figures foaming (white) at the mouth,

where do their footsteps lead?

who is pulling their bootstraps in the right direction?

when they look up at sagging bodies in blue suits

is it cock or cunt? with red lip stick each (painted on),

what name do they speak (footprints)?

from their veins how much blood streaks?

where is the land they cover up and drown (curled up)?

Shit, there, cadavers in plastic sheets (body bags) need air,

should we bury them with asses up from ground?

How often should they be fucked (repeatedly)?

who is pulling their bootstraps in the right direction?

when they look down into brown dirt,

will it cake their mouths? disturb the sound?

what name will they speak (when told)?

from their ears how much blood leaks?

what will come of the land they’ve suffocated (in concrete)?

image-5Tom Pescatore can sometimes be seen wandering along the Walt Whitman bridge or down the sidewalks of Philadelphia’s old Skid Row. He might have left a poem or two behind to mark his trail. He maintains a poetry blog:

The Seed

Poetry by BIJAY KUMAR SHOW ≅  Art by Aparna Mendu


Each seed has the potential to be

Flourished into big trees, with the

Showering of beautiful flowers

And abundance of fruits;

With this longing, it starts its ride,

From within a rigid protective shell;


In the midst of the loving arms,

Of mother earth, in seclusion,

It sprouts, on the dissolution of the hull,

It grows in presence of sunshine,

And nourished by the reviving water,

While it plays and dances with winds,

And mesmerises the clouds for showering;

It delights for being shelter for many,

Finally flowers and fruits appear in it,

As a mark of deep joy and ecstasy.


Like the seed, our inner life force,

Is also confined within illusionary layers;

Thus, it never sprouts out of self-made,

Dogmas, beliefs, likes and dislikes;

Leaving our innermost core craving,

For the flowers and fruits of,

Love, bliss and compassion;

And we remain as seeds forever,

Trapped inside the different invisible layers.




Poetry by Boudreau Freret ≈ Photography by Aparna Mendu 


Giselle was dead.


I was in the wings with Albrecht.


The theatre was packed.


I had never before seen the marriage

of strength with grace

The dancers made it look easy,

these apparent contradictions,

Plato’s Forms for physical conditioning and artistic mastery.


But then, until that moment, I had never really witnessed

Professional anything.

Or rather, if I had, hadn’t appreciated it.

and I was in awe.


Where are the flowers?

Albrecht asked.

and suddenly they were in my hand

thrust there by a passing member

of the touring crew.


What are these!

he whispered wide eyed

These aren’t real!



With furrowed brow

He took the plastic stems

and began to beat the blossom ends

against the black brick wall

contorting his face to my delight

repeating with every blow,








and the harder I tried to maintain my composure,

the more I feared I would wet myself.


Then on cue, Albrecht danced

back on stage

and wept real tears

as he placed the flowers on Giselle’s grave.


I was in awe.

But then, until that moment, I had never really witnessed

Professional anything.

Or rather, if I had, hadn’t appreciated it.



Olympia Zine Fest

unnamed-3Olympia Zine Fest Kick-Off at the library with our guest of honor, Osa Atoe! It’s an all-ages punk show featuring bands whose members also make zines. The show starts at7pm at the Olympia Timberland Library, 313 8th Ave. SE.unnamed


Poetry by Miles Varana  ½ Comic Art by Emiliano Zingale


As a child you watched

your parents’ stars climb

the domed basilica of night,

then bred the path of your own

through the foggy chill of

your bedroom window.


As a youth you shot out

like an Ottoman cannonball

to shatter the marble heads

of the Saints, shrieking

through the dark until unexpectedly

your plasma cooled, and

brighter stars prevailed.


Now you are old and the time

comes for you to make your first

choice. Choose either to join

the once hated martyrs in their eternal

inertia, chanting:

Kids these days!

In a chorus that fills the deep void

of space, or put on your constellation

necklace and lay down in

the low dirt to die.

lesperimento-tavl1-engMiles Varana’s work has appeared in a variety of publications, most recently SOFTBLOW, After the Pause, Chicago Literati, Yellow Chair Review, and Clear Poetry. He has worked previously as a staff reader and managing editor at Hawai’i Pacific Review. Miles lives in Madison, Wisconsin, where he enjoys rainy days, naps, and copious amounts of sushi.