San Antonio

Stories first live in the body. They prickle across the skin as goosebumps, catch in the throat as a gasp, and move along a family line, changing slightly with each retelling. A good story lingers, reshaping memory and place so that a river, a vacant lot, or a patch of brush never feels quite the same again.

Dreams often bend the ordinary into the uncanny: cats glow, fish take flight, trees grow restless and run.

From intricate sculptures carved from granite to precise brushstrokes on a canvas, art takes many forms.

The internet is peppered with a handful of articles about the artist Michael Tracy, the majority of which take either his extravagant but gruff personality or his 2024 passing as their subject matter.