Briefly, about our
title: Facets alludes to the process of
making art compared to the formation of a jewel. To
create a jewel, the earth is mined for raw stones, which
are then washed, cut, and polished until the previously
hidden, inherent brilliance of the stone itself shines
through. Likewise, in a story, poem, or memoir, we
mine the earth of our experience, then clean, shape, and
polish it. This is what we can find in literature
perhaps more than anywhere else: an ability to perceive
ourselves, to plumb interior depths, and to appreciate
myriad colorations in the facets of our human
experience.