Articles by Bona

The Fusion of Technology, Storytelling, and a Modern Art form An Interview with Christopher Coppola: The DigiVangelist


Author, Ursula K. LeGuin once said, “There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.” In the modern world, technology has progressed far beyond the wheel, and aspects of storytelling have also evolved by making use of advanced technology. For writer, director, producer, and all-round filmmaker extraordinaire, Christopher Coppola, technology and storytelling complement each other like PB & J. A member of the famously talented Coppola family, Christopher has been using cutting edge technology to impart meaningful stories on film for years. I was thrilled to be able to chat with Coppola to discuss his current ventures.

Brooke Harker’s “Quilted Cities,” a benefit for Global Art Exhibit


Art is a beautiful thing. Art is even more beautiful when its sales benefit a good cause. For Andres Miguel Espana, Executive Director of Global Art Exhibit, art and good causes go hand and hand. Espana’s non-profit organization teams up with generous, talented artists in order “to help end poverty though increasing access to primary education and educational material in underdeveloped regions of Tibet T.A.R China, Cambodia, Thailand and Southern India.”

Doug Hac Private Sunset & Vine Gallery Showing


Los Angeles is a curious city—massive in population and geography, but broken down into different areas and neighborhoods like downtown, Hollywood, The Valley, Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, and the list goes on and on. From the 20th floor penthouse of Sunset Vine Tower, the tallest building in Hollywood, I was able to see the very vastness of this metropolis. From high up, looking out onto the great expanse, LA looks like one, big, glistening glare of brake lights and neon signs extended for miles and miles.

Are these guys Serious? A Look into Modern Man


Men suck. Well, not all men, but too many. All it takes is one look on the television or one listen to the radio to realize the accuracy of this statement. I’m not sure when exactly in the history of civilization men decided to become complete d-bags, or if they perhaps just “evolved” that way. All I know is, male behavior toward women has progressively become more and more derogatory. Long gone are the days of Ricky loving Lucy or The Beach Boys serenading sweethearts across America. No Ma’am, what we have on our hands now is one giant Petri dish brimming with bigoted, arrogant, chauvinistic specimens.

Montrose Art Walk and The Happening Gallery Fine Art Show


In my opinion there are two kinds of art. The first is the kind of art you hang on the wall to maybe add some color to a room and then never really think about again. The second is the kind of art which forces you to contemplate it, to stare at it for hours, drawn like a moth to a flame, and in the end, to walk away, pondering what you just saw, talking about it with your friends, deeply affected.

The Blender Effect: How artistic influence was the theme at the Telluride Film Festival


I traveled to Telluride, Colorado for the first time earlier this month for the town’s annual film festival. I journeyed there looking for inspiration, and my expectations were high. I was counting on cinematic artistry and natural wonder to come barreling toward me the moment my feet hit the dirt. I packed pads, pens, camera, digital video recorder- all in hopes of capturing something tangible- something that might ignite my own creative fire. Lucky for me, I found more than one something.

America(n) Dreams in L.A.


by Carolyn Blais

One year ago I climbed into the passenger’s seat of my sister’s Honda CR-V that was jammed packed with everything we could possibly fit into Space Bags. After squeaking out a goodbye to my parents through the chokes and gurgles of a too obvious cry, my sister pulled the car out of the driveway. I put down my shades in hopes of stopping more tears from welling up and spilling over, looked for a short time in to the rear view mirror, and then cranked up the radio

One Dress by Hannah Stephenson


When a girl is born,
layers of her soul are stripped off
and sent into the atmosphere.

The lady-shaped shadows
flutter out into tailors’ workshops
and textile factories, into

closets and shops
where garments dangle, bodiless
skins. Like dress patterns,

the cross-sections of soul
crinkle as they meet fabric, pressing
themselves into being.

There comes a time
in a girl’s life when a gown is needed.
She will be married,

or will attend a grand
dance or party. There is only one dress
for her, and it waits

for her to select it, to
occupy its fabric as muscles stretch flesh.
If she chooses the right

dress, that one dress
lined with her soul, she will know it
by her anatomy’s instant

and perfect alignment.
She will know that she has been formed
in order to fill it out

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