More on: Richard Chess

Where is the Garden of Eden? Can I see it from the hotel, east-facing room on the eighteenth floor? Does the 18 bus stop there? My children, I think, they must have grown up in the Garden of Eden while I was away with work, eighteen-hour nights and days. Look—their radiant faces! Listen—their voices, sweet…

in every generation, each person must regard himself or herself as if he or she were the one liberated, on the very night of Passover, from Egypt                                         adapted from the Passover Haggadah This won’t do, the Seder your grandmother cooked and indexed on cards to leap down the generations; this won’t do, the Seder…

Why Believe in God? Over the past few years, the Image staff contemplated assembling a symposium based on this simple problem. But we hesitated. Should we pose such a disarmingly straightforward question to artists and writers, who tend to shun the explicit and the rational? Or were we hesitating because the question itself made us…

from The Book of Brothers 1. In the book of brothers, only one is chosen, only he walks with father, servants trailing them, to a place that will be known when it is known, only he is given to ask of father, when they arrive, the offering, where is it? (And where, while this defining…

The Word-Soaked World Troubling the Lexicon of Art and Faith Since 1989, Image has hosted a conversation at the nexus of art and faith among writers and artists in all forms. As the conversation has evolved, certain words have cropped up again and again: Beauty. Mystery. Presence. For this issue, we invited a handful of…

When Adam saw her, muscle of a new day, when he squatted to smell the musk between her legs, when he leaned down To grasp the wrist of the most familiar creature he’d encountered yet, to pull himself, the mirror image of himself, to her feet; When he took a few steps back to appraise…